Main Campfire, Saturday late afternoon

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny was bored. He didn't have any dates today. Or tonight. And man, that really sucked. 

To pass the time he was making fat marshmallow men and setting them up for target practice. Yes. That's what he was calling it. Target practice. And they weren't really being set up, rather he was launching them straight into the air with a catapult, then blasting them with a fast fireball.

Laughing, he watched them burn up in the sky.

Johnny was easily amused.

But it still sucked that he didn't have a date for this evening.

(ooc: it's open if you like.)

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[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"It's a motorcycle sport. Usually off-road, and the competitions are great," he said enthusiastically. "Never heard of it?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, I've heard of it," Turtle assured him. "That was more of a sort of..." She looked thoughtful for a moment, as if trying to put the words in her head right and clasped her hands together, " 'Motocross? Oh, do tell more!' type of 'Motocross?' rather than a 'Motocross? What the heck is that?' type of 'Motocross?' Although I do understand that, around here, clarifications like that have to be made, what with people from different worlds and stuff."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

This was totally cool, someone who was interested in hearing about his all time favorite sport. "It's awesome, Turtle. There's no other feeling like being on a bike - Oh! Maybe I should tell you I'm particular to Supercross. It's an entirely man made track and usually held indoors in a stadium setting. Man, there are sweet jumps, different kinds, rings of fire, it is so awesome!" Johnny was a little over-enthused here, but hey, he totally loved it.