Zombie Campfire; Monday Evening [ 05/24 ].

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Ariel supposed that perhaps she should be trying to track down Scuttle for some good advice on how she should act on her date later on this week; it was, after all, very important and, optimist that she was, Ariel was fairly certain that meant she'd be able to speak again on Friday.

Which was all very exciting, but Ariel also had the attention span of a shrimp sometimes, especially when there was so much to distract her.

Currently, it was the fireplace outside the cabin. Ariel was crouched down in front of it, moving logs, shifting through it, examining it with great curiousity.

But, for the life of her, she just couldn't figure out what made a fire and how did it...what's the word?

Burn.


[[ open campfire is...what do you call it? Oh! Open! ]]

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Hannibal was on his way back to his cabin when he spotted someone unfamiliar out at one of the campfires. That called for a side trip to be friendly, of course.

"Gonna make S'mores?" he wondered since she was moving logs. Seemed a setup to S'mores.

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At the sound of an approaching voice, Ariel dropped the log she was currently inspecting with a small puff of ancient ash at her feet. She straightened, turning her head in a whipping cloud of red hair, which she quickly had to brush out of her face. It just didn't flow on land like it did back home.

But once the hair was out of the way, she revealed a face of intrigue, her mouth a little 'o' of interest, wondering what a S'more was. Whatever it was had to be good, though, right, since a cute boy was talking about it?

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"Maybe not?" Hannibal guessed since he didn't see any S'mores fixings. He did offer Ariel a smile before taking a seat on one of the logs. "Shame. S'mores are good. Full of sugar and sweets. Great for giving yourself cavities."

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Which....still didn't help Ariel figure out what they actually were, although, really, sugar and sweets? Couldn't go wrong. Ariel lifted her eyebrows at the boy, making her look particularly expectant. Yes, yes, go on? But she realized that was unlikely to be easily conveyed, so she went with the one big thing at hand.

As he sat down, she quirked her head behind her toward the firepit, shrugging her shoulders to show how she wasn't afraid to admit defeat with the whole thing.

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"Oh, trying to make a fire?" he guessed, not too surprised at her lack of speaking. He knew Jak and, while he talked now, he hadn't done much before. "Need a match? I think I've got some, oddly enough."

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Smirking a little wryly, Ariel shook her head and lifted her shoulders a little. Whatever he had that worked, worked, and he should go for it.

And she'd just be standing her, biting her lip and trying not to seem too excited about fire, but it was kind of hard!

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"Ooh, are you gonna set things on fire?"

Trust Puck to have this idea above everything else involved in a campfire, as he approached with a brilliant grin.

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This whole campfire thing did sort of threaten to turn Ariel into just as much a pyro as she was a klepto, really. She couldn't help it; human things were just too cool.

As were humans themselves. Ariel just barely managed to keep herself from showing off just how thrilled she was to see Puck, wrangling it down into a smooth smirk threatening to burst, and an oh-so-casual shrug of her shoulder.

That seemed to be the idea of thing, yes. If she was understanding this campfire thing right.

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"What kind of stuff should we set on fire?" he wondered happily, settling down beside her. Puck loved fire, and Puck loved pretty girls. He was pretty much set here, yes. "Like, we have to pick things that'll burn really well."

[I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU. :D SP IS YAY!]

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Hmmmmm. Ariel, finger to her chin, was clearly giving it careful consideration, especially since she really didn't have a clue as to what burned well. She gave her chin a few taps, hoping she looked more cute than clueless, that it seemed that she was overexagerating the thinking well enough to cover the fact that she wasn't trying to figure out so much what burned well as she was trying to figure out what could she suggest to burn that wouldn't be completely stupid and fish-brained.

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"I could get some paper. Paper burns really good," Puck noted, also thoughtful. "I mean, wood, too, but that's boring. Man, we should find some booze, or non-dairy creamer. Or hairspray! Then it'll explode!" He flung his hands up into the air with emphasis.

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"Hey, my mom says what's up," Hannibal said with a wave towards Puck.

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"Tell your mom I said hi," Puck said nonchalantly. "I don't want to say more -- might break her heart."

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"What, you'd prefer my dad to break your neck?" Hannibal asked, smirking.

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"There's also that problem," Puck agreed. "I like my head being on my shoulders and all."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

Ah. It was the quiet girl. James deliberately stepped on a large branch as he approached; the crack of the branch breaking should alert anyone to his approach.

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Not to mention making Ariel drop a log from the fireplace that she was inspecting. It landed with a plop and a cloud of old ash as Ariel turned, to see what broke.

She didn't see anything broken, just the quiet boy from yesterday. So she gave him a smile and a wave of her hand.

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"Checking the logs to start a fire?" he asked. "You should be careful, ash gets everywhere."

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Ariel took a second to look down at her feet, which were bare and now black. She wiggled her toes a little in the ash, shrugged, and smiled. No harm in a little dirt, right?

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James grinned, removed his own socks and shoes, and wiggled his newly freed toes on the ground.

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Robin had his banjo slung over his back as he made his way from his cabin searching for a campfire.

"Hi Ariel!"

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Ariel's hand waved happily in greeting; then, she tilted her head to peek around the frog's back (not that it was really too difficult) to see what that was he had with him.

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Robin noticed and unslung the banjo. "I also play guitar, but I've been playing this for longer."

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Music! Really, Ariel told herself that she shouldn't be surprised to know that Robin played an instrument. As a bit of a water creature, it was only natural that he'd be musically inclined.

Ariel clapped her hands a little, and nodded to the frog to encourage him to play something for her. It would be nice to hear music, even though she knew it'd be a little sad, too. If he was good, she'd want to sing along...

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"Okay!" Robin agreed happily. He hopped up on one of the logs, cleared his throat, and began to play (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSFLZ-MzIhM).

"Why are there so many, songs about rainbows?" he sang.