Aye Aye Campfire, May 28, Sunday Evening

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe sat in front of the campfire, roasting stick with marshmallow in one hand, pen in the other, notebook in her lap.

Every so often, she'd stop, look into the fire, and then start writing again.

After her little glitter mishap this afternoon, she was still covered in glitter. It would make an interesting conversation starter if anybody were to stumble across her here.

Also, there was a bag of marshmallows sitting next to her, and a pile of roasting sticks next to that. S'more makings sat next to the marshmallows. If anybody wanted any, they were free to help themselves.

[OOC: Open for interaction. S'more makings moddable at will. Whatever you'd want on a s'more, it's there.]

Comments

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Some kind of toy that younglings around here played with," Anakin said. "You're not from this planet, then? Or just not into toys."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"Ah, I see," Tempe said. "I'm from this planet. Just not into toys. I was always more into reading when I was a kid. So now, when people talk about all these toys they had or TV shows they watched when they were a kid, I just stare at them blankly. Because they might as well be speaking Ancient Greek."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Blank stares are fairly common around here, yeah." Anakin laughed. "You should've seen us at the holiday pageant."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"I guess that's what happens when you take people from so many different planets and timelines," Tempe replied. "There's bound to be some culture shock. Or in this case, a lot of it."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"I think of the group that got recruited for the pageant there were, um, five who were actually from this planet. And one of those was a vampire." Anakin grinned. "I'm not sure culture shock fully covers it."