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Before Keebler could continue speaking, Vanilla ran over to her and hugged her.
“You’re back! I was planning to spend the whole night waiting for you if you didn’t come soon!”
The green haired girl’s eyes widened as she looked up at the sky.
“It’s much later than what I expected it to be when I came back. Forgive me for the wait, girls.”
“It’s alright.” Bel said. “You swam from here all the way to the Atlantic Ocean. While I know that the area the Titanic sank was closest to here, it was still quite a ways off from Corner Brook. You coming back in this short amount of time is actually fairly impressive, all things considered.”
“Are you hurt? Tired? If so, I suggest you spend the night at my place so that you don’t have to walk all the way home.” The white haired girl offered.
“Thank you for the suggestion, but I feel perfectly fine. I should be able to get home without any problems.” She shook her head. “Enough about me. While I’ve managed to get the wreckage of the Titanic safely back to Canada, it’s still mostly intact. You won’t be able to use it to create your dream continent unless you strip it for parts, which, since the majority of us are normal girls, will be quite the hassle for us to do. Even then, I probably won’t be able to help you out due to the way my magic works. So the only one actually capable of scraping this thing for parts is you, Oreo.”
“That’s fine. With my magic, cutting this thing into smaller pieces should be fairly easy to do!”
“And what will you do once you’re done with that? Neither of our magics can conjoin pieces of metal to form the continent you desire. Unless you have another friend you’ve been keeping a secret from us, this plan will never work out.”
Oreo opened her mouth and was about to mention Ui when she decided not to.
“I’m sure I’ll figure out a way to turn all of the pieces of metal I’m going to salvage from the Titanic into the continent I want soon enough. For now, I’ll just focus on cutting it up into smaller pieces.” She said before turning around and looking toward the Titanic’s wreckage.
Keebler gritted her teeth and turned her head away.
“Fine, go ahead and procrastinate on thinking about what to do to actually make your continent, but how will you spread the word of its existence? A nation is only one because of its inhabitants. You couldn’t practically call what you’re trying to make a continent or a country if there’s only a handful of inhabitants.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that.” She turned to look at her blonde friend. “Viscount, can you do me a favor?”
“What is it?”
“I know you won’t make any money from this and that it’ll take away a good amount of time you could be using to sleep or write a paper, but could you make flyers informing people about this continent and tell them to come at say… 3 in the afternoon and spread them across the city for me?”
A smile spread across Viscount’s face.
“Sure thing!”
“No, spreading flyers around the city isn’t an option. If we do that, it’s likely that people who aren’t hermaphrodites will see them, come to this very beach, and then have us all killed for sympathizing with them. If our plan is to work, we have to place them around in specific areas in Corner Brook, and I think I know where.” Bel said. “The poor areas have a much more open population of hermaphrodites due to the majority of them working as prostitutes and in other lewd jobs. Should Amos’ death spark mass outrage across the city, they will be the first killed in retribution. Posting them there will not only save many lives but will also be less likely to bring about the indignation of the general public due to most men and regular women there being less likely to report such a thing to the police.”
“That’s a good point, Ms. Gauthier. Do you know where those areas are?”
“Indeed, I do. I’ve had to go to them in the past for business purposes. I’ll be more than glad to bring you to them tomorrow.”
“It’s pretty late right now. I think I should go home.” Vienna said before turning around and walking away.
“As will I.” Keebler said before doing the same.
“Keeb, can you come back here at 3 in the afternoon?” Vanilla asked. “I’m not asking you to move to the new continent with me and Oreo, but I want to say my final goodbyes to you.”
“All right. I’ll try to.” She said as she continued walking away.
“If I’m going to have all those flyers by tomorrow ready, I’ll have to start making them right away!” Viscount said before running away from her friends. “See you girls tomorrow.”
“Make sure you come to my house tomorrow so that I can show you where to hang those flyers.” Bel shouted. Once Viscount could no longer hear her, she turned to look at her niece and her girlfriend. “Well, you two. Let’s go home. I’ll buy a ton of boats and supplies to bring the surplus of people to your continent early tomorrow. You can start working on your little project tomorrow morning once you-“
“No, I’m going to stay here. I need to cut up this wreckage into many different pieces for me to be able to use. This might take all night, so you and Vanilla should just go home and rest.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay by your side?” Vanilla asked.
“Yes. You spent the whole night up yesterday. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day, so you’ll need all the rest you can possibly get. If it’s still dark out when I’m done, I’ll go back home and get some sleep too.”
“All right. Please finish quickly, Oreo.” Vanilla said as she and Bel walked away.
Once the two of them were out of her field of view, Oreo summoned two sideways facing shields.
“I’ll try to get this done as quickly as possible so that I can be with you, Vanilla.”