Remember, remember...
It was November 5th and that meant only one thing: a bonfire.
The group of men hadn't arranged to meet on the beach when they did. In fact, they did not all arrive at one time. First had been Ianto and Edmund, various supplies in hand. The Welshman set up a refreshments table: light alcohol, juice, snack foods and baked goods picked up from the kitchen and bakery. The young Narnian had set to arranging the bonfire, stacking pieces of wood in a steadily growing tower, planning for the largest display possible. Others arrived later as the sun started to set, bearing wood and more food, offering advice and organizing the little things before the party began in earnest.
On the whole, it paled in comparison to a standard party, even more so compared to a rave. But that wasn't really the point. Entertainment wasn't necessary (though Edmund had brought his guitar and hoped others would join). Alcohol wasn't necessary (though at last one young man ran circles around the bonfire, whooping loudly). Drugs were far from necessary (though pockets of pot smoke wafted into the air near the edges of the gathering). Food wasn't even necessary (though there was plenty: toffee and cakes and hot soup and potatoes). All that was necessary was a raging bonfire and fireworks. The fire burned, a near tower of flame, and once darkness claimed the sky, Walter Bishop provided the later, bright colored fireworks exploding in the air.
[Gathering post for Guy Fawkes Day. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.]
The group of men hadn't arranged to meet on the beach when they did. In fact, they did not all arrive at one time. First had been Ianto and Edmund, various supplies in hand. The Welshman set up a refreshments table: light alcohol, juice, snack foods and baked goods picked up from the kitchen and bakery. The young Narnian had set to arranging the bonfire, stacking pieces of wood in a steadily growing tower, planning for the largest display possible. Others arrived later as the sun started to set, bearing wood and more food, offering advice and organizing the little things before the party began in earnest.
On the whole, it paled in comparison to a standard party, even more so compared to a rave. But that wasn't really the point. Entertainment wasn't necessary (though Edmund had brought his guitar and hoped others would join). Alcohol wasn't necessary (though at last one young man ran circles around the bonfire, whooping loudly). Drugs were far from necessary (though pockets of pot smoke wafted into the air near the edges of the gathering). Food wasn't even necessary (though there was plenty: toffee and cakes and hot soup and potatoes). All that was necessary was a raging bonfire and fireworks. The fire burned, a near tower of flame, and once darkness claimed the sky, Walter Bishop provided the later, bright colored fireworks exploding in the air.
[Gathering post for Guy Fawkes Day. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.]