Campfire of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker [Thursday Evening]

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was not wanting to go far from her cabin tonight, in case something hideously humiliating tried bubbling forth in song. She wanted to keep the option of a strategic retreat open in case it became needed.

Not that the tune she kept singing under her breath as she poked at the fire was high culture, but at least it wasn't some Spice Girls or something equally awful.

Baby look at me
And tell me what you see.
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest.
I got more in me, and you can set it free.
I can catch the moon in my hand,
Don't you know who I am?

Remember my name!
I'm gonna live forever.
I'm gonna learn how to fly!
I feel it coming together,
People will see me and die.
I'm gonna make it to heaven,
Light up the sky like a flame !
I'm gonna live forever,
Baby, remember my name...

This day couldn't be over soon enough.

[OOC: Open campfire, open post. You know you love it...]

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[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean was more than a little concerned now. Was everyone singing?

"Emma?"

[icecoldfrost]

Oh joy, the red-haired Girl Scout of Telepathic Morals.

"Jean," Emma replied pleasantly, relieved that her background music died down a bit. "Out for an evening stroll?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I--guess you could say that." Said the girl who broke into a song with strangers before.

[icecoldfrost]

"You guess?" Emma raised her eyebrows at the other girl. "Are you lost, darling? Or just fleeing the general madness that seems to be going around?"

The temptation to peek and see was very, very high, but Emma didn't want a telepathic singing bitchfight right now, thank you.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Fleeing," Jean said, jumping on that one rather quickly. "Everyone is singing."

[icecoldfrost]

"It could be worse," Emma pointed out. "As much as I despise not being in control of my vocal cords, I'll take this over things coming to life. That's just creepy."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Nothing of mine came to life." Thank god. "Is there a week where thigns are ever normal?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had only one thing she loved enough for it to come to life, and luckily her bank account was kept off-island.

That would have been traumatizing.

"Darling, you're on an island with aliens," Emma replied. "Define normal."

But am I here? It's kind of hard to tell
I do a good impression of myself
But what's normal now anyhow?

"Oh hell."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean giggled. Because she was a mean girl, you see. "Not singing randomly?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Not singing randomly would be one definition of normal, yes," she said dryly. Horrid ginger. "If I knew how to stop myself from just belting any ditty that came into my head, I would."

This time when the music bubbled up, however, she just smirked at Jean and let it flow. This song she knew - and liked - and decided to play with it.

I can't slow down,
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could,
Oh no, there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean rolled her eyes at that, arms crossed over her chest.

"Weight of days lost holding you down
You'll look for me, but I won't be found.
The bluebirds flutter in my chest,
Oh, they want to sing..
You'll have to break me open to hear anything."

[icecoldfrost]

"So you're repressing, then?" Emma asked sweetly. "How very pedestrian of you, Jean."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby being, well, Bobby, he'd gotten over being freaked out by the singing thing and was now... actually kinda enjoying it.

"Got you too, huh?" he observed.

[icecoldfrost]

I'll top the bill, I'll overkill,
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the -
On with the show -
The show must go on...

"...I think that was a yes," Emma said sulkily as she wrinkled up her nose. "I hate this island."

[longislandiceme]

"I think it's kind of fun," Bobby admitted.

[icecoldfrost]

"You're new, aren't you?" Emma replied sympathetically. "Don't worry, darling, the shiny new will wear off soon."

"It's better than inanimate objects coming to life, or that damned sex-pollen week, but I do rather enjoy being in control of my vocal cords. Spontaneous verbal emissions are highly unfortunate."

[longislandiceme]

"...Sex-pollen?" Oh man, that sounded horrifying.

[icecoldfrost]

Oh, he made cute faces!

"An entire island full of sex-crazed students and adults," Emma said cheerily. "Worse than usual, I mean. By the end of the week, I was about to murder someone, and I do believe some students managed to break one of the cabins in their enthusiasm."

[longislandiceme]

"...Gah," Bobby sputtered. "So glad I wasn't here for that. My roommate was a cat last week, though."

[icecoldfrost]

"A cat?" Emma asked, bemused. "I do hope you didn't get scratched, or didn't need to clean cat litter." How very embarrassing for the roommate.

[longislandiceme]

"No, none of that," Bobby shook his head. "Just... this city is bound, this city is bound to do us in," he sang.

[icecoldfrost]

It's survival in the city
When you live from day to day.
City streets don't have much pity,
When you're down, that's where you'll stay
In the city, oh, oh.
In the city.

Emma laughed/sang in response. "It could be worse, I suppose. I've heard all sorts of rumors and stories from the older students."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby nodded. "Everybody comes 'round here, they're all looking for a change, happy are the ones who learn, it's not so odd to be strange," he replied. "You know, that's the second time I've sung that."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan, on his way back to the cabins after his foray into town, noticed Emma at the campfire and grinned as he walked over; he reached out with a soft mental touch, wordless, just the mental equivalent of a wave, and said, "I'd like to propose a toast."

Or, y'know, sang it, but that was rather the order of the day.

[icecoldfrost]

Oooooooooooooooooh! Emma tossed a flirtatious smile at him. "I'll drink to that," she replied, letting her own mental touch linger slightly. "I see it hit you too."

[not_in_the_book]

Laughing, Ronan nodded, calling up a hint of the memory of his earlier song. "I think poor George about died of embarrassment," he said. "But it's easier if you jsut go with it, no matter what the island makes you sing."

[icecoldfrost]

"Ooooo... do tell," she practically purred, leaning in conspiratorially even as she poked lightly at the memory. "I love the juicy gossip."

And sometimes it was more fun actually hearing it from a source, instead of just taking it.

[not_in_the_book]

He pulled the memory of up full, then, and offered it to her; it was so much easier this way. "I don't entirely blame him," he added, when he'd finished. "Not everyone is so... open... as I am."

[icecoldfrost]

"Open, or just shameless?" she teased, humming a bit as she examined the memory carefully. Oh, this was precious. "You might be a bit biased, you know."

[not_in_the_book]

"You say shameless, I say unafraid of my sexuality," he retorted, his grin wide. "Or, y'know, completely and utterly without shame, but it's not such a bad way to be."

[icecoldfrost]

"I didn't say shameless was bad," Emma tsked. "I'm accused of it often enough. Really, it just means we aren't raging hypocrites when it comes to enjoying ourselves."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed. "I don't believe I could find a better woman with whom I could share the title of shameless," he offered, with a gallant bow.

[icecoldfrost]

"Flattery is going to get you almost everywhere, Mr. Nolan," she replied, inclining her head to him slightly. "I'm honored."