Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire [Wednesday Evening]

[icecoldfrost]

It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

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[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I think the other one," Jean replied. "Have you met Bobby? He's, um, a penguin right now. I know a him from home too."

Also kinda.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Oh, the penguin," Valentine said with a slight laugh. "I just saw him in his penguin form the other day." She shook her head. "I have to admit, hearing about that stuff makes me glad I'M NOT FROM MARVEL that my brother and I are on the same timeline, same universe."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"It's really weird," Jean admitted. BUT AT LEAST I'M NOT FLIRTING WITH MY BROTHER

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"I'll bet," Valentine said, with a sympathetic look. "Are they very different from the ones in your world, or only just enough to hurt your head? DON'T EVEN MAKE ME BRING UP ANY SUMMERS

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean had to think about that. "Weird thing is they're not."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"That kind of comforting, though, isn't it?" Valentine said with a faint smile. "That you are who you are, no matter what the details of the circumstances might be."