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!]]

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[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Zombies suck," Hurley said. "Making friends is important, cause you never know who might need to save your life. Gremlins suck. Curses suck. Classes are awesome. And Miss Doolittle is the best boss ever."

[icecoldfrost]

"Gremlins, zombies, and curses," Emma answered. "Of course."

She wasn't disbeliving of magic, per se. She did have powers, even if she wasn't sure why or how. But zombies?

Emma liked to regard herself as open-minded. Zombies, however, did not compute.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Hurley said. "I didn't believe in any of it before I came here. But now, well... I've experience most of it."