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the sun in my disgrace [OPEN + MINGLE]

WHO: Raleigh Becket
WHERE: 6I village, Inn
WHEN: 21 August - mid morning
OPEN TO: All + Mingle
WARNINGS: ~~Put on your Eclipse Glasses~~ TBD

Raleigh had been on his way back from his normal morning routine of checking his traps and fishing for a while when he noticed the sun wasn't quite the way it normally looked - he'd caught a glance at the reflection and saw that the sun, normally perfectly round, was looking a little like a lemon that had gotten beaten up at the grocery store. Huh. An eclipse. He hasn't seen one since he was in Ranger training and he hadn't gotten a good look at that one because he hadn't been directly in the path of it (and, obviously, he'd been preoccupied).

This one, though, looks like it's just starting so Raleigh has time to go to the Inn and tell the people there that there's an eclipse starting and they should get something to try and look at it. He's not exactly sure of the science behind it but he remembers being a kid and making something with a box and earlier he'd done pretty well with the water. Maybe they can take pots outside with water and just look at the reflections? Might work. Maybe, too, one of the scientists has a better idea of how to get a look at the thing.

For his part, it's just something that's different from the norm. Raleigh hopes it's not a sign that the sun's going to start moving backward or staying up all month like it had a few months back and that it's just a perfectly normal, natural event. After earthquakes and people getting sick with some kind of crazy illness, it was good to just have something...mundane to focus on.

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"You know, that's exactly what I used to think," he admits with a laugh, "But no - you use it as a projector, sort of. So, if you do this," he starts while holding the cardboard out in front of him. His gaze is shifted downwards, at the shadow being cast on the ground. There is the square shadow for the cardboard piece itself, magnified and larger than its actual 25 square inches, and in the center, is a little pinhole of light. While holding it about a foot off the ground, he crouches down and points at the pinhole, where the normally circular shape has been partially obscured, looking a lot like a crescent moon. "See? You can see the way the moon's blocking the sun. Which is super trippy, but makes sense when you think about it - since the sun's being obscured by the shape of the moon, and so the only light coming down and reaching us what's not being blocked." He moves the piece of cardboard closer and further from the ground to see which offers the clearest shadow.

"Eventually, I think, if we're in a place that'll see the eclipse in its entirety, it'll look like a circle with just a ring of light around it, when the moon's completely blocking the sun." He looks back up at her before standing up and stretching his legs out. He taps on a spot on his own cheek while glancing at the mirrored spot on her face. "You got a little, uh - smudge, it looks like." He remembers her drawing before he'd gone into the Inn now and, taking stock of her blackened hands, he gestures towards the paper. "What did you end up drawing?"

Clary crouched down to take a look at the man's invention. She didn't understand how it worked, even after his short explanation. "Wouldn't the sun be too bright and wash it out?" She looked up at him with a frown. "Art student." She said in way of clarification. She painted and drew. She wasn't as skilled with science or really anything else. She had hated math and without Simon she would have probably failed.

She used the back of her hand to wipe at her cheek though a bit of the smudge remained. It honestly didn't bother Clary, her mother was always covered in paint. "I was drawing home." The buildings and streets that she could remember.

"So um... this eclipse. Will it be like total darkness?" She was more interested in the eclipse than talking about her art. "Like block out the sun so vampires can walk the earth sort of darkness?"

"That's what the pinhole is for," he says, tapping at it in the middle of the cardboard. "It acts a little like a magnifying glass, and it concentrates the beam of light into a smaller ray, which allows us to see it like this. So, you know how stupid kids sometimes set ants on fire with magnifying glasses? It's because the shape of the lens concentrates the light from the sun, and it creates a mini laser. You can do it with any piece of glass, though. I heard of a guy's counter catching fire because the sun's light was coming through this particular piece of a stained glass window installed in the house, and it created the laser on a wooden counter. Kinda crazy." He pauses for a second, holding the cardboard back out to check the eclipse again. "This is basically the extent of my scientific knowledge, so if you have other questions, make them really, really easy," he laughs.

He looks back over at her at her question, quirking a brow.

"Uhhh ... I don't know exactly. It depends on where we are in the sun's path. Like, some parts of the world don't see almost at all, other parts get partial eclipses, others get total eclipses because they're directly lined up with the sun, I think. But based on how it's moving," he looks down at the small circular shadow, "It looks like we're going to get close, if not a ... total eclipse of the suuuun," he can't help but sing that last part to the tune of "Total Eclipse of the Heart." So sue him. "I don't .. think .. the whole vampires-walking-the-earth-thing applies, though."

