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]

Coming across on a campfire, Jean made a face at what Emma was doing. "That's a gross habit," She announced, absolutely being that obnoxious non-smoker.

[icecoldfrost]

"So is offering unsolicited criticism," Emma retorted automatically. "Yet you don't see me being a bitch about it."

Liiiiiiiiiiiiiies.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean just stared at her for a moment. Even she saw the hypocrisy in that one.

And that was saying something.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma just smirked and took a long drag of her cigarette. "Did you get lost, Jeannie?" she asked sweetly. "I'm rather sure you aren't one of the girls I'm sleeping with."

Not dirty, but that was way too much fun to say.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I'm not allowed to say hello?" Jean asked, being snotty now.

[icecoldfrost]

"You are," Emma allowed, "but in that case, one generally starts with 'hello' before critiquing the hostess, and even then it's generally considered polite to wait until I turn my back before you start snipping about all my horrid little indulgences."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean just rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you're only polite when you say hello."

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm never 'only' anything, darling," Emma practically purred. "I don't like limiting myself."

"But please, take a seat. Hello. I'm sure someone left out a bag of marshmallows around here somewhere."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Is that for creative writing?" Jean... so had yet to start.

[icecoldfrost]

"Supposedly," she sighed, wrinkling her nose at the notebook. "Yet I seem to be suffering a wretched case of writer's block. I haven't had to take an English class in over a year, and I haven't faintest idea where to begin."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"You could start with something interesting about people you've met here," Jean offered. "Some of the stuff Mr. Dayspring has told me about is probably going to be where I start."

Way to sound like a preteen girl with a crush, Jean.

[icecoldfrost]

"Spreading second-hand gossip? How positively lurid," Emma teased lightly. "What sort of whispers has this 'Mr. Dayspring' been murmuring in your ear?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Nothing lurid," Jean replied, rolling her eyes, but still smiling. "He's the one helping me with my powers."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine was trying to figure out what to do with herself, restless after a boring day at work. She was leaning for maybe a walk in the woods; even dark, it was the perfect sort of evening, and the main campfire was no good. Turtle was there in a good mood and she did not have the brain capacity for Turtle Wexler in a good mood right now. So she started to drift a little, vaguely intent for the woods, but easily distracted, as proved by her pausing for a moment at one of the other campfires, noting Emma and the journal and she nodded toward it.

"Is that for class?" she ventured.

[icecoldfrost]

"Supposedly." Another page got ripped out, balled up, and tossed towards the simmering fire. "In reality, I am practicing my freethrow for the WNBA."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack found his way out to the campfire and plopped down on a log a few feet from Emma. "What are you working on?" he asked, with a general wave for the rest of the group.

[icecoldfrost]

"Everything's lurid, darling, especially if he's an older man," Emma pointed out. "Why, it's positively scandalous! I do hope he's teaching you something useful."

Like how not to be so uptight.

[bitten_notshy]

Oooh, cute redhead he didn't know (though he was fairly certain she was in some class or other with him). Jack smiled at her a bit. "We haven't met yet, have we?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Hey, Valentine," Jack said, a little lazily. "How was the hotel?"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine followed the toss of the crumpled paper, her eyes lingering for a moment as the flames started to gather around it, causing it to curl and blacken, and she lifted an eyebrow. "I don't remember hearing anything about there being fire involved in the WNBA," she said. "You'd think it would have stuck around longer if there was."

[icecoldfrost]

"In theory, my creative writing story," Emma replied, wrinkling her nose as she crossed out another line. "Sadly, I highly doubt I'm going to be writing the next great American Novel. At least not anytime soon."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean grinned and shook her head. "I don't think so. I'm Jean."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"He's helping me not have to shield so much," Jean confided. "I think I'm doing better."

So wasn't, but it was getting there! Kinda! Maybe.

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Boring," Valentine answered. "In a way, I suppose I should be glad for it, but I should really not be able to work through three fourths of a book in a workday. And how was your day, Jack?"

[icecoldfrost]

"It should be added to more major sports," Emma replied. "As homoerotically fascinating as American football is, it would be even more entertaining if there were flaming hoops, I think."