X-Mission: Fire in the Sky (Invite Only)

Katrina just nodded along with the plans of the other two. Fixing the electricity. Making a fire. She should do something useful as well.

“I'll go dig a...” what was it they called a camping bathroom in all the stories that weren't too polite to mention how the characters dealt with their various bodily functions, “...a latrine.”

They would all need one eventually. She just wasn't sure exactly how she would go about doing it without a shovel. Maybe with a stick. Or something.

It took a few minutes to find the perfect spot: a felled tree with a conveniently placed fork, rock-free ground beneath it, and a spare branch that could help dig a ditch. She picked up the branch and tentatively gave the earth a few scratches. This was going to take forever. Even for someone used to the best and worst bathrooms that 1913 had to offer, this was a fairly low experience on the totem pole of bathrooms. It was too bad they couldn't be stranded somewhere with a five star hotel and a halfway decent bathroom that smelled of fresh lavender.

Except they could have a halfway decent bathroom. Sort of. If she made an illusion one.

That would have been great if it was just Slate here, but they also had Maya and while Katrina liked her and trusted her, she didn't really want to give away what the full extent of her powers were if she could help it. People, for some reason, seemed to get angry sometimes when they found out. Or told others. Which could lead to kidnapping. Or so the logic went.

So she kept digging until she could no longer see the ground in front of her. Good enough.

She felt much better once she found her way back to the beach, where the flames of the fire cast a warm glow across hull of their vessel. The stars winked at them in between gaps in dark, ashen clouds. The moon shone hazy and blood red through the smoke. In this light, she could almost imagine that the ship was whole again, and they had only come here for a vacation.

There was only a single form by the firelight, and she couldn't tell in the shadows whether it was Maya , or by now, Gawain. She waved as she passed, and called, “The bathroom is up that pathway, if you need it.”

Then she took off her shoes in order to slosh her way out to the door of the jet. The water was lower at this time of day, only just barely up to her knees on the crest of the waves and just barely covering her toes at the nadir.

“Slate?” She called softly. “You're not still working are you?” She could barely even see. Bright spots from looking at the fire still danced in front of her eyes, obscuring her vision of the shadows within the plane.