"Considering what I know, they will be." She laughed softly before shaking her head. "Okay, I think I get how it works." She pointed to the box so he knew what she was talking about. She didn't know those punk-ass kids who tried to burn ants with a magnifying glass, her best friend was a vegetarian growing up and against animal cruelty. That also extended into ant cruelty.

"What if we aren't on Earth?" Clary had considered this to be an option. It wouldn't be the first time for her though she knew that not everyone walked into other dimensions on a regular bases.

"I'm pretty sure that's of the heart." She spoke with a half smile. "It's better than getting Blinded by the light stuck in your head." Which now it was stuck in her head and that sucked because no one knew the words to that song!

"Oh." She looked a little discouraged about that.

"Yeah, I .. think I explained it pretty well? Even if I didn't, that's all you're getting, because I don't know how else to explain it," Major laughs, tossing both hands up in the air in admitted defeat. "I don't remember how quickly eclipses move, but I wanna say it's a couple of hours? Maybe two or three? It always happens a lot faster than I expect, and it freaks me out sometimes because it reminds me that we're spinning at an ungodly speed while also moving in outer space, and -- Nope, I gotta stop myself there. Having a breakdown in front of a stranger is probably bad form."

Well. So much for completely avoiding the breakdown. Her question makes him pause, blinking blankly so as to subdue the bubbling panic in his chest. He offers a tense sort of smile.

"Then ... my childhood dream of becoming an astronaut and living on another planet has come true, I guess. Though I figure Mark would've said something, right? If we weren't on Earth? Considering the guy's spent time on Mars .. I figure .. he would know whether or not we're on the same planet more than anyone." .. Right? Mark's an intelligent guy who's literally lived Major's childhood dream of being on another planet, so .. he would've told Major if they weren't still on Earth, surely.

"It is, it is. But I had to adapt it to fit the scenario! C'mon, how often is an opportunity like that gonna present itself? Ooh, that makes me think of, she blinded me with science! (blinded me with science!) .. another great one. Still applicable here, too." He tilts his head at her. "I know, I'm kinda disappointed too that the tall blonde Swede from True Blood won't be here, either. Not the kind of dude you'd want pissed at you, but cool as hell."

Clary had no idea what was up with this guy. "To start, I mean another world like… you know, never mind." She meant something like the Fea's world but if he hadn't seen it before he might not believe her now. "No need to have a breakdown anyway, we got here so there has to be a way back too. Doors open two ways, we just need to figure out how." Spoken like someone who has no idea what the hell to do.

"I never got into True Blood." Clary admitted with a shrug. She hadn't even watched Dracula since Simon turned. Something about it was now unsettling because she knew that a small part of it was true. That and it really seemed to upset Simon.

"Anyway, it's more about zombies now than it is vampires and werewolves." Clary looked at the box, watching as a sliver of the sun began to darken. "I asked someone else if they thought anything supernatural was here. They said they didn’t know." She looked up at Major. "What do you think?" He appeared paranoid enough to have an option about it.

"I mean, I guess, unless the door gets bolted shut or changes shape and stuff like Alice in Wonderland. Then we're just screwed. I haven't investigated the thing for myself, but others who have say that the fountain's bottom is 100% solid and secure. Like it makes no sense for us to just wake up in it, unless we were somehow thrown in from above by .. you know," he says, gesturing vaguely to the sky. "Whoever's watching." Overseers, Watchers, Experimenters, whatever the term, they were all doing the same thing.

"Ah, that's too bad. I mean, the last couple seasons were weird and kind of dumb, but it was a good story over all, I thought. Definitely made me wish I was either a vampire or living in Louisiana." And then he'd pulled the zombie card, so .. close enough, right? Except without all the drinking blood, being burnt to a crisp in sunlight thing. Which was a big benefit, in actuality.

"Ha .. haha, yeah, zombies got really popular, didn't they? We moved from Twilight with their sparkling, glittering vampires to zombie apocalypses in The Walking Dead. Weird how that happens." Major fiddles with the cardboard viewer before deciding his arm felt tired, causing him to switch hands. "I mean, we're from all different places, some not even from Earth or this universe, so .. that's pretty supernatural enough, isn't it? And like, not in the TV show way, which I've never seen an episode of, but like .. in the actual supernatural way."

