What's a beach without a bonfire? (OPEN)

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

Pyro was a very busy... pyro.

As soon as he was cut loose from Stacy, he made a bee line for the nearest grocery store. Or whatever the heck passed as a grocery store on this freakyweird alien planet. A chunk of his 'allowance' went towards the following:

-Charcoal
-Matches
-Drinks
-Graham crackers
-Marshmallows
-Chocolate bars
-Kabob skewers
-Ice
-A couple of cheap plastic coolers

After that, he could be found at the nearest shore, gathering as many chunks of dry driftwood he could find and piling them near his coolers of food and drinks. As night fell, he put his master plan into motion. He dug out a nice big hole in the sand with both hands, into which he dumped all the coal. He lit a few matches and tossed them into the pit, and once a nice trail of blue smoke began to rise, he started to arrange the driftwood on top. Each piece was placed quickly but carefully, and almost artistically, like he was assembling a sculpture. It almost seemed a shame that it was all going to go up in flames.

He sat back and watched the fire rise as the sun set. Only once it was roaring did he budge from the spot, and it was only to reach into his supplies for a skewer and a marshmallow. Then he sat back down and started toasting. And whistled a tune to himself.

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[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

REAL SMORES! Chocolatey senses are a go!

Xander was definitely there, and already helping himself to the bag of marshmallows.

"Great idea, buddy. You don't mind do you? Been ages since I've had the real thing. Sensoriums don't do these justice at all."

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

Well, Pyro couldn't eat all of this stuff by himself, now could he? He nodded and handed the newcomer a skewer to make things easier.

"Sensoriums, huh?" He said through his mask. He's heard that word tossed around on the ship, but he hadn't actually found the place yet.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander accepted the skewer, and happily went about roasting a marshmallow.

"Yeah, you're from the ship too right? Uh if you know about the holodeck, it's a lot like that."

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

The holodeck? No way. There was a holodeck on the ship.

"...Like in Star Trek?" He was so taken aback about the idea of a real life holodeck that he didn't notice his current marshmallow catch fire.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, uh did you want the charcoal special for your Smores?" Xander gestured to the flaming sweet treat now. "Yeah, a lot like it, uh they just use the ideas from your head for it to make it seem real. Can even eat there so the slop doesn't taste like slop."

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

The Pyro did a double-take at his flaming marshmallow. He waved it frantically until the fire went out. "...Meant to do that."

Fortunately, he didn't mind the taste of burnt marshmallow. He jabbed the other end of the skewer into the sand and went about gathering the other ingredients for a s'more. He also pulled his mask off a bit.

"Well, hell," He said, his voice now much clearer. "May as well eat all my meals in there. Might get a decent sandwich for once."

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

"Hey at least we can stock up on real food here for a while."

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, good idea." Pyro was used to bad food (nobody on the team could cook. Nobody.), but he hadn't even been on the ship for a month and he was already sick of that slop. "So what's your story, pal? How long you been stuck there?"

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander thought about it, "I dunno, hard to say, maybe a year and half? I know I was with the first group to wake up. Back then Stacy wasn't nearly as cool and friendly like she is now. She was ok, but she got a lot better after the zombies and pirates attacked us."

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

"Zombies. And pirates." The Pyro repeated. "You know, every time I hear more about the ship it just gets crazier and crazier. A year and a half, though? Damn. Guess we're in it for the long haul."

He sounded ever so slightly forlorn about that last part. Stuck on some weird spaceship without anyone or anything remotely familiar (well, except for Scout), for an unknown duration? Man, that was heavy.

He silently started roasting another marshmallow.

[prodigalknight.livejournal.com]

Lacking her lightsabers, Revan had opted for something rather simple, summer dress (http://www.female-fashion.co.uk/images/50-dresses/pepe-colour-block-casual-dress.jpg). The fire on the beach had caught her attention and she walked over, only to discover a familair person.

"Why am I not surprised?" She sat down and looked out at the waves.

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

Pyro glanced around for the source of the voice, his soulless gas mask eyeholes finally resting on Revan. It's a small vacation planet, after all! That was one short dress she had on, too. He voiced his approval with a wolf-whistle.

Classy, Pyro. Classy.