Remember, remember the fifth of November... [ota, gathering post]
After so many different festivals, and celebrations, the village had obvious decided to make one last one late in the year for the Brits. A bonfire had appeared in the park, complete with a effigy of Guy on the top. A barbeque, toffee apples and a bar. What more could a lonesome Brit ask for?
Lucas had wandered over to the bonfire after sending a message to Martha. He smiled as he saw a few children running past, toffee apples in hand, talking about the firework display that was to come later. A touch of home. He hadn't been to a bonfire night in... well, forever. Not since before he'd been captured in Russia, anyway. The human touch... it was what he'd been missing, so he was determined to enjoy this.
Even if it did mean a firework display later on.
[ooc: Bonfire and firework display cleared with mods. Come one, come all! Tag Lucas if you want him.]
Lucas had wandered over to the bonfire after sending a message to Martha. He smiled as he saw a few children running past, toffee apples in hand, talking about the firework display that was to come later. A touch of home. He hadn't been to a bonfire night in... well, forever. Not since before he'd been captured in Russia, anyway. The human touch... it was what he'd been missing, so he was determined to enjoy this.
Even if it did mean a firework display later on.
[ooc: Bonfire and firework display cleared with mods. Come one, come all! Tag Lucas if you want him.]