"You don't stop thinking do you?" Clary considered Major for a second before shaking her head. "Relax. Even if that door is closed there is bound to be another one." The only reason that Clary wasn't freaking out was because this was the second world that she has been too. The first one had been intentional and it took the fae to get them there but Clary believed that it would work out. She'd make it work out if she had too.

Her eyes moved from Major to the box that he was holding. The sun that reflected in the shadow on the ground was slowly starting to shrink though it was honestly hard for Clary to tell. He had said that this would take hours and considering how small the reflected sun dot was... she didn't expect to see the change unless she left and came back.

"Yeah. Didn't get into either of those shows much." She didn't hate them but she was more into anime, manga and those types of things. "My best friend had me watch the Van Hellsing Anime. That was pretty cool. Don't know about zombies but I've had enough meeting of the supernatural for a life time." She hadn't meant to phrase it like that but hopefully Major would just think she was talking about this world instead of home. Clary really didn't want to call attention to her word fumble.

"Nope, not usually," Major replies without pause, hesitation, or remorse. Not that he's like this all the time. Like everything else in the universe, his more hyper moods came in cycles. Eventually, he'll deplete all his extra energy (which he has even more of since he isn't doing as much as he used to/doesn't have the freedom to do as much as he used to) and go into a Quiet Mode for a while before switching into Active Mode again. He figures that once he's doing more physical activity - helping out with manual labor, learning how to hunt, that sort of thing - he'll more quickly head towards Quiet Mode. For now, though, he's still on the hyper side. "I think you're the only person I've talked to so far who's told me to 'relax,'" he says, fighting the distinct urge to start singing Frankie Goes to Hollywood. "Everyone else has been pretty clear about, 'we're being monitored and controlled like lab rats, you should probably freak out about it now.'"

He crouches down to bring the cardboard piece a bit closer to the ground. It brought the sliver of sunlight into better focus, though it made the circle a little smaller. But it was much easier to see the moon coming in and blocking the sun, slowly migrating across the opening.

"Never got into the whole anime thing. Nothing against it but just .. never had anyone to really introduce me to it properly. I mean, I watched like Pokemon and stuff, but I felt a little weird cause I think I was older than the general age bracket they were going for. Van Hellsing is the, uh. What was he? Vampire Hunter guy? They made that really bad movie with Hugh Jackman about him, I think."

Against her better judgement, Clary smiled. "Well, I'm used to it... I guess." She rolled her shoulders in a shrug before holding up a hand to stop him from commenting. "Clarification, I'm used to weird shit happening and having to go with it. Freaking out isn't going to change anything and it'll probably get us in worse trouble if we aren't careful." She was speaking from personal experiance.

She knelt down to see the crescent, push her thick rolls of orange hair over her shoulder so that it wouldn't block her view or Majors. "Yeah but the legend was that Van Hellsing was a vampire. In that Hugh Jackman movie he gets turned into a werewolf to combat the vampire because it's the only want to kill the vampire." Clary frowned. She couldn't help but think of Simon and Luke and wonder what they were doing right now. "I've found that real life isn't always like a story." She's not saying they exist but she's heavily implying it.

She looked up at Major curiously, the sun was shrinking slowly, clearly they had time to get to know each other. "What's your name anyway? If you told it to me I wasn't listening."

"Ah, thanks for the - clarification. I was going to ask about that and what you meant," he laughs. "You'd figure that I'd be used to it, too, given everything that happened before I wound up here, but I still can't totally get used to it. Or, I think it's that I was just starting to get used to the strangeness of home before I came here, and now it's like I have to start from scratch all over again, you know? It's a different .. a different kind of weird here. A different kind of panic, I guess." At least with Du Clark and the Utopium mess, he had a clear enemy. He knew the players and knew how to play their game. Here, given that no one seemed to have a clear idea or have any proof about the players-that-be, it was harder to strategize when the enemy was still unknown.

There's a tiny bit of him that's a little disappointed that all his years of playing video games similar to these scenarios has done absolutely nothing to prepare him.

"No, that's definitely true. Admittedly, I don't really know much about the whole like, werewolf/vampire thing except that they don't like each other? Or at least that's what I heard from others about Twilight and all that. I think Underworld had a similar premise." He lets out a quiet but frustrated sigh. He can't even go and check to verify the info about Twilight and Underworld, even if he wanted to. "Oh, uh. It's Major. And it's all right, I'm used to that. People zoning out when I talk." The smile that follows would be a pretty clear indication that he's joking, or, at least, he isn't bothered by it if he isn't.

