Garry (
roses_are_blue) wrote in
smash_logs2012-09-23 05:31 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- amitie (puyo puyo),
- aquenda/tauren (warcraft),
- blue (pokemon),
- bryony/flareon (pokemon),
- bulba/venusaur (pokemon),
- chell (portal),
- cress (pokemon),
- flint (mother),
- flurrie (mario),
- garrett (thief),
- garry (ib),
- izzy/zubat (pokemon),
- kanji tatsumi (persona 4),
- kieran/sawsbuck (pokemon),
- kumatora (mother),
- little mac (punch out),
- mary (ib),
- natural harmonia gropius (pokemon),
- noel vermillion (blazblue),
- rhys (fire emblem),
- skull kid (zelda),
- vianca/winged pikmin (pikmin),
- vinnie/venusaur (pokemon),
- watt (mario),
- wheatley (portal),
- x (megaman x)
Fall means campfires. Campfires mean getting fat off s'mores.
Who: YOU, and you, and you.
What: SMASH ACADEMY AUTUMN CAMPFIRE
Where: Courtyard
When: September 23rd, evening.
Warnings: S'mores. Everywhere.
Come and all, Smash. It's a beautiful afternoon that turned into evening eventually. A slight chill was there, but it was the pleasant fall chill.
Bring your potatoes, marshmallows, meats...whatever the hell you wanna roast. It's a campfire bros.
Since it was all Garry's idea, he was the first there and he brought many sweet potatoes and marshmallows as he said he would. He started raking (and he really sucks at it, he's a weakling. If you're there early, maybe you oughta help).
Once we had a huge pile, it was time to set ablaze. With Garry's lighter, running lower and lower on oil, he made sure there was a protective barrier to make sure the fire didn't spread (a ton of rocks, maybe you helped with that too) and then...tada! We have a campfire.
Eat, roast, chat. DO WHATEVER.
[Set a time(s) your dude of choice was there, and mingle, mingle, mingle! Garry will be floating around too.]
What: SMASH ACADEMY AUTUMN CAMPFIRE
Where: Courtyard
When: September 23rd, evening.
Warnings: S'mores. Everywhere.
Come and all, Smash. It's a beautiful afternoon that turned into evening eventually. A slight chill was there, but it was the pleasant fall chill.
Bring your potatoes, marshmallows, meats...whatever the hell you wanna roast. It's a campfire bros.
Since it was all Garry's idea, he was the first there and he brought many sweet potatoes and marshmallows as he said he would. He started raking (and he really sucks at it, he's a weakling. If you're there early, maybe you oughta help).
Once we had a huge pile, it was time to set ablaze. With Garry's lighter, running lower and lower on oil, he made sure there was a protective barrier to make sure the fire didn't spread (a ton of rocks, maybe you helped with that too) and then...tada! We have a campfire.
Eat, roast, chat. DO WHATEVER.
[Set a time(s) your dude of choice was there, and mingle, mingle, mingle! Garry will be floating around too.]
no subject
Anyway, Rhys is there to say hello to the both of them! Only he can't. He opened his mouth to say something but was immediately drowned out by another wave of robo-blabbering. He closed it and smiled self-consciously before just settling with a friendly wave.
"Umm. Quite the campfire, isn't it?" WHEATLEY...
no subject
She could readily identify the source of his conversational hesitations and glanced down at Wheatley. There was a slight furrow of her brow, and then she shrugged very slightly, looking back up at Rhys with a subtley apologetic seeming look.
"Yes it is," she replied softly, but who knows who even heard it. Maybe Rhys was good at reading lips.
no subject
...But it was hard, what with Wheatley prattling on and on and making such a racket that Rhys couldn't help but notice others directing their eyes toward the source of the bedlam. Maybe he should... oh, he didn't want to impose on his right to speak, but it was getting a bit excessive and something might be the matter with him. "E-excuse me," he tried, looking Wheatley in the eye. Or at least trying to.
no subject
"Hello!"
no subject
This conclusion might seem strange, but endless chatter to no one in particular to the point of being oblivious to one's surroundings does warrant a bit of concern.
no subject
The truth is, he most certainly was, but Wheatley was definitely not one to admit to such shortcomings.
"Outdoors is--is something that's a bit new to me. But exciting, innit? Never really thought of fire as something enjoyable."
no subject
no subject
Alas, poor Rhys. She would miss you.
no subject
If there was one thing Wheatley loved, it was people humoring him. His optic flashed brightly with excitement.
"Yes! I mean, don't get me wrong, the library is--the library is wonderful, but it is nice. To get out now and then."
no subject
no subject
"I hadn't been outside at all, before I got here."
no subject
no subject
Because that explained everything.