I have only one burnin' desire [OPEN]

[weedyshyguy]

Who: Jhelbor citizens
What: Bonfire partyyyy~!
When: Sunday evening til ? :O
Where: Just outside the city
Notes: Let's just say Bret sent an invitation out. :| Seemed silly to do another journal (and I forgot to set a date in the first one, oops). ALSO: if you want to post something later in the night and there hasn't been many posts yet, just mark it

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[eyeofthepsychic]

Ariana was very excited. Very, very excited, so much so that she didn't mind being Ariana for a little while and not some other person who's name she didn't know but whose mind she did know. She knew Bret was worried about her and fire, but it was ok, she knew fire hurt and knew that it was bad to set nice people on fire. And she didn't have any fire here anyway.

Except for now, because there was going to be a big fire! And she was very excited.

"Hello!" she said cheerfully as she skipped over to the group, looking thrilled at the prospect and waiting patiently.

[weedyshyguy]

Ariana was always cheerful, but she looked even more bouncy now. Bret figured that was good. Unfortunately for him, Ariana hit that sweet spot between being nearly a child and nearly an adult that was even more difficult to understand than actual children were, not to mention the fact that she was a woman and he had never really gotten the hang of them either. He was pretty sure he was doing a good thing right then.

So he chose to continue smiling and waved at Cris and the others, pointing at Ariana. "She's here! You can start!"

Turning back to Ariana, he realized suddenly that he could ask her how she was feeling, even if she was on the road to the land where 'fine' actually meant 'you called me fat just now' and 'you fat slut' could somehow also mean 'you're a bad boy, now take me out to that alley and do me against a wall while my date waits patiently.' Bret just did not get women. Then again, those women were all bastards.

He really hoped that Ariana wasn't a bastard. Still beaming happily, he asked, "You excited?"

[eyeofthepsychic]

"Yes!" Oh she was very very very excited and now that she was here she wasn't sure she wanted to be patient, but she was still because Ariana was a 'good girl' even if she was also 'crazy' but that didn't matter because they were going to light it soon and she wouldn't have to wait much longer. She bounced on her heels a little, absolutely beaming and probably looking quite a bit younger than eighteen, though she was never really mentally that mature anyway.

[weedyshyguy]

Bret nodded. "Good. I'm glad." He turned to watch as everyone went to work on getting the fire started, admittedly a little excited himself. But not pyromaniacishly. Fires were just nice.

He hoped that was really all Ariana thought of them.

"Hey, so, um. How's Iggy working out? Is he a good pet?" Bret found it a little odd to think that the two things he could discuss with Ariana were her bass-fixated iguana and how it's wrong to set things on fire. Although it really wasn't anymore odd than popping back in time randomly, in all honesty. He supposed life was just never going to be completely normal in Rowan.

[human_dax]

As siin as the fire was going well, Daxter had a seat nearby so tat he could feel the warmth. The bonfire was a little like a reminder of home, and he lazily tapped his fingers on the ground as one ear flicked up and down. Reluctant as he was to admit it, he missed Sandover and Sentinel Beach. Not much he could do about it though. So instead he turned his attention to the other people there.

He didn't really know any of the other worldwalkers or anything and he was a little reluctant to since he didn't have a great track record with people, but he liked to be around others. So for the time being he was content to sit and enjoy the bonfire.

[not_even_dreams]

Sam was sort of drifting through the crowd. His attention was caught by the small -- Elf? Maybe. The ears seemed... off.

In any case, the fire could be dangerous. The kid probably shouldn't be sitting so close.

It seemed like a fairly trivial thing to worry about, given all the sorts of things that could happen in Rowan -- or anywhere, really -- but the worry nagged at the back of Sam's mind. That, and there was something oddly familiar about the boy.

Sam meandered some more until he was nearer to the fire, then took a seat himself close to the boy, but still out of arms' reach. He looked over with a brief nod of greeting.

[human_dax]

Daxter glanced over at Sam, hiding his surprise at being noticed behind a lopsided grin that did nothing to hide his overbite. Leaning back on his hands, he tilted his head a little. "Hi," he said simply, not quite able to come up with anything else yet.

[not_even_dreams]

"Evening." Something about this entire situation was familiar, in fact. Suddenly, Sam remembered the fireside chat he'd shared with -- Leslie, hadn't that been her name? -- in the oasis. Whatever happened to her?

