http://strongestgirl.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-07-23 09:43 am

Squirrel Campfire - Sunday Morning

Pippi is lounging by the unlit fire ring for what is probably the last time this year.

Perhaps later she'll go down into town for brunch or something.

Right now she was just enjoying being out in the woods singing softly to herself.

What's that playing on the radio,
why do I start swaying to and fro
I have never heard that song before,
but if I don't hear it anymore
It's still familiar to me, sends a thrill right through me
Cause those chords remind me of the night that
I first fell in love to
Those magic changes my heart arranges
A melody that's never the same,
a melody that's calling your name
It begs you please, come back to me
Please, return to me, don't go away again,
oh make them play again
The music I wanna hear is once again,
you whisper in my ear
Oh my darling, aha I'll be waiting by the radio,
you'll come back to me someday, I know
Been so long since our last goodbye, but I'm singin' as I cry
While the bass is sounding, while the drums are pounding
Beatings of my broken heart will rise the first place of the charts
Oh my heart arranges, oh those magic changes,
oooh yeah


[[OOC: Open.}}

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip yawned as he stepped out of the cabin, a mug of water in one hand and the other brushing his teeth.

"Morning," he mumbled.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip took a sip from his mug, swirled it around in his mouth, and spat it out into the woods. "You were Jan, Ivanova was Rizzo, and everyone was singing. I gather that cookies were the culprit or something."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip shrugged. "Eh. No worries. Wasn't you. And honestly, it was less scary and more weird for the while I thought I was the only person who hadn't changed."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-24 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Pip blinked. "It wasn't running away. It was.... a strategic retreat while I tried to figure out what had happened. But... yeah. It was kind of scary thinking that I might be the only person who hadn't changed."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-24 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Pip thought about this for a moment. "Well, that was partially it. I didn't like the idea of what was basically a stranger using your body to come onto me. It felt too much like the whole thing with that fairy."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-24 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Pip blinked. It was way too early for conversations like this.

"The problem wasn't the coming on, the problem was that it wasn't you, it was someone I don't know using your body. If you follow me. I don't like the idea of someone else using your body for their own sexual pleasure. You're the only one who should be able to use your body for sexual pleasure." He tilted his head to the side slightly. "I think that made sense."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-24 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Pip shook his head. "It's too early and I haven't had my coffee. I'm not even entirely sure I understood the question."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-24 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Pip nodded. "Pain in the arse. I think I will get some coffee."

He walked towards the door and was half way up the steps when he turned around and said, "To answer your question more simply. Probably not."

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Seras came out of the cabin and flopped down near the unlit campfire.

"Morning," she said, "Still happy with your jacket?"

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Seras nodded.

"Good. I'm glad."

She stretched out her legs and took an appreciative breath of fresh air.

"So, any plans for today?"

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm...a Cafe Fina brunch might very well be worth getting up and walking for."

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Seras wiggled her toes in her runners.

"Wonder what sort of things Alfred would have for brunch...'

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ooh...yes. And lots of egg and chips. And homemade marmalade for the toast."

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"And buckets of cold milk and barrels of sugar..."

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-23 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, we'll paddle down it on huge slices of toast with sausages for oars."