Fall means campfires. Campfires mean getting fat off s'mores.

[roses_are_blue]

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.]

Comments

[tenderhoof]

"A-- a student?! Truly?"

Wait, was this deer even sentient enough to be a student? She could understand if he was someone's animal companion, but...

Looking back at him... Maybe it would be better just to put him out of his misery, instead.

[burninghart]

This, admittedly, would have been a smart time to turn human. If, you know, Kieran had been practiced enough with the art of transformation to maintain his focus while totally panicking. Or had actually done the transformation itself at any point over the last few months.

Instead, he settled for flailing his back legs around ineffectually until he could get back onto his feet, at which point he stood behind Bulba, head down and trying his best to alternate between pointing his antlers toward Flint, Boney, and Aquenda all at once.

For those not versed in poglespeak, they were promptly treated to a lot of this deer saying "Sawsbuck" over and over. For those who were Bulba, it was a slightly more coherent narrative: "Bulba! Thank the Beloved! What in the world is going on here?! Why is everything burning? Tell the Bouffalant I'm not going to be hunted!" He bounced in place agitatedly, stomping hooves kicking up even more leaves. "Has the Realm of the Gods forgotten the forest completely? Bulba, this is crazy! I don't understand anything!"

[planking]

Flint grabbed Boney by his bandana and grumbled a low "siddown!". Th dog obliged by letting out a huff and laying down with his head between his paws. Jeez, Flint, you never let him do anything fun.

"All right, all right," Flint held up his hands in an attempt to appease the anxious deer. What is his life. "Let's everybody just calm down a little, all right?"

[rivalsweetscent]

"Yes," Bulba replied to Aquenda with a firm nod. He was a figure of poise and grace, he knew, but he was definitely a student. "He'd rather not be hunted. He's just alarmed its ok."

The human pokemon gave Flint an appreciative smile and nod before he turned to the deer himself.

"Shh, it's ok!" He tried to reassure him. A subtle sweetness mingled with the smell of the fire as Bulba reached out to smooth his hand across Kieran's neck. "Not everything is burning. Just the leaves the trees have already passed." Oh and some firewood but shh. "It won't harm you or the forest, I promise."

[tenderhoof]

"I-I won't hunt him, I promise!"

Man, so much for an awesome bonding experience and living out all those great bedtime stories. But if deer were out of the question, what did that mean for all the other animals in the area? She'd have to just buy everything from now on, wouldn't she? Sure, it was easier, but it felt so... cheapened...

Bah. City life.

"You can speak with him...? Please to tell him I'm very sorry, and, ah... The fire is a natural kind, so it is not bad. And not for cooking him."

Demonic fire, though. That was the kind to be afraid of.

[burningheart]

Natural. That fire was the biggest fire he'd seen how was everyone not freaking out dear lord. Fire was not something to take lightly. It answered to nothing but its own greedy hunger. How on earth was everyone so utterly calm about it?

Still, Kieran could at least see that he was the only one here throwing a fit. Bulba, the man with the peculiar growth on his head (it looked vaguely like a mushroom cap -- perhaps he was some sort of Breloom?), and the shaved Bouffalant were all doing their best to reassume him.

He... was maybe not being very winter-hearted right now.

His haunches were still quivering, and his neck was tense under Bulba's soothing hand, but the alarming smell of burning leaves now had a hint of floral sweetness fighting against it. Kieran stopped squirming and took in a deep breath. Let's see if he could still do this...

Poof. Where once was deer, there was now some naked guy. Who... immediately fell over yet again. It's been a while since he was bipedal, okay? "How are you all so okay with it?" He asked in sheer and utter amazement from down on the ground. "Don't you know how dangerous fire is?"

[rivalsweetscent]

Bulba had been offering Aquenda a reassuring smile as well. As long as metaphorical feathers weren't getting too ruffled anymore, things were fine. "It's all right. he can understand you too-- oh!"

DEER DOWN.

That got Bulba's attention back on the now-boy and he knelt down next to him to offer a steadying arm. As for the fire... Bulba glanced over at it. "It is dangerous," he conceded, as there was no way around that fact. He knew just how quickly things could burn around them.

"...But not all fire is bad. It can be quite nurturing if you let it. Right now it is bringing all sorts of people together and keeping them warm." He looked over at Aquenda and Flint. "I bet you guys tell stories and stuff around campfires too, right?"

Bulba maybe you should be worrying about the naked detail Bulba. Bulba... okay.