Paranoid Parrot Campfire, Saturday Afternoon

[forhisfriends.livejournal.com]

Simon didn't mind the cold. Being a pale Englishman, he actually much preferred it to the summer heat he knew they should have been having on the island. And it wasn't just that: the cold also cleared his head. Which really needed clearing, after he'd spent half the day trying to calculate just how much slower time was going back where he was from. It seemed that even though he made calls to England at regular intervals, every time less and less time had passed over there between his calls.

It was a little troubling. He tried telling himself that at least it was probably better this way around: had time been going faster there, he would've run the risk of missing something important. This way, he'd have more time to react to whatever might happen. He could be there in an instant, from their point of view.

That's what he kept telling himself to stop worrying. But, he needed distractions. So he was out. Roasting marshmallows. Occasionally chewing on his lip as he got lost in his thoughts without meaning to.

He'd burned a few marshmallows that way, too.

[ooc: Open!]

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[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie had been running a few errands today, so she found Simon outside on the way back to her cabin. "Isn't it a little cold to be outside when you don't have to be?" she checked.

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"It's not that cold," Simon replied, glancing over at her with a quick smile that was barely anything more than a little twitch of his lips. "I... I like it."

And he was kind of bundled up in winter clothes, so that helped.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"And I guess if you're going to be outside, around a campfire is a good place to be..." she said, now considering whether it might be warmer there than inside.

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Simon thought it was probably warmer inside, but he kind of enjoyed the cold mixed with the warmth from the fire.

"I have marshmallows," he said, by way of vague invitation.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Well I guess I can stay for a marshmallow," she said, taking a seat. "I haven't made it out to a lot of campfires for some reason."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

Dave wasn't letting the cold bother him. He was from Wisconsin, after all, and as long as he stayed on the island it was practically October. Or April. Or pretty much any month in between, they all had cold and snow. But that wasn't going to stop him from going by a fire to keep a little warmer, especially if there were people around it.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Dave said. "Oh, having marshmallows?" Yes, Dave. That part was pretty obvious.

[forhisfriends.livejournal.com]

"I haven't, either," he replied, as he offered her the bag of marshmallows, and a stick. "I don't think a lot of people have. Too cold for them."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

She took the stick and a marshmallow, wondering, "You don't know if this place moves all the time, do you? Because if we're in someplace tropical in December, I'm not going to know what to do with real seasons anymore."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I think we're faking that it's summer," Annie greeted him. From beside the campfire in winter clothes.

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"Yes," Simon replied, because they were, and he was like that. "You can have some. If you'd like."

[forhisfriends.livejournal.com]

"It hasn't been stationary since I came here," Simon offered. "It's... weird." You can say that again, Simon. In fact, you most likely will. "I don't think it likes normal rules much."

[necroslacker]

Sam hadn't done much this week. With the snow and the cold, it'd just felt like a week to stay inside and drink way too much hot chocolate and eat too much food.

By Saturday, he was feeling restless enough to bundle himself up and try to find a fire. He considered himself pretty damn fortunate to find both a fire and a fire with people around it.

"Looks like I'm not the only one that doesn't wanna stay cooped up in my cabin," he said by way of greeting. "Gets suffocating in there."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Just remember, it is summer. Even if it really doesn't feel like it," Dave said. "Just ignore that second part."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I kind of figured that out when people started turning into animals they weren't supposed to turn into," Annie conceded. "When did you get here?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying. Hence the marshmallows," she explained, while trying not to set hers on fire.

[forhisfriends.livejournal.com]

"The alcoves are a little small," Simon agreed. Not that that was really why he'd come out. "Would you like marshmallows?"

Those seemed to be working well in this meeting new people thing.

[forhisfriends.livejournal.com]

"It was the beginning of summer here." And almost early fall back home. He paused for a bit, then asked, "When did you?"

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Oh, thanks, I'd appreciate that," Dave said. "Anything to help with the cold even a little, right?"

[necroslacker]

"No thanks," Sam decided, sitting down on one of the logs and rubbing his hands together. "I had about fifty marshmallows in the hot chocolate I drank this morning. I think my blood's going to congeal and turn into a marshmallow if I'm not careful."

[forhisfriends.livejournal.com]

"I don't think that's possible."

... The meeting new people thing? Also still made Simon a little nervous. Which in turn made him a little literal, apparently. He caught that himself, and looked down with an embarrassed little smile and amended, "It sounds like it would be unpleasant."

[forhisfriends.livejournal.com]

Simon nodded, and gestured a little at the bag of marshmallows, and the sticks. "We should consider hot chocolate, too."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Is it working?" Dave asked.

[necroslacker]

"Let's hope it's not possible," Sam said, rolling with that easily. "I think I'd manage to survive for about five seconds before the lack of blood would kill me. Not a fun way to go."

He glanced over at Simon and let the regular colors of a human wash over him. Nothing extraordinary about the other guy that he could make out. His sight didn't pick up everything.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Well, it would go great with the marshmallows. DO you have anything for making it?" Dave asked.

[necroslacker]

"What's up, cabinmate?" Sam asked, greeting her with a brief wave. "Ventured out into the arctic tundra today?"