William Howard Taft Campfire, Thursday Morning

[withoutverona]

Romeo was still sleepy when he wandered out of the cabin, mug of coffee clenched in one hand. (Someday he'd learn to make it properly without burning it. This wasn't that day, but this attempt was at least palatable when mixed almost 50-50 with cream and sugar.) That was his only excuse for thinking the falling glitter was snow at first, and his only reaction was faint disgust that they weren't done with the cold and wet part of the year yet.

Then he noticed the "snow" wasn't melting against his flesh and was, in fact, sparkling. He stood there stupidly in the morning sun, rotating his glittering limbs and wondering if he should be feeling some urge to kiss a boy.

[OOC: Open, unlit campfire!]

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[future_sandworm]

Leto, who wasn't aware of the meaning of glitter in Fandom, had also been a little startled at the falling glitter. He walked past the cabins and as he noticed Romeo, he approached him.

"Is this a common weather phenomena during this season?" he asked, trying to brush the glitter off his shoulders and arms, but it stuck to his skin.

[withoutverona]

"It's new to me," Romeo said, shaking his head (and releasing a tiny cloud of glitter from his hair as he did so). "There are jokes about it making people kiss, but I thought that was only jokes."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

Ned hadn't yet ventured out to a campfire but when he saw someone familiar at his own cabin's campfire, he decided it couldn't hurt.

"Morning, Romeo," he greeted as he took a careful seat on one of the logs.

[withoutverona]

"Good morning, Ned," Romeo said, still waving a hand about to watch it sparkle. It was on the mesmerizing side. "It is raining glitter today."

Just in case Ned hadn't noticed.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

So wrapped up in his own thoughts, he hadn't and when Romeo said something, he looked up and caught some glitter on his face and lips.

"Well."

He brushed it away.

"That's new."

[withoutverona]

"That might be how one can tell we aren't new here," Romeo observed wryly. "Something that shouldn't fall from the sky is doing so, and the most we say is that it's new."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Ned laughed and tried to brush the incoming glitter out of his hair. It didn't work very well. "This is going to stick around for weeks. I'll be finding it in my shirt months from now."

[intraspective]

"It's sparkling out!" she informed him gleefully, just in case he hadn't noticed, and bouncing over to attempt a hug.

[withoutverona]

"It will be a souvenir," Romeo agreed. "You can never wash glitter out of anything. The island will sparkle for weeks."

[withoutverona]

Romeo carefully set the coffee on a tree stump and let Ino hug him. "I'm not kissing any boys," he said, because she would get that kind of idea.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"As long as it doesn't come to life and start attacking me," Ned decided, brushing more off his black shirt. Of course, more just covered said shirt and Ned resigned himself to sparkling today. "And it could be raining worse things."

[intraspective]

She hugged him for a moment longer, then let go, taking a seat near him. "Why not?" Ino asked, far too innocently.

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Dōjima was just leaving the cabin to go get some coffee, as she could smell someone's failed attempt and it was making her hungry. Coffee. Maybe a pastry, too.

She couldn't help the grin that broke out across her face as she came out the door and saw Romeo standing in the sparkles. "Feeling the urge to start kissing yet, koibito?"

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"The glitter makes you look even happier," Ned observed with a small grin.

[intraspective]

"I must look like one of the happiest people ever today then!" she chirped, giggling. "I can't help it if the glitter likes me."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"It looks good on you," he said, swatting at some of the glitter in front of his eyes. "I think it makes me like a giant glittering klutz."

[intraspective]

"You're an awesome giant glittering klutz," she informed him. "With mad cooking skills, though I don't think you ought to try baking anything today."

[withoutverona]

"When it rains things that do attack, I'll know it's time to leave," Romeo decided. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and blinked away the glitter. "And I don't want to kiss anybody I don't normally want to kiss, so I know that rumor isn't true."

[withoutverona]

"Because I don't want to, but it's raining glitter and I know you," Romeo answered.

[withoutverona]

"I see you, so yes," Romeo said, with his own grin. "Anyone else would have to wait a very long time."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I agree," he said, snickering. "Pies with added glitter might not go over well. They're not a very good flavoring."

He paused.

"Not that I've eaten glitter before."

[intraspective]

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said loftily, even though she did, "the thought had never crossed my mind."

Lies.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I...vaguely heard about that second rumor," he said thoughtfully. "Glitter's supposed to make people wanna kiss, right?"

[intraspective]

"I think there's edible glitter?" she said, tugging a strand of hair in front of her face and rolling her eyes at it. "But I don't think this stuff is it."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"So this isn't the infamous boykissy-glitter I've heard so much about?" she answered, shading her eyes with her hand and squinting up into the sky. "I'm starting to think we've been lied to."