Clary was used to this sort of strangeness. Getting thrust into a world that she knew nothing about but was suddenly apart of. She was used to stumbling around blind and yet still managing to find her way. Isabelle had said it was a talent and that out of anyone in their little group, Clary would have been the one to find her.

In that sense, this was all very familiar. At least they didn't have to face the Fea any time soon. Clary didn't think she could do that without Jace or someone else with her.

Major cleared needs to see Red Versus Blue or play more Halo to be prepared for this canyon of hell.

"That's right. I never actually read Twilight but they don't like each other. If you look back far enough Werewolves and Vampires come from the same legends. Shape shifting monsters that eat people." Clary waved her hands like they were claws in the air.

"Wait, Major? That's really your name? Who would name their kid Major? It's like naming your kid Blanket or Dentist."

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"I never read it either, though I've known a lot of women in my day who were choosing sides and duking it out with women - and men - on the opposing 'team.' It was a bizarre .. uh, thing to witness." Major wishes, then, that he'd paid a little more attention in his classic literature classes in high school and college. Whoops. "I'm pretty sure Dracula was an assigned reading I didn't do at some point in school, but .. were werewolves a part of that? Or was one the inspiration for the other or something?"

He lets out a bit of a giggle, both at her werewolf impression and at her questions.

"Didn't Michael Jackson name his kid Blanket? And the people who would name their kid Major would be my parents, or at least, my hippie of a mom who thought she would challenge the status quo or something."

"No but if you watched Van Hellsing then they were." Clary couldn't do the whole werewolf versus vampire debate since her best friend was a vampire and her father figure turned out to be a werewolf. Her feelings about the matter are too complicated and stem significantly further than a book.

Wow. Clary never thought she'd see a grown man giggle. It was kind of cute but also very weird.

"Yes he did." She's a beams, happy that he got the reference. "So what's your full name? If Major is your first name and your parents were hippies?" This was a really stupid question but it suddenly felt super important.

"Ah. I mean, like I said, I just watched that terrible Hugh Jackman version. Kinda felt bad he got roped into it, because the guy's a great actor. And .. well. Kate Beckinsale. Not much needs to be said about her," Major adds with a slightly wistful, dreamy tone. He isn't one to be all obsessive over an actress, but he had a certain fondness for Kate. Must've been the accent. That's his theory, anyway.

"RIP, MJ. I spent so much time as a kid trying to learn how to moonwalk. I can sorta do it, but only in socks and on a slippery floor." A tidbit that doesn't really need be shared, but hey - Major put in a lot of time and effort into perfecting that skill, so he's going to mention it when he gets the chance. "... Uh." He lets out a sheepish laugh. "Major Nathaniel Lilywhite."

"You know. When I first saw that movie I didn't even know that it was Hugh Jackman." Huge Jackman was on Clary's list of actors that Clary would bang if ever given the chance. "Not enough facial hair for me to get it." She waved her hand around her chin with a smile.

"I liked Kate. She was hot." Clary was very straight but she could appreciate an attractive actress. "Not my type but hot." She nodded her head as if that was all that needed to be said.

"I think everyone can moonwalk in socks on a slippery floor." She laughed and held out her hand to Major. "Can't I call you Nathan?" She felt like that was more normal. "I'm Clary Fray." She also had a much longer actual name with up to 3 last names depending on who you were talking too.

"Ah, so you're into the facial hair," Major says, vaguely pointing in her direction, as though coming to some kind of realization. "It's funny. I find that people - women especially - are insanely divided on the whole beard thing. Some women love it, I've found. Won't date a guy without it. Others are so vehemently against it, you'd think a beard straight up murdered their pet or something," he laughs. He laughs again, harder this time, at her admission about Kate Beckinsale.

"Yes. Yes she was. Is? Wherever she may be, I'm sure she's still being hot. I don't think I have a 'type,' per se. But it doesn't take much for me to appreciate someone's attractiveness. And .. she had it. She had the attractiveness."

He places a hand on his heart, as though wounded.

"Ouch. That's so rude, stealing my MJ thunder like that. This is why we can't have nice things, you know?" He takes her hand, feigning reluctance, before offering her a sad sort of handshake. He might be pouting slightly. "I mean, you could if you wanted, but I can't guarantee that I'd have any idea who you were talking to." He nods a little. "I'd normally say, it's nice to meet you, Clary, but you kinda killed my vibe there with your moonwalking comment."

