Franklin Delano Roosevelt Campfire, Monday Evening

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

There was a proper firepit! Of course this meant Merlin was outdoors, getting the fire going. Yes, even doing it the normal way.

Because he was simply far too excited for things that made sense again! If only a little bit.

Not that he wasn't fond of indoor plumbing, of course...

"Come on then," Merlin grumbled, blowing on the tiny, tiny embers he'd somehow--against all odds--had encouraged to spark to life.


[[Open like a campfire!]]

Comments

[icecoldfrost]

"Mmm. Hippie parents. My apologies," she deadpanned. "Forgive my manners. Being tossed directly into the frying pan of classes with a plethora of strangers has taken its toll."

She extended her hand with a smile. "Frost. Emma Frost. Charmed."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, Emma," Turtle smiled as she took the other girl's hand in a firm, cultivated handshake of professionalism. "Which class did you have, if you don't mind me asking?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Drama and Spying," Emma replied. "Interesting curriculum you have here."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Interesting school we have here," Turtle amended with a wry sort of smile. "It's nice, though, once you get used to it."

[icecoldfrost]

"Is it always this... unique?" she asked, looking around the campfire. "I was told something about zombies."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"And the zombies were pretty straightforward for Fandom. Don't even get me started on the time-travel-causing stone angels."