Lake Party Bonfire Night Two

[the_woodpecker]

Night falls, and the air begins to hold a slight chill

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[in_a_flash_x]

Robbie's out by the bonfire. He's been around, in and out, just a little less public than he could've been. He's been working on illusions and is still trying to figure out Borden's latest.

The bonfire gives him a good excuse for a diversion. He has tea and is slightly perplexed by the stacks of graham crackers, chocolate squares and marshmallows. What are those for?

[cat_wth_panache]

Perhaps the cat wearing a pair of swim trunks can help him figure that out. Puss in Boots moves along side the man and starts to assemble himself the beginnings of a smore. "Excuse me sir, could you hand me a marshmallow?"

[in_a_flash_x]

Angier blinks at a cat wearing swim trunks... and talking.

"I beg your pardon?"

[cat_wth_panache]

Puss has a stick and he swishes it through the air a few times and then looks back up at the man. "A marshmallow, there." He points to the fluffy white treats. "For my s'more." He holds up his graham cracker and chocolate.

Bartending II.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal's still behind the bar, as the light changes around him.

He's also sipping on a cup of coffee in between customers.

"Come on up! Get some chocolate, or liquor...or chocolate liquor! We have that too!"

Re: Bartending II.

[the_woodpecker]

Bernard is heading in to put a sleepy Anthony to bed, but he stops at the bar.

"You're the first to brave the party, you know. I should promote you."

Re: Bartending II.

[bad_in_latin]

"You mean everyone else is actually choosin' to coop themselves up inside rather than come out where the customers actually are?" Mal asks, honestly confused. "Rather be able to talk to folk, tell true."

"Also, gives me a chance to see if I'm remembering how to do all the drinks I'm learning."

Re: Bartending II.

[the_woodpecker]

"Well, I'm not inclined to be too hard on them. I didn't tell them they could leave Bar to fend for herself and come out here," Bernard shrugs. "Still. Good job."

[onehoopyprefect]

Ford is still around and about out here. He's switched from iced tea to the more traditional, and much better hot variety. He's got himself a patch of grass where he can watch the bonfire and its reflection on the lake.

As for his mood... well, he's been hoopier.

[gorgonfondness]

Mia's not far off with a glass of lemonade, also watching the bonfire and reflection.

Hey Ford! She might be interesting conversation!

[onehoopyprefect]

He hears what he thinks is a familiar voice, and his head snaps around, catching sight of the girl.

Locating the source of the voice, he realizes it isn't who he thought it was. But he smiles amiably at the girl when he shifts back around to watch the fire.

[gorgonfondness]

Mia has that feeling of eyes on her and turns to see Ford.

She smiles back and notices the tea. She looks back at her lemonade glass, nearly empty.

"That's not a bad idea," she says quietly, but not too quietly, to herself.

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[necessary_child]

Sam's out on the lakeside, a little way away from the bonfires.

His hands are full of stars tonight, adding to the other flickering lights dotted about the lakeside.

He's watching, but not unapproachable.

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[treading_dawn]

And in amongst those other flickering lights is a flash of gold.

Then it fades.

Time passes, a few minutes at most, and then there is another flash of gold.

This time it isn't at a distance at all.

Two great, solemn golden eyes are watching Sam.

These eyes are deeply set in a leonine face.

"We are well met here, son of Time."

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[necessary_child]

The words running through Sam's head, when he hears his title, may be considered thoroughly unrepeatable.

Althought they are very well-researched.

He has no idea who Aslan is. More importantly, he has no idea what Aslan is. He senses power, possibly greater than his own. But nothing more.

At length, though, all he says is "Hello."

To his credit, his own intensely black eyes do meet the golden ones.

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[treading_dawn]

It is to his very great credit, in truth, as not every man and woman can manage it.

"And shall you choose to be wary of me, then? Few indeed need be, here."

He lowers his head a little, keeping himself eye-level with Sam.

"In my own country I am known as Aslan. That same name is accurate here, as well."

[his_sarah_jane]

Sarah had put a skirt on when the sun started to go down, keeping on the bikini top. It's comfortable; almost making her wish she could spend more weekends like this.

She sits by the fire, watching the flames crackle in the night while she sips at her glass of wine.

[callitavesper]

The someone who sits next to her is remarkably more clad today than he was yesterday. A black short-sleeved shirt and khakis cover what wasn't yesterday afternoon.

"Evening."

[his_sarah_jane]

Aww, how dissapointing. He was certinaly much more fun to look at yesterday in that swimsuit of his.

Cheerfully, "Hello, James."

[callitavesper]

That ass is still visible in the khakis, yanno.

"Enjoying yourself?"