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.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Someone was already at the campfire tonight and, wonder upon wonders, it was someone he recognized.

"Oh look, it's my bestie," he said, tone sarcastic. He took a seat on one of the logs. "Fire good?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not bad," she replied mildly, glancing up with a slight smirk. "If you've been plaiting friendship bracelets, they can go on now."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

The main campfire, Turtle decided, seemed like a good place to start tonight, settling in after another day at the store.

She remembered the girl who was already there, but her lexicon seemed to be failing today.

"Hey," she offered. "I remember you from the picnic, but, I'm sorry, I can't remember your name..."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Effy," she said, a small smile creeping onto her face. She was actually a whole lot more open to socialisation when she had a little bit of alcohol in her. Go figure.

"... you were Turtle, right?" It was a fucking weird name. Not the sort of name you forgot, really.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, wouldn't you know, I ran out of material," Alex said, shrugging. "You'll have to do with the sentimental value of me offering in the first place."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Shame," Effy said, still looking just a touch amused as she leaned back against her own log. "I was so looking forward to that."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"How can I ever make it up to you?" he asked, pouring it on thickly just for effect.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Fraid you can't," she said, twirling that stick idly. "Missed your chance completely."

"Which is your loss, by the way."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aren't you hardcore?" he said, settling down a little more comfortably. "It's my loss? Why?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Come on, Newbie Lexicon, don't fail her...

Turtle eyed the guy, struggling to come up with anything other than pregnancy and hunchba--

"Alex, right?"

Theeere we go. Good job, lexicon.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was the pregnant hunchback. Or something.

"Yep." He nodded. "And you are...Turtle."

Be glad he didn't actually call her Pregnant Hunchback.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Which Turtle counted as a good thing. She nodded. "Right, Turtle. How are you settling in so far, Effy? Any weird classes?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I am, and it's worth being on my good side," Effy said with a shrug as she reached back for that bottle.

Honestly, of all the people she'd met so far, she found him pretty tolerable. Which considering her attitude towards most people, was fairly impressive.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Learned how to lie on Monday," Effy said. Not that she really needed a whole lot of help on that subject, as far as she was concerned.

"Interesting, as lessons go."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And which side am I on?" he wondered, reaching into his pocket for less exciting than her bottle but still enough to calm him down. Aw, cigarettes.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle sighed in relief; she'd half expected him to call Pregnant Hunchback, or something.

"Right," she nodded, smiling. "Turtle. How's things so far, Alex?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Spy class?" Turtle guessed.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy considered that as she fiddled.

"I've yet to decide," she answered. "You have a certain amount of pull over that. Might want to think about which side you want to be on."

No need to let him get complacent by saying she didn't find him altogether irritating.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Right," she confirmed, nodding slightly. "Wish I could've done a GCSE in that." It would've made it a lot easier not to get kicked out.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I had a class on a sex today." So, you know, not bad. "Beats math."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, I can influence my own decision," he said, nodding thoughtfully and digging for his lighter. "Guess that means I should ask to carry your books to class or some shit like that."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf was not exactly patrolling. It was more of him being on alert. Especially since the invasions of zombies and aliens recently.

So it was unfortunate for Effy that Worf found her near the fire ring.

"I assume you are taking proper percautions?" Worf growled.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy arched a skeptical eyebrow. "You lose points for teen movie cliches," she told him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He scoffed and lit a cigarette. "You're a tough sell. And you act like I'm trying to impress you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Of course," she replied, leaning back to look at him. The growling was still hardly something to deter her.

Well, of course she was being safe for her least favourite weird looking goody goody!

"Having a nice walk?"