The Deck [Friday, Evening]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

It was that time of year again. One of Effy's favourites, in fact. Who didn't love a cultural excuse to sit in the dark, set shit alight and just sit and watch it burn? Not having fireworks wasn't too big a deal, really. Could still come out and play with flames. That was better than nothing.

So far, she'd not had much trouble with today. That creepy little song she'd broke into earlier? She was stubbornly calling it a fluke.

... And in no way thinking about it too hard while she stared into the fire in the pit front of her.

[[Open, as these things are!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Amazingly, Alex remembered this day from last year so he wasn't all that surprised to find Effy outside with her best friends: things that got lit on fire.

"Gonna burn shit down this year?" he asked, oblivious to the singing for the moment.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy glanced over her shoulder, curling a little smile. "Only little things."

"Trying to be a good girl." Small scale pyrotechnics this year.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Did you really just say you were trying to be good?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's scary."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Why?" She could be good. Maybe.

... The mostly sarcastic thought was there.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever wanted to be good?" Alex wondered curiously. "Why start now?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged. "It's a nice night," she noted, ignoring him for a moment to watch the sparks flying off the fire. "Maybe it inspired me."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Wow, I feel like I don't even know you anymore," Alex said, half serious. "You've changed so much."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm just not burning the dorms down," she pointed out. "On the scale of good--" Effy indicated a level around a foot off the ground.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I believe that when I see it," he joked, flopping down in one of the seats and sighing. "I remembered what day it was. Proud of me?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Very. Must've stuck it in there good." Or she was an awesome educator when it came to this particular tradition. Pretending the latter.

"Come out here to celebrate with me?" What Effy was doing possibly didn't really count as celebration, it was a little too dissociated from cheer for that. But she was out here... honoring the holiday.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I came out to see you," Alex said, shrugging lazily. "I don't know if what I'm doing counts as celebrating. I'm more of an observer. You're better at this holiday than I am."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

There wasn't really much to it. But what there was, she liked. "Full of the flattery tonight." Between the easy admission he came out here to see her, and telling her she was good at this.

Pretty impressive for Alex.

"In a good mood or something?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex shrugged. Halfway decent mood yeah but he wouldn't call it good. And he would have gladly told her that if he hadn't done something far more embarrassing before that.

"I've been to Egypt, I've been to Rome
I was a young man when I left my home
Looking for something I couldn't find
Now I'm back where I started, it was here all the time."

Alex groaned and thumped his head back against the seat of the chair.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Throughout the day, Leda seemed to have run the gamut in terms of repertoire. She was largely ignoring it. Though she hadn't realized she knew that many songs. Some Green Day, some Pink, some Rent, hell even a bit of Avril and Taylor had worked their way in there.

Now she'd like to relax and enjoy a fire.

"Hey."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy lifted her head in a sort of greeting, and twitched a bit of a smile. "Alright, Leda?"

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." she decided. All things considered, life weren't too bad at the moment. "You?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

First a shrug, then Effy added, "Suppose I can't complain." Well, neither she nor anyone she knew hadn't almost died lately; little voices in her head were dulled to a murmur for the most part... Comparative contentment.

"Been quiet. I'm just... enjoying it." Doubtful it'd last.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"It is nice. Relaxing." Leda nodded. She wasn't averse to some excitement usually, but it was nice to take a break.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"In some ways." The quiet itself was relaxing, but-- "Sort of leaves you wondering if it's calm before a storm." Around here, that seemed to be the way it went, and Effy was somewhat of a pessimist.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Well I'd be worried if nothing was going on. But,

Don't, stop, thinkin' about tomorrow.
Don't stop, it'll soon be here."

She cleared her throat, and waited to see if anything else was coming. But that appeared to be all of that song she knew or something.

"But there's that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It'll be better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone." Effy finished for her.

Then she pulled a face. There was that, yes. She was not impressed, no.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"I've done better today. One time I actually had an invisible choir backing me up. Possibly a full orchestra too but I wasn't listening closely enough to tell for sure." Leda said wryly.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy huffed a sort of laugh, and shook her head. "Apparently, more of a solo act here." Actually grateful for that right now.

"How much have you done?"

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Let's see, three or four full songs, and a bunch of little snippets like what we just did."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Suddenly, kind of grateful for her one little outburst.

"Making me wish I kept duct tape." For herself, not Leda.