the earth ablaze, vegetation obliterated in a quarter-mile strip, steam billows from the mud
[The now-smoking chunk of the park, Thursday, noon, July 30th (day 50)]
[Continued from here]
Fiona and Kitty stopped by to see Miss Kaeli to see how she was, as did Zann. The four of them went out for a picnic lunch in the park, and all was good, and then Djinn crashed the party. He went after Fiona and taunted Kitty into breaking the binding on him. Azrael (still wearing a very confused Simon) and Sid have shown up to help. Kaeli is sensibly trying to get a slightly smoky Fiona and Zann out of there.
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Fire makes some things more elastic more plastic sure it does, fire anneals, fire breaks down into crucible fluidity. Fire's great for some things.
Meat isn't one of them.
(and I breathe in, clean air, and for a second there's pain)
And then a great juggernaut spasm in my nerves slaps me right out of myself, massive system shutdown, safety switch, fuses blown.
The burnt hair smells as gritty and good as a deisel engine on a winter morning, and my tongue's all dry, and somewhere something god help me smells good. Trying to remember when I got my sandwich for the picnic 'cause last thing I remember I was lying back reaching for a cupcake and now I can smell roast beef or pork or something, and I'm still lying back but it's not comfortable anymore. Feels like I'm wearing a too-tight set of clothes, and they'll pinch and rip if I try to move. My legs hurt like I didn't stretch them, my back's slammed and aching (you took that tumble badly, Zann). Something heavy on my chest. Lungs heaving like bellows with a whistling leak, and I'm gasping and the weight I'm holding is snuffling and what happened? what?
"Zann, We have to move, we have to go and get Fiona away," someone says softly and my eyes are still streaming but I think it's Kaeli and I say something that's meant to be go go go and try to let go of the weight on my chest. My arms peel stickily off each other, like I've sweated them together.
Not the sandwiches. Someone's having a cookout, I think. God, that smells good.
[Warning: continuation of violence.]
[Open to Bakeneko, Fiona, Kaeli, Djinn, Simon, and Sid]
[Continued from here]
Fiona and Kitty stopped by to see Miss Kaeli to see how she was, as did Zann. The four of them went out for a picnic lunch in the park, and all was good, and then Djinn crashed the party. He went after Fiona and taunted Kitty into breaking the binding on him. Azrael (still wearing a very confused Simon) and Sid have shown up to help. Kaeli is sensibly trying to get a slightly smoky Fiona and Zann out of there.
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Fire makes some things more elastic more plastic sure it does, fire anneals, fire breaks down into crucible fluidity. Fire's great for some things.
Meat isn't one of them.
(and I breathe in, clean air, and for a second there's pain)
And then a great juggernaut spasm in my nerves slaps me right out of myself, massive system shutdown, safety switch, fuses blown.
The burnt hair smells as gritty and good as a deisel engine on a winter morning, and my tongue's all dry, and somewhere something god help me smells good. Trying to remember when I got my sandwich for the picnic 'cause last thing I remember I was lying back reaching for a cupcake and now I can smell roast beef or pork or something, and I'm still lying back but it's not comfortable anymore. Feels like I'm wearing a too-tight set of clothes, and they'll pinch and rip if I try to move. My legs hurt like I didn't stretch them, my back's slammed and aching (you took that tumble badly, Zann). Something heavy on my chest. Lungs heaving like bellows with a whistling leak, and I'm gasping and the weight I'm holding is snuffling and what happened? what?
"Zann, We have to move, we have to go and get Fiona away," someone says softly and my eyes are still streaming but I think it's Kaeli and I say something that's meant to be go go go and try to let go of the weight on my chest. My arms peel stickily off each other, like I've sweated them together.
Not the sandwiches. Someone's having a cookout, I think. God, that smells good.
[Warning: continuation of violence.]
[Open to Bakeneko, Fiona, Kaeli, Djinn, Simon, and Sid]