Who: Remus and Erik
What: Remus shows what he can do
When: After the meeting. Before the March
Warnings: None

Remus was not entirely sure about this whole plan. This strange man who showed up in a flood of new arrivals and spoke of marches and gifts and many other things. Who carried himself like a leader, but held the air of a revolutionary. It made him nervous. He knew that sort of mentality. It sounded good and it was often dangerous. But after listening, it seemed Erik was meaning it in earnest. He really did want to help. And if there was some elitism in there, deep under his words. Well. Remus would know about it before it was too late. He believed that.

Even if he was nervous about what good he would do and what would be expected from him. He could offer his magic. But he would not offer his curse up.

The meeting had been strange, and he had stayed to the side for most of it. Or close to the Doctor. But now it was over and he was back to approaching Erik.

"That was quite a speech."

Seriously?

If this is some kind of camp for mental patients and wierdos, count me out, okay? Not interested. I did my time. I'm not a freak. It's the rest of you who are the freaks.

[He flicks his lighter a few more times before flopping back into a chair in his hotel room.] 

What kind of kidnappers leave their victims unattended, anyway?

I think I'm actually starting to get to like it here.

There's so many really interesting people who all live here, and for the most part, they're all pretty nice. It's actually a really great community here, and I think if I didn't have so much that I needed to take care of... that I might have actually volunteered to come here.

Well, that's that.

Who knows anything about the high school system here?

[Oh look! Someone's figured out how to use the voice function! She's quite cheerful, and not as manic as her previous post.]

It's very kind of someone to put us all up in the hotel for a while... This place is really quite fascinating! Their cooling fans - air conditioning? - is such a luxury, and everyone here seems to have it! Everyone's been very polite and understanding - even when I ask a lot of silly questions. They even gave me more notepads, when I ran out!

Ah, which reminds me!

[The voice grows softer and more uncertain.]

Mr. Fell? I'm not sure if you can see this, but I can't think of any other way to reach you. I have a few short stories written down, i-if you'd still like to see them. I would be honored to have a cup of tea with you and discuss the stories, if you're amenable...

 All this week, we have examined the barrier, and tried tirelessly to break through it.  Your help has been invaluable, but ultimately... we have failed.  Only one path remains to us, and that is to turn to the people who placed this field around the island.

Tomorrow noon I will be marching on the Visitor's Center, to speak to those within, and demand that we be returned home, that the field be lowered. Perhaps they mean well in protecting us until they believe us ready; perhaps not.  But there is not a single one of us who volunteered to come here.  Not one of us who agreed to this. It is not their choice, and if we ant to be free, it is time that we showed them this.

Alone, perhaps, they can ignore me.  But can they ignore ten of us?  Twenty?  One hundred?

Join me, my friends, and by this time tomorrow we will be celebrating our homecoming.

All hands on deck.

Hope you don't mind missing your lunch breaks tomorrow.