The first person who popped into Clary's mind was Jace. She firmly pushed his face away though she did note that he had no facial hair. "I don't think it's just the facial hair. I'm honestly good either way." She paused. "Not that you're interested in my preferences."

Clary cringed. "I don't know actresses rarely age well. They use so much make up on screen that they're all wrinkly and gross when they're older. Like their skin forgets how to hold together and I'm also pretty sure her boobs are fake. So then you have weird saggy bags." She had no idea why she was going into this much details.

"Moving on." Clary looked down at the sun wishing the eclipse would come faster.

Her head tilted to the side and she rolled her eyes at him. "Really? That killed your vibe? You have to have more talents than just that-- Nathan." She was obviously teasing him and wouldn't call him Nathan... often.

"Sam - you know Sam? With the blue hair? - Sam was pret-ty adamant about absolutely zero facial hair when it came up in conversation, though part of me thinks that it's because she doesn't like Ravi, and Ravi has the best hair I've ever seen - on the top of his head and on his face. So I have a feeling he just made her hate beards. I've yet to talk to Ravi as to why they dislike each other, or if he dislikes her at all, but - yeah, that's my guess. Beard-hate-by-association." He shrugs innocently. "I mean, I'm not gonna stop you if you wanna talk about them?"

Major's eyebrows lift with each new critique.

"Damn, okay. So much for feminism," he says with a light, slightly tense laugh. "It isn't really their fault, though, is it? That they're forced to wear so much makeup? Besides, there's nothing gross about aging and wrinkles. It's ... just a part of life. I've got plenty," he gestures around his eyes and forehead. "Also, hey! Boobs are good no matter what. I don't care if they're fake or real or whatever. I like them regardless. I will always defend boobs, of all shapes and sizes and authenticities. And .. uh, I don't know. Her body, her choice? I'm with her? Did I do that right?"

He sighs.

"Nathaniel.

And you don't know. I could've been banking on that one thing, and now my dreams of being an MJ impersonator in LA is totally crushed."

"I don't think I've met her and I would have definitely remembered someone with blue hair." Clary rolled her eyes at Major. She liked Ravi's beard though she didn't think that it was a deal breaker. It was a shame that Sam disregarded guys for facial hair, usually there was more too it than that, but Clary wasn't in the mood to dig. She'd have to meet Sam and ask her... later.

"Yeah but how do you know it was her choice? Also, you really need to see fake boobs gone wrong before you can claim that you like all of them. If I had google I'd show you. It's awful. I'm also pretty sure that you're saying that about boobs because you're a guy which isn't exactly flattering." It was very guy-like of him though. It didn't bother Clary, she was used to it but she wished that guys weren't such pigs.

She thought of Jace again and signed. She had no luck with men. They were all awful... or related to her.

"I'm sorry. Were you banking on being an Michel Jackson impersonator? If you can show me at the inn then I'll relent and say that you're awesome."

"Ah, yeah. Well. She hates beards, FYI. So if you find yourself in the Beard Haters Club, you can find her, and I think she'll oblige you." He reaches up to scratch at his stubbly chin. "Personally, I've been more of a clean-shaven kinda guy, but I've grown my facial hair out on occasion. At this point, it's mostly that I need to figure out how to get a razor of my own instead of using dangerously sharp blades to trim the hair off. Or maybe I just let it all go and become the town's Rip Van Winkle." He could go with a long-ass snooze under a tree right about now.

"I mean, I guess it could have been through coercion or something, but I'd hope that modifying her body like that would have been because she wanted to have larger breasts - or the way some women get breast reductions. That kinda thing. I guess each situation is different, but I'd hope that if she did, it was because she wanted them, not because someone made her feel shitty about herself or something. And I've seen fake boobs gone wrong! It's scary, but more for the woman than for me. There's chemicals and stuff in those implants. Or there used to be, I think." He lets out a bit of a laugh. "Hey, I can't help it, okay? But I'm saying that I like them no matter what - size, shape, real, fake, whatever. They're nice. They're soft. I've known plenty of dudes who were gross about them, though. Took some serious craps on women who didn't have whatever kind of boob they thought was "best" and all that garbage. I'm a non-discriminatory boob man."

He'd gotten into a heated argument - or debate, really - with a room mate in college once, boobs vs. butt. He honestly appreciated all parts with no real pickiness, but he did have a preference for boobs when it came down to it.

"Could you imagine? I'd be the worst MJ impersonator out there!"

