Main Campfire [Tuesday, Evening]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy had spent most of the past four days avoiding people. Something that was probably a good move on her part, and for everyone, considering that she wasn't the most openly friendly sort to begin with, and that would really only be compounded by jetlag and getting sent away to this fucking place. Boring as Bristol was, she couldn't say this was somewhere she particularly wanted to be either.

A few days on, she'd begun to see the attraction of certain parts. In this case, the attraction of getting to sit out by a roaring fire, poke idly at the embers at the edge with a stick, and watch them glow and fizzle with the air.

This was actually not bad, and for the moment even quiet.

And occasionally, she sat back to swig from a plastic water bottle she was keeping away from the flames. Chances were, it didn't actually have water in it.

[[Open like a big open campfire.]]

Comments

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Good," she nodded. "Thanks for asking. How do you like your workshops so far?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I have had only had one. Regarding the civil war re-enactment. I was disappointed to learn it did involve actual warfare."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"...people are actually taking that class?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Worf replied as if this were obvious. "How can one appreciate modern warfare without historical examples?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"But it's so...."

What was the word she was looking for?

Oh, right.

"Dorky. I mean, it's basically role-playing. Only nerds do that."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Are you calling me a nerd?" Worf demanded to know.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"....noooooo."

That would just be stupid. She was, of course, but if Worf didn't know that, he didn't need to know.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I thought so," he said gruffly. "How are your classes thus far?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Practical?" Turtle tried. "I've had SAT Prep so far, and that's it."