barbecue.

[lostcompany]

[Night, and a campfire outside of town, in the lightly forested scrubland of the Neloi Flats. A good rendezvous point for a ragtag bunch of abductees; a point of interest for any stragglers, where fellow otherworlders can be found.

Just follow the smell of cooking meat. There's...there's a lot of it.

And while you're all feeding yourselves, there's a lot to talk about. For instance: who the fuck were the people that brought everyone here? What did they want? Who's interested in finding a way back home, and what's the best way to tackle that question? Where will everyone stay? How will everyone get along in this place?

All that and more, at the campfire.]



[[ooc: Meant to be a rapid-fire IC conversation kind of post, with rampant threadjacking, but do as ye will! Proper toplevels are welcome, as are new characters.]]

Comments

[photoshooter]

[He kneels down and begins by opening the bag of marshmallows.]

Well, these guys melt over heat, soooo I don't think so? It might get kind of messy, but that's what handkerchiefs are for.

[He has clean sticks all prepared and ready. He has been WAITING for THIS. MOMENT. He skewers the first marshmallow neatly onto the end and presents it to Reira.]

My lady. Would you care to do the honors?

[He gestures towards the fire.]

[soft_focus]

[WAITWHAT-] I have to hold it? [She gets the melty responsibility?!

She's not refusing, mind; she'll take the skewer, sure, but.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat-]

[photoshooter]

It's more fun that way, isn't it? Though I can handle it if you're nervous about the fire.

[That's right, she's little...]

[soft_focus]

...I'm not.

[A pause.] ...It's other people that get nervous.

[Ok that's fair.]

[photoshooter]

As long as you promise not to set yourself or anyone else on fire, I think you can handle it.

[He offers her a confident thumbs-up. Seven-year-olds can handle a little s'more-making, he's totally sure about this.]

[soft_focus]

[Well she's pretty confident in that.] I can handle it. [Toasting a marshmallow should definitely not set anyone on fire.

Especially if she doesn't set the marshmallow on fire.

pleasedon'tsetonfiremarshmallow]

[photoshooter]

That's the spirit. Here, I'm gonna make one, too.

[He puts a marshmallow on another stick and holds it over the fire so she can see how it's done.]

You wanna wait until it's sort of golden brown, but not burnt--you can turn it so it cooks evenly. See?

[soft_focus]

Mnh... [Turning it...and...she can sort of make out the colour of the marshmallow if she squints?

Ok she's not having as easy a time as she thought, uh.]

[photoshooter]

[He watches her more than he watches his own marshmallow, and he leans over to point at hers.]

You can take it back out of the fire to check on it, t--oh, crap!

[There goes Prompto's marshmallow up in flame. He jerks it out of the fire, laughing, and blows it out. Poff.]

Hahaha, whoops. Welp, do as I say and not as I do, right?

[soft_focus]

Hah-! [Do as he says ind-]

HAHH-! [WHOOPS AND NOW HER OWN IS GETTING YANKED OUT-

Fortunately it was just smoking, but...] ....It's safe. [She totally didn't panic shush.]

[photoshooter]

Nice work! Okay, now we use the other ingredients to make a sandwich.

[Quick as a flash, he abandons his own blackened marshmallow to stack one cracker and a piece of chocolate in one hand and ready the second cracker in the other.]

Ready to put the marshmallow in there? You can use your fingers.

when u remember the have not been doing laundry

[soft_focus]

[She was about to ask if the chocolate was going to be the 'bread' for that or not, when Prompto started on his own. She figured that answered it. Graham cracker, then chocolate, then marshmallow...she frowns as the mallow goop gets stuck on her (now fairly filthy) glove. Blaaaaah...]

Prompto has been on an n-month long road trip with only dudes, so... what's laundry

[photoshooter]

[He winces sympathetically, but doesn't tell her to stop.]

Many fingers make for good lickin', right?

[That is not the least bit any kind of real saying, Prompto, what are you teaching this child--]

prompto thats no way to be a good influence

[soft_focus]

[Well, could be worse. Could be burning. She refuses to take this glove off, mess be damned, so eventually she manages to get the sandwich made and unstuck all at once. Now...

The moment of truth! She takes one bite, and....]

Mmmn!!!

[Holysh]

....s good!!!

[Excuse her while she wolf's this down.]

He never promised anyone in his life he'd be a GOOD influence

[photoshooter]

[Prompto swears he can feel his battered heart swell three sizes. This right here is the proudest moment of twenty entire years of life.]

Right?

[He offers her the bag of marshmallows.]

You can have as many as you want. Though if you don't want to get sick, I wouldn't try eating moooore thaaan... seven.

[pROMPTO.]

FFFFFFFFFF

[soft_focus]

[It's so goooood.... ...She'll take the marshmallow once she's done this smore, but she does eye it, at the le-] ....

That many...?

[THAT'S A LOT]

[photoshooter]

[The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math.]

Definitely no more than that.

[soft_focus]

It already seems like a lot...

[photoshooter]

Well, I guess you are kinda small, so... five, then?

[soft_focus]

And if I can finish that I can have seven?

[REIRA NO]

[photoshooter]

[He holds up seven fingers.]

Seven total! Not seven more plus the first five. That's fair, right?

[soft_focus]

....That's what I meant. [It's totally what she meant, don't worry.

totally.]