paradisa | Bonfire of the bored (Dictated/Action)

[Church loves to stand around and bitch about the cold as much as the next guy...but frankly he's starting to get sick of hearing almost nothing but people complaining about the cold. It's time to do something about it. So now he's outside gathering whatever wood he can find from the surrounding woods and stacking it in
a massive pile. He's pretty sure he has it far enough from the castle so it won't melt.

He has "mini-Harper" riding along with him and trying to figure out how to drink his coke. Seriously, bears handing out drinks?]

Hey Paradisa! Time to show the cold who's boss.

I don't know about the rest of you, but where I'm from, a bonfire is a perfect way to celebrate the season.

And frankly the bored red-necks would take any opportunity to set a fire... but that's beside the point.

Anyway, if anyone wants to help just look for the stack of wood outside... I could use some gasoline.
It's like the traditional offering to the red-neck bonfire gods or something.

You said you worked in a hotel right... Would you be willing to help? I suck at hosting things.

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Yeah well ... it's the principle of the thing.

[She flails about for a couple moments, then finally settles down to let it burn off and look at the charred gooey mess it left behind.]

Besides, you could have hit me in the face. [Obviously she doesn't know how bad a shot Church is yet.]

Funny... I think that's what I said about the kiss.

Aren't you Freelancers supposed to have crazy reflexes?

Not that I was aiming for your face anyway... I'm an asshole not a total douchebag.

Okay, fine, we're even.

[She grabs some snow and tries to rub it on the soiled armor piece to get the burnt mallow gunk off of it.] So I'm a little out of practice, sue me.

Kissing... it shows.

[He half suppresses a chuckle and puts a fresh marshmallow on his stick. He figures that is the better/safer dig over calling her soft.]

[She pulls one of her half-oozy marshmallows from her own stick and lobs it at him.]

What would you know, I just kissed your damn helmet. Do you ever take that thing off?

[He tries to scramble out of the way but slips in the snow and the gooey mess hits him in the shoulder.]

Oh you sticky bitch...

[He picks the semi-solid part of the marshmallow off and flicks it into the fire.]

Yeah and it took me forever to get the lip smudge off my visor...

[trying to ignore the question about taking his helmet off]

[South goes back to attempting to make a s'more, smirking.]

See, you should try popping it off more often. I'm a lot better sucking face then sucking visor.

[He snorts and puts his marshmallow back in the fire.]

I'm not sure you'd want me to judge your suckage.

Oh, so you're going to admit I don't know how? Is that why you're keeping the helmet on?

No, I just think that all Freelancers suck on principle.

[He pulls his marshmallow out of the fire and assembles a smore]

Why does it matter that I'm keeping my helmet on?

I don't know, how do you plan to eat that without taking it off?

[he breaks a piece off for miniHarper and holds out the rest to her.]

I'm not hungry.

[She pauses a moment, then takes it, confused.]

If you're not hungry why'd you make one in the first place?

Because Harper can't make one for himself.

[points over to an inch or so tall Seamus Harper]

[South looks at him, and then scoffs.]

Just give him some mini marshmallows and graham cracker crumbs. There, problem solved.

[Shakes his head.]

And then what.. let him get close enough to the fire to ignite.

[South shrugs, taking a bite out of her s'more.]

Dunno, hadn't thought it out that far.

Guess I'm just used to it.
I was always having to plan around bullshit back at the gulch.

[South munched on her s'more while putting together a second.]

The gulch?

Blood Gulch... if anyplace could make Sidewinder look good, it was there. Seriously, the most ass end of space ever discovered.

[he pokes his stick into the bonfire, watching the sparks drift up into the night]

Well, someplace has to be the butt-end, right?

I guess so... I just wish I didn't always end up there.

What, you try to go AWOL or something?

And have them send one of you Freelancers after me... no thanks.

I mean... I realize that you'd probably kill me if the price was right and all... but I'd rather not deal with the hassle.

Besides, I'm kind of ok with where I was stationed before I came here.

It was... peaceful.

Yeah, you won't get peaceful here.

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