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[abjurer]

Who: Anyone and everyone
What: Guy Fawkes/Bonfire Night celebration
When: The evening of November 5th, of course
Where: Out in a conveniently clear patch of land outside the village where nothing will set on fire.
Summary: November 5th is Bonfire Night for all of those of British origin and for anyone else, well, fireworks and a bonfire and good food can't exactly hurt right?
Rating: PG



It had taken a fair amount of work to get this set up, but by the time people arrive, there's a large bonfire roaring in a cleared out area and a table of food and drink set out for anyone feeling a bit peckish. He has gone all out; pork pies and mushy peas,
parkin, bonfire toffee, all of these are set out along with whatever else he thought people might enjoy. There are also drinks of all kinds, from juice to mulled wine and beer.

Of course, the main event is the fireworks, which are let off once everyone has arrived and settled down to watch them.

Comments

[luckynumberthree]

Simon gave a huff of laughter at that, shaking his head. "No, we don't eat the sticks. We use them for this." He plucked the marshmallow from her fingers and pierced it onto the sharpened end of the stick before holding it out to her and doing the same with his own stick. "It keeps us from burning our fingers. Now, there's a trick to this. You want to hold it over the fire so it gets warm and gooey, but if you get it too close it gets too hot and melts off or it catches on fire and no one wants that. Unless they have no taste buds. Which you do. So you want it right about... here," he instructs her, holding his own over the dancing flames of the bonfire so she can see how to do it.

[scootch]

Hmmm. She can do that, she's cooked her share of meals while on the road and on her own. She accepts the stick, crouching by the fire and hovering the marshmallow above the flames as instructed. It doesn't take long to start getting softer, browning up along the bottom until she turns it. "So people do this for fun?"

[luckynumberthree]

"Partly. It's a camping food, in America. Other places too, probably. I had a friend that got me hooked on 'em, back before the zoms. Although I suppose camping doesn't exactly hold the same kind of allure anymore where you're from either."

[scootch]

Zoms. She'll never get used to that name. Makes them sound silly, cute, even, instead of scary and face-eating. "...Not so much. No one's stupid enough to sleep outside of the quarantine zone unless it's in a safe shelter, and lighting a fire in the wild? You might as well fall on it and cook yourself up for when the Clickers come running."

[luckynumberthree]

"Clickers?" Simon asked, glancing over at her curiously, because he hasn't heard a whole lot of different names for the undead yet. Sure they had their own - the Shamblers, the Crawlers, the Fast Zoms, the Kid Zoms... those were always the worst.

WHY DOES GMAIL HATE THE NOTIFS FOR THIS THREAD

[scootch]

"Yeah, um. They're a weird kind of infected that..." She lifts her free hand to gesture dramatically around her head, creating an additional shape around it. "They kind of look like they have this big, ugly skin flower opening up on their face. It covers up their eyes, so they can't see anymore- they track people down by sound. Like bats? So they click."

She makes a couple of mock-clicking noises, an attempt at imitating the sound. It's not perfect, but it gives the general idea.

"If the wood making those snapping sounds didn't draw them over, all these people talking definitely would do it."

it has a vendetta against you, clearly

[luckynumberthree]

Simon blinks, then makes a face of disgust. "And I thought the fact that they were dead was bad enough. You mean yours mutated into freaky dead mutant things?" He's definitely the most gifted at descriptions. "I think I prefer just the regular dead ones, thanks. Although yeah, ours are drawn by sound, too."

it really does

[scootch]

"That's not even the worst. The Bloaters? They're huge and fat and covered in armor, and they spit acid. You can shoot 'em a hundred times and they still won't die. The only way to take them down fast is with fire."

She's only had one encounter with a Bloater so far, but that was enough. Ugh.

maybe the zombies ate them?

[luckynumberthree]

"You're pulling my leg," he shot back, staring at her for a moment before grimacing. "That's just wrong."

He tugged his marshmallows out of the fire to inspect them and they were just about perfect. "Here, haul yours in, they should be done."

I hate zombies

[scootch]

"Oh, okay." Ellie's more than happy to change the conversation topic off of the monsters from back home, yep. She pulls her marshmallow out of the fire, giving it a couple of taps and blowing on it to get some of the heat off. "Wow, it's all hard now. Is it supposed to look like that?"

But they like you! :D

[luckynumberthree]

"Yup," Simon answered, tugging out a graham cracker and a half a bar of chocolate. "Alright, so here's how you make a s'more. It's like a sandwich. Put your marshmallow here between the chocolate and the crackers go on the outside. There you go," he added, walking her through it. "Tug the stick out and ta-da! You have a s'more."

He presented it to her with a flourish and a grin. "Try it out. What do you think?"

they like me in their stupid zombie faces

[scootch]

She watches, oddly fascinated, and when he offers it out to her, she accepts it with a smile. It's the tastiest looking sandwich she's ever seen, but she might be biased because of her newly-discovered love of chocolate things. It's warm and sticky and the melted chocolate is getting all over her fingers, so rather than let it all dribble out, she goes ahead and takes a big bite. Pauses. Chews thoughtfully.

Her eyes are enormous, and she has chocolate on her teeth when she grins. "Oh my god...!"

well yes. they ARE zombies. I'm sure you look very tasty.

[luckynumberthree]

Simon just starts laughing at her expression as he puts his own sandwich together.

"Told you."

g r o s s

[scootch]

"I promise I'll never doubt you again."

She might not keep that promise later, but she's sincere enough at the moment as she takes another bite. God. God. And she thought chocolate was amazing in solid form. When it's all warm and gooey and melted into the marshmallow- hrngh. She's never made noises like this before, especially not over food.