Zombie Campfire [Friday Late Morning]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Today was bound to be a shitty day for Effy.

Carried around enough issues as it was, without them suddenly sprouting up in luggage all over the fucking place. Really didn't want to be dealing with any of this. There was a reason she liked her denial.

Island didn't seem to care, though. Suitcase labeled with 'watched sibling get hit by a bus' as a giant reminder of one of the worst moments of her life was just the first thing to pop up. Just great. It got a blanket thrown over it in no time at all. That left her with an easily hidden 'beat someone with a rock' backpack to throw into a drawer, and kicking of a 'defective parenting' overnight bag under the bed in her alcove. Well, that and the hope that vacating to the campfire outside would help.

Which no, just had her glaring at the large box helpfully marked 'trust issues' which got dumped in the soon blazing campfire with no hesitation at all. At least out here any baggage that showed up could be disposed of immediately.

[[Open campfire, like they are!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex's alcove was filled with baggage. Filled with it. Of course. It hadn't taken him long to stomp on one labeled DADDY ISSUES and kick another one labeled MOMMY ISSUES. When they started multiplying quickly, he'd gotten out of there.

"Jesus, what're you burning?" Alex asked, wandering over, already on his seventh cigarette of that morning. "Even I cook better than that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Couple of moments checking that box was burning well before she glanced sideways over at Alex. Could be worse people witnessing her ritual burning of bad issues.

"Just... junk." Yeeep, that was it. "Wouldn't recommend eating it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Lucky for you, I'm not really hungry anyway," Alex said, lighting that cigarette and glancing warily around him for any magically appearing bags. "Lost my appetite a few hours ago."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What, not been running around working up an appetite?" Effy asked, snagging a stick to prod at the remnants of cardboard in the flames. "Hear that's what the great outdoors is all about."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, because that's just completely like me," he said dryly, glaring when a bag appeared at his feet with a label that said FAILS EVERYONE proudly displayed.

Without so much as a second look, Alex violently kicked it somewhere behind him. "Anyway, the great outdoors can suck me. I'm over it already."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy's mouth twitched a little in what was probably some kind of appreciation of that one. Although, it was less the great outdoors part of this that got to her.

"Something to take it all out on, at least." This stuff was great for burning, and kicking and flinging around.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm thrilled that they're taking up space in my alcove," Alex said, shaking his head. "And that they keep coming the fuck back. Burn one, another pops up. I feel like I'm in therapy."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Therapy probably wouldn't suggest setting fire to them." But then, the way Effy dealt with things was a little different from everyone else.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Depends on the therapist," Alex said and shrugged. "Sure there's one or two out there that like the out of the ordinary methods of treatment. How many have you lit on fire?"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall dragged one of many steamer trunks labeled "ABANDONMENT ISSUES" out the door of the Zombie B-wing and looked at Effy and the fire.

"Good idea," he decided. He picked up the trunk and carried it over.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Very satisfying," Effy assured him, idly watching as he brought it over. She thought it was anyway. But, little pyromaniac that she was, that might not be the same for everyone. "If you're into that sort of thing."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"It looks satisfying," Squall agreed. He hefted the trunk over his head and set it gently on the fire, trying not to kick up too many embers. "But we're gonna need a bigger fire."

After all, he had plenty more trunks back in the cabin.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Good job we can make it bigger, right?" More luggage, bigger fire. Easy. "Or go sneak it on someone else's." Also an option. Declaring your issues someone elses problem sounded nice.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I don't feel like digging a bigger firepit," Squall told her.

Because when you didn't care about ANYTHING, EVER and were burning stuff just for the hell of it, it was important to practice proper fire safety.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"So burn the shit one piece at a time." Drawing out the process, not such a bad thing unless there was one you really wanted to hide. "Get to watch it burn longer."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Good point." She seemed to have a lot of those.

Squall just stared at the fire, watching one of his ABANDONMENT ISSUES burn. It would probably be nice if the issues themselves burnt up, and not just the thing that was labeled as them. But if he cleared up his issues, would he still be himself? What was it that defined him as 'Squall'? And, if he became someone else, would he recognize himself? Would he like himself better?

...So, yeah, as far as Effy could see, he was just staring blankly at the fire.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy did that a lot herself. Usually without even having any real luggage to burn. Fire was good for the excessive brooding and emo.

... And for burning the crap that popped up. Like the tote bag of 'substance abuse to hide problems'. Which quickly joined his trunk on the fire.

"So. Living with you, huh?" See her make small talk while watching personal issues go up in smoke. And ignoring them. Firmly.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

A building, blazing campfire on her way out to meet more boys was kind of hard to notice. Ariel brightened even more, smirking as she bounced up with a clear expression of are we burning things? and applauding it if that were the case. Burning things was kind of becoming one of her favorite games. She loved watching a fire and how it...what was that word...?

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Burns?

Well, then Ariel and Effy had more than one thing in common. Effy raised an eyebrow at the enthusiasm, though, indicating the fire with a hand. Totally welcome to join in if she wanted to. Free for all issue burning, here at Zombie cabin.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

The raised brow just got another bright smile and Ariel took stock of what exactly was being burned. The charred remains of luggage made it pretty clear that this was not only fun, it was also functional in control clutter. It was always a little sad to think of destroying a very nice human item, but there were tons of human items in a human world. They could spare a few for the fire, right?

She took a moment to consider what of her own baggage clutter she'd be willing to part with.

Well, that was easy. Ariel dashed into the cabin and then emerged again holding the ugly grey CURSED bag. A nice little wind-up and she released it and whooooosh! Into the fire it went!

Now if only her actual curse was that easy to get rid of!

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, that was an interesting one, it had to be said. Ariel seemed perky nonetheless, though, and Effy could appreciate the fun in seeing things go up in flames, so quirked a bit of a grin.

"Make you feel good?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Well, duh. Ariel gave the other girl a smirk that made it clear that, in her experience, lighting things on fire was always fun. True, her experience included one other such occasion and it involved a cute boy, which helped immensely, but it didn't change the fact that Ariel had never not had fun burning things.

She hitched her thumb over her shoulder toward the cabin, and then held out her hands to indicate the size and heft of the Daddy trunk, which she'd also like to throw in, but she couldn't do it alone.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Bigger the better." Well, that was Effy's opinion. Her biggest trunk full of issues regarding her brothers accident however, she wasn't touching.

Did get up and tip her head towards the cabin. "Come on then." She could be helpful. Just don't tell anyone.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Hooray! Ariel was pleased as porpoises to have the help, because, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that, yeah, the Daddy trunk definitely had to go. She gestured for the other girl to follow her into the cabin to Ariel's alcove, where she shoved aside a pretty impressive amount of duffel bags and cleared out the great steamer trunk. Once a path was cleared, she gave the girl a slightly apologetic smile, as if to apologize for how heavy she know it would be.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Considering the number Effy'd had popping up, this little sea of bags didn't seem too awful.

She didn't however have anything of quite that size in her collection. "Don't do anything by halves, do you?"