The Deck [Friday Evening]

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan had an inexplicable craving for s'mores. After a handwavy trip to Turtle and Canary to pick up supplies, she returned to the dorms and built a fire in the pit by the deck.

She was totally impressed with herself that she managed to get it going on her own. And now she was going to sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Which were more of the chocolate, marshmellow and graham cracker variety than actual fruit.



[open deck/fire!]

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[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Not a whole lot, really," Joan admitted. "Play practice, work, workshops."

She shrugged. "Last week wasn't... terrible. I almost kissed a friend that I shouldn't have, but we got interrupted."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"I don't know whether to say you're lucky or--" she turned a bit pink at the very idea.

"You're in the play?"

She hadn't heard much about it. It was something she wanted to go see when they had performances, but she wasn't about to act.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan nodded. "Yeah, a small part, but..." God made me do it... "it seemed like it would be fun."

She noticed the pink cheeks though. "Are you okay? If you don't want to talk about it, that's cool."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She shook her head and by the end she was rolling her eyes, mostly at herself.

"I'm fine. There were some... things. With radio. Already cleared it up with everyone who's important."

No, Brooke was not one of those people.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan nodded. "That's good at least. You have to take everything you hear on radio with a grain of salt. Or a bucket of it."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Or a saltlick.

"Have you ever been woken up to do it yourself?" she asked. She always wanted to see how people's experiences might differ. While she was having a great time and was spending most of her time enjoying herself, there was a part of her mind that was always looking for information, always checking to see what might be around the next corner.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"I did it once," Joan said. "But the squirrels didn't wake me up to do it."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"You went voluntarily?" which seemed, well, kind of odd to her.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," she said. Which, wasn't entirely true. God made her do it. But, details.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

To be fair, considering her family situation, she would probably just shrug.

"I guess it's sort of interesting. Everyone listening to you."

Fiona laughed and shook her head.

"Sorry. I'm weird."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"It was kind of fun," Joan admitted. "But not something I would want to do all the time."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"I feel sort of sorry that some people get brought there all the time. But I guess after a while, it's sort of fun. At least, if you bring some rum," she mused.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan smirked. "I'm not really a drinker."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She ducked her head and hid behind her hair.

"It's one of the things I can do, drink, I mean. I don't know why, but the alcohol doesn't seem to settle in my stomach like other things. Then again, I might just be tipsy when it does."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan gave her a confused look. "Huh?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Oh.

"I don't usually eat. Like. Anything."

She knew how bad that sounded and immediately continued.

"I'm not anorexic or anything," she was sure to assure Joan, "it's just something that happened. Don't worry. I won't get sick."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Okay."

Joan didn't get it, but she would trust her.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"So!" she continued briskly, "missed the campfires from earlier this summer?"

There was a gesture to the marshmallows.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Kinda," Joan said. "Mostly I was craving s'mores."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She just nodded, not really sure what to say about that. The smell of s'mores was nothing to her, but she longed for the experience. She'd never had one, never would get to taste it properly. She couldn't hunger, but this was as close as she got.

"The deck is nice, though. I wouldn't think most schools have so many nice places to hang out."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, we have really great amenities here," Joan agreed.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"My brother got sent to another school. You have no idea how jealous he gets when we talk on the phone."

Then again, that might have as much to do with hearing about Peyton and Dinah as anything.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"What's his school like?" Joan asked.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"More traditional. There's uniforms and eight hours of classes a day; there's not really any 'common' rooms. There's a curfew and certainly no drinking."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Ugh, uniforms would suck," Joan said. "And common rooms are fun."