It didn't help that any memories from the oasis were suspect. Just as likely he'd imagined the whole thing.

"Nice night," he remarked.

[getsthelastword]

Generally speaking, Damon was not overly fond of fires. At least, not fires out of his control. True, he had become fairly skilled at lighting them...for a vampire. It was the best way to dispose of a body. But that never meant he loved them. There was just something that turned him off about burning and dying. Call him old fashioned

[blytheandbonnie]

Bonnie had chosen her spot carefully--close enough to the fire that she could sit in its light, far enough that she wasn't panicked about the material of her flowing dress catching fire and making her a real Bon-fire. She'd had the dress made weeks ago--stolen funds, really. Bonnie had loved the dress then, felt like some sort of Druid priestess. She'd taken it home and spent hours admiring herself in it, twirling around in a circle and dancing and blissfully contemplating how pretty she must look

[getsthelastword]

Damon spotted Bonnie nearby, looking gloomy and emo. Although the dress was nice and the firelight was rendering it at least partially transparent. Which was always enjoyable, even if she wasn't a blond. The sulking, however, had to stop.

Searching his pockets, Damon found a piece of scrap paper. He was reasonably certain that it was not from his journal, a good thing since he hadn't exactly made a public debut on that network yet. Quickly, he took out his pen and scribbled a few words on the page:

Want to get a drink?

He crumpled up the paper into a tight ball and then, unceremoniously, chucked it at Bonnie, aiming directly for her shoulder. He would have aimed for her head, but somehow, he doubted she would be able to feel it with all that hair.

[blytheandbonnie]

Just as Bonnie was beginning to wonder it would be best to just go home, she felt something hitting her shoulder. With reflexes that no human could really possess--she hoped no one was watching too closely--she spun around and grabbed at the paper before it fell to the ground.

Want to get a drink? the paper read. Bonnie knew right away that the handwriting was Damon's--she'd read plenty of notes from him before, although most of those had been a lot more naughty than this one

[ebony_musician]

Touya shuffled to the edge of the firelight, where he sat cross-legged on the ground. This was the largest fire he'd seen since he'd first gotten to the city months ago, and the light reflected off his eyes almost like a normal cat's.

He pulled his flute from the bag slung over his shoulder and, after watching the flames dance for a moment, began to play. It was a nameless and cheerful little thing that was more him stringing together notes that sounded pleasant together than anything else, but that was really all he ever did. He play what he felt at that moment and that was all there was to it for him.

[posinglikeaswan]

Jemaine was seated alone, to the left of the fire, cross-legged and propped up on his elbow. He rolled a twig idly between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the warmth of the fire, not enjoying the crowd, and dragged the twig along the soil. It wasn't that he didn't want to be there, necessarily, though he'd never been particularly fond of anything remotely considered a party outside of picking up women, he just hadn't spotted anyone he knew or wanted to talk to. Bret was enjoying Ariana's company, which suited Jemaine just fine, Cassandra was mingling, which also suited Jemaine just fine, and he'd spotted Sam at one point, but they hadn't really left on buddy terms.

So he sat there, drawing an armadillo in the dirt and listening to the sound of Bret singing to a mash of his guitar and some chipper sounding flute.

Unremarkably, this suited him just fine.

[luckycatthief]

Tatyn padded by behind Jemaine, pausing mid-step and backing up. He was always just by himself at any gathering and she had to wonder why. Well, whatever the reason, she was going to ruin the solitude by sretching out on the ground about a foot away. "Having fun are we?"

[posinglikeaswan]

Distracted by detailing the armadillo's back, Jemaine almost didn't acknowledge Taryn when she stretched out in front of him.

Couldn't really miss the talking, though.

Concentration broken and moreover recognising her voice, Jemaine paused, twig hovering awkwardly, and raised his head. "Yes," he looked back down and gestured at the ground. "As you can see, I'm drawing an armadillo. And, uh, the music's pretty good. So yes." He went back to detailing the armadillo, dotting its torso. "You're blocking the fire."

[luckycatthief]

Taryn shrugged, simply moving her back legs around so that she wasn't as much, before flopping down fully again. "Never seen an armadillo," she said, mildly interested, she did pause to look over the drawing though. The closet-sounding thing she knew was Armaldo, but that didn't look even remotely the same. "I might have seen something a little like it though."

She yawned a little, the flute music making her just a little drowsy. Thankfully not enough so to make her sleep.