Not gonna do lyrics this time.

[attheclocktower]

Characters:  A bunch of the keyderps and Nobodies and some.
Setting: Spring Floor!
Format: Go wild. |D
Summary: The temperature keeps dropping, and with the power going on and off it's getting pretty cold. After a couple of good suggestions on her network post, Xion decides to try a group bonfire. More people come than she expects.
Warnings: It's a bunch of cold people huddling around a campfire. Probably not going to be much more than PG

[The fire is set a little ways away from the stairs, on a patch of clearer ground. There's a pile of wood nearby, riskily portaled up from the forest floor. But there's enough there to keep the fire going for a few hours at least.

It's not a roaring bonfire or anything, but it should be enough to keep anyone there warmer, at least.]

[[ooc; have at you guys! Tag, tag each other, threadjack, etc. In other words, GO FORTH AND MINGLE.]]

Comments

[lethechained]

[No response can sometimes be quite telling, but if she's got an idea that it's him, she's letting him off the hook at that.]

Sure.

[It takes a little maneuvering with those blankets, but she manages to sit herself down next to him.]

[justabignobody]

[Well, it's not like they are new to the I-know-that-you-know-I-know-something-you-know-but-will-keep-on-pretending-I-don't-game.

His lips twitch up as he watches her settle - she does look pretty funny with all those blankets around her kind of like an onion maybe - but doesn't comment.]

[lethechained]

[Nope. They're practiced enough to get the job done.]

[He doesn't need to; she caught sight of that little twitch. She doesn't comment, either, but he gets a more firm smile from under those blankets. One of the corners of said blankets has ended up flopped over her forehead and she peers up at it, eyes almost crossed before she wriggles an arm out of her cocoon and nudges the corner into a less distracting position.]

[justabignobody]

[That they are.

The twitch turns into a full smile again as he watches her fight with her blankets. His eyes are closed beneath the cloth of the blindfold as he relaxes even more, quiet in his joy and maybe slight disbelieve of having so many people close, so many that he knows to be allies and/or friends. It's nice.]

[lethechained]

[It's a fight she's not at all distressed to be participating in, and she seems to be winning. It doesn't take her too long to sort things out, so when she looks back at him and sees that smile, well, her own expression softens. It's a relief for her, too, just to see him more relaxed, to see him happy, even if it's only for a moment. There's a profound joy in this situation for her, too, something she's not sure she could put words to - so many of the people from home that she cares for the most are here, even if not all of them are the way she remembers them. That's alright with her. She never thought she'd have the chance to be somewhere like this, still herself but not alone, and she'll gladly take what she can get.]