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Zombie Campfire; Monday Evening [ 05/24 ].

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.

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?

"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."

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.

"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."

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!

"Right, let's see what I can do," he said, standing up and digging out the pack of matches he'd picked up from Caritas one night. He lit the match and found a good spot with some moderate kindling where he dropped the match.

Hopefully that'd work.

"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.

Ariel tried not to seem as fascinated as she was, but it wasn't very easy, especially once the boy had lit the match and the bright flame had burst forth from that tiny little stick. Her eyes widened as she wished that it hadn't happened so fast; she barely had a chance to see how he'd done that! She followed where he dropped it, blinking as it settled and caught on the kindling a little, and then her attention whipped right back on the boy.

She pointed, eagerly, toward the matchbook and then held out her hand, stepping forward and trying to entice him to fork it over so that she could try to do it herself.

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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"You want the matches?" Hannibal guessed before holding them out. "Be careful, though. They light easily and I don't want you to burn yourself. I'd catch hell, letting a pretty girl get hurt."

Ariel couldn't help smirk over the fact that at least he noticed that she was pretty, but come on! She wasn't going to hurt herself; he didn't hurt himself, right?

Of course, he probably knew things like 'fire is hot.'

Not that it mattered quite yet. Ariel had gotten as far as getting out a match and then...he did something...a little...flick...strike against the book...

She did her best to imitate the swift movement she'd seen the boy do, but to no avail. The matchtip came up entirely lacking flame and Ariel held it up with a dissatisfied and accusing frown.

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

"It takes a few tries to get it," Hannibal told her, reaching to turn the matchbook over and pointing to the rough strip on the back. "There's where you wanna strike it. Quicker the better. If you don't get it the first time, try it again."

[Sure, no problem!]

"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!]

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

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

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

"I'll be sure to tell him you'd rather avoid violence," Hannibal said, smirking. "What's up, Puck? Having fun in the cabins?"

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.

"I love any situation that lets me sleep two feet away from hot girls," Puck admitted. "Is the senior cabin better? Fancier?"

"Bigger but I think it's about the same," Hannibal said, shrugging. "And I'm next to Angela when I don't make her share her bed. Which hot girls?"

"A hot blonde and this goth chick. And some ginger dude, but I'm ignoring him," Puck noted helpfully.

"What, not into the men, Puck?" Hannibal asked, snickering. "Why not? I thought you'd be into experimentation."

"I like boobs," he said very simply, shrugging.

He really was that simple.

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