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Post by Shihab on Mar 6, 2011 22:45:05 GMT -5
Finally catching his breath, Shihab shook the ash off of his snack, which had fallen into the edges of the firepit, and took the first bite before cleared his throat. With an uncannily accurate imitation of Jean-Paul's voice, he quoted, "...and I'm here because my mother was an oak tree."
Still without meeting anyone's eyes, he shrugged and resumed eating his hot dog. "I meant that if she's mature enough to bear children, I would assume she's well over fifty years, whatever age that is relative to oak trees. And -- whatever you say, but I think you're far more likely to actually wither than I am, given our relative dispositions. And I'll have more fun with my paltry years, anyway."
Gulping down the last of the meat, and probably a sizable piece of the stick it was on, he leapt to his feet with a shower of white and red sparks, grinning. "I am! But not... er, like this. They're under the cooler."
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Post by Derek Galen Wright on Mar 7, 2011 10:00:11 GMT -5
Derek turned the marshmallow slightly. "Fireworks. Those are cool. Just, please... don't point them at me."
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Post by Jean-Paul de Chêne on Mar 7, 2011 15:52:21 GMT -5
"You act like you're explaining things, yet, when you finish, it makes less sense than ever." He yawned. It was getting more and more difficult to argue with Shihab, since all of Jean-Paul's cells were demanding to shut down because they had stopped photosynthesizing in the dark.
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Post by Shihab on Mar 7, 2011 23:33:44 GMT -5
Shihab raised an eyebrow. "You know, when most people can't follow someone's logic, they don't let on. Brave of you to just admit you can't keep up with me."
With that last barb, he stood up and walked over to the cooler, sliding the heavy thing to one side to reveal the probably-legal rockets and various implements hidden in the cavity beneath. "Hey, Damien! You want to help me set these up? I'm thinking next time, I'll build 'em myself, experiment with different components-- but this should do, for now." He grinned and tossed one of the smaller rockets from hand to hand, watching the other boy expectantly.
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Post by Mari Yamaneko on Mar 9, 2011 21:55:03 GMT -5
Mari was trying her hardest not to seem too giddy with all of this. This entire bonfire thing, it was almost like a dream come true. She was around people her own age, hearing them bicker about silly things and petty disagreements. She was eating extremely unhealthy cylinders of sugar and not worrying about rations or health. It felt... safe. Normal.
"C-can I watch?" She asked, looking at the boy with the fireworks. "Watch you set them up, I mean. I've never seen fireworks before..."
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Post by Shihab on Mar 11, 2011 20:50:53 GMT -5
Shihab grinned at her, nodding enthusiastically. "For sure! These here don't take much set-up, really. Just gotta make sure they're all standing up, all the fuses are connected, and-- whoosh!"
With a whooshing motion and a broad smile, he jumped to his feet with the armful of rockets and candles, and began setting them up, making sure they were all pointing upwards, and angled very slightly towards the sea, untangling and sorting the fuses, and so on.
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Mar 14, 2011 10:14:54 GMT -5
"Ah, I'll help, yah." Damien struggled to get up in his cumbersome clothing, and trudged off to Shibab to help with the rockets and other fireworks.
"Did you bring any bottles, dude? I don't want to put them in the sand like this. It's better if you dig bottles into the sand, and put the rockets in those, or long plastic tubes, so they can't fall over. Just putting them in the sand is dangerous."
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Post by Shihab on Apr 3, 2011 17:16:07 GMT -5
Shihab shrugged. "Nah, not this time. Maybe we can use the empty cans and bottles from drinks? There should be a couple in the bin, next to the cooler."
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