Clary inspected Major's jaw thoughtfully. "I think you look better with the beard. Scruff makes you look older." Given how he acted it probably helped Major be taken more seriously. "I think it's hot but only on you. It'd say it's a case by case opinion." Simon would not look good with facial hair while Luke on the other hand... Clary wondered if the fact that Luke was a werewolf had anything to do with that. It was a question that she would log away for later.

Her attention snapped back to Major and the slowly shrinking sun that reflected in the box that he had made. She wondered why it wasn't getting darker yet. It looked as if the sun was as bright as ever.

"I have no idea how you know so much about fake boobs and I honestly don't want to know." Though Clary would also google 'chemicals-in-fake-boobs' when she has access to google again. "I feel like I now know enough about you to write up a dating profile. So, you need help finding someone because I already have ideas on how to sell you." Clary snickered softly. She was kidding though her teasing was playful and light. It was nice to talk to someone like this. Even if it was about random ass topics. He reminded her of Simon, which hurt because she missed him, but it was nice too.

"I don't know. Well-" Clary took a look at Major again, leaning forward as she stared at the middle of his face. "Okay. You have one thing working against you. Your nose is too big. MJ didn't have a nose." A smile tugged at the edge of Clary's mouth as another thought came to mind. "When I was in grade school. I remember seeing a book in the library that read 'checked out white; returned black' and on the binding it said it was Michel Jackson."

He blinks at that admission, caught off-guard by her bluntness. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he lets out a laugh and shrugs, finally feeling something akin to embarrassment. He glances down at the ground, kicking at a pebble with the toe of his shoe, drawing some ill-defined lines and shapes in the dirt.

"Ah, well, thanks. I appreciate that. I didn't expect that to come out of your mouth just now, but thanks. I also feel like most people are trying to look younger, you know? Botox and face lifts and whatnot." He pauses, glancing back up at her with a slight squint of suspicion. "Wait a second, are you saying I need to look older because I'm otherwise immature? I believe the term is young at heart, and I am happy to be that way. I'm here, I'm immature, get used to it!" The laugh that follows is an obvious way of showing - he isn't offended. At all.

"Because I like to learn things, and I like to learn about important things, like boobs. That's why. What, a guy can't do some research about stuff that doesn't directly affect him?" He puts a hand to his chest as though mortally offended and hurt. He isn't, but he puts on a good show of acting like it. "It's too bad internet isn't even the vaguest of things here. I mean, we don't even have the electricity to run a computer, let alone the thing itself or the World Wide Web. But duly noted. If I feel the need to do the whole 'dating profile' thing, but like scratched on papyrus or something like the Ancient Egyptians, I'll hit you up."

He reaches up to cover his nose with his hand, pouting underneath it.

"Excuse me for loving myself the way I am!" he protests, matching her humor. The mention of the book, though, gets him to laugh. "That's terrible, but hilarious."

Clary laughed. "It's a compliment and no. I don't think you need to look older. It was an observation." She pushed her fingers though her fiery hair, pulling the silky strands over her shoulder as she dropped into a cross legged position. Crouching was killer on her thighs and she had no idea when this eclipse would fully arrive.

"Just take the compliment." She advised him with a roll of her eyes.

Clary was probably the last person that anyone should go to for dating advice. The last person that she had fallen for ended up being her brother. That was awkward as fuck and Clary spent a lot of time trying not to think about Jace or their kiss.

"Terrible but hilarious the name of your sex tape." She looked up at him with a grin. It was fun to tease someone who took it so well. It made her miss Simon.

Slowly the sun was being blocked by the moon. Clary looked down in time to see a small sliver of the sun left. It wasn't all that dark at first but as the moon continued to move, she noticed the shadows around them becoming lighter or the sun was becoming dimmer.

"It's happening." She turned her head up though she didn't look directly at the sun. Not yet.

"Yeah, yeah," Major starts with a playful roll of his eyes, holding up two fingers on each hand in the air to do air quotes around the words, ""An observation." Sure. I know an insult when I hear it."

Major follows her lead and takes a seat on the ground. Definitely better than standing or crouching while waiting for the event to finally take place. Holding the piece of cardboard closer to the ground also made the edges of the invading moon all the clearer, and he glances around as the light begins to fade.

It's eery, to say the least.

"That's definitely the name of every sex tape I ever could have made."

XD - I couldn't resist!

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HAHHAA b99 ref excellent

XD - I couldn't resist!