Fandom High Dormitories

So, despite yesterday being...a little disappointing with the lack of traffic at the store, being conked on the head with a magazine rack instead of being kissed, and then that whole thing where she couldn't stop jumping in fright whenever anyone said anything after the boat trip in class, Ariel had a new toy. And with a new toy, not even being paranoid that your father found out where you were and came to rein holy hell and retribution on humankind could stick around for too long. She'd had plenty of those since coming to land last month; it was virtually impossible to turn around and not find some new and fascinating item (or boy, for that matter) to enrapture her attentions. But this toy was different; this beat all those others right out of the water. This one was a cell phone.

She certainly hadn't made enough money at the clothing shop to have afforded it quite yet, but, through some heavy-hearted bargaining and a whole lot of pouting and looking cute, she'd managed to sell some of her treasures, reasoning to herself all the while that texting made it worth it. Texting, which could be the solution to all her vocal problems. Texting, which Ursula the sea witch probably never would have imagined possible when she took Ariel's voice.

Texting. She was starting to love the word. Especially since the phone company had paired it with the word unlimited.

Of course, the problem with a new phone was that she needed new numbers to put into it so that she could text. But, intrepid treasure hunter and shameless klepto that she was, it wasn't difficult at all for her to track down a sort of school directory with just some of that information available to her. No, she didn't know who most of these people were, but that just meant she'd have to get to know them, right?

After a while, sitting outside to enjoy the fresh air and hoping it didn't rain (got that, forecast?), she was getting really good at entering this stuff in. She could probably be texting in her sleep in no time! It was turning out to be a very, very good day.

[[ open campfire is open! ]]

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! ]]