51st Inning

[freakinblur]

Scout is out on his lawn.

He has started a fire.

He is burning all those golf shirts and shorts.

Looks like things are back to normal!

He's got some lawn chairs, a cooler with some beer and he's roasting marshmallows over the bonfire, if you care to join him. He looks pretty satisfied with this set-up.

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[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Watching the fire next to him.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hey kiddo. Have a seat! Want a marshmallow?

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Sits next to him.]

Yes please.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Have a marshmallow tossed your way. There's a few sticks in a pile on the ground near her. Scout's already roasting one himself, with careful precision.]

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[She catches it and then starts to put one on a stick to roast.]

[hotfrombehind.livejournal.com]

[Pyro whistles.] Damn. That's real fucking nice, man.

[Runs his hand over the top of the flames, but avoids any sticks with marshmallows nearby.] I wish I could burn all the goddamn suits in my closet, but unlike you, I don't have my uniform. Where'd you fucking get that, anyway?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ya could still burn 'em, they'll just come back later. I guess these will too, but it sure makes me feel a lot better anyway.

I just pieced this back together while I been here from stuff in the stores. Still don't have my headset, though, but I got lotsa other stuff.

[hotfrombehind.livejournal.com]

They will? [His eyes light up.] And yeah, can understand that. Can understand that real well. Fire, a real damn good choice.

Ah. Well, fuck, can't just make a new suit out here where they don't have a need for an arsonist, eh? [He gropes at his face.] You got an easy uniform to do. Suppose I don't need my uniform exactly, but it's fucking weird walking around with my face all bare.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Don't get too excited there, pally.

I dunno, ya might be able ta make somethin' like it. Ask around. People here can make all kindsa crap. Maybe someone's got a gas mask layin' in their garage.

[reflames]

[She peeeeeers at him curiously after having wandered over from the smell of smoke.]

[Blink-blink.]

Where'd you get matches from?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[That's an odd question.]

Huh? Had some in the garage. Why?

[reflames]

Can't find any, myself.

[She puts her hand up to her chin, and ponders for a moment.]

I think they knew I would start burning things if I found them, so they hid them from me.

[She'll just be taking a seat in one of those lawn chairs.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Plannin' on burnin' the town down? Fat lotta good it'll do ya. It'll be back ta normal in a day or two.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Are you back to normal yet?

[Says the car sitting in the street.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Sideswipe.] Whattaya think?

I'd offer ya a beer, man, but what do I do? Pour it down tha radiator?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Just checking. You never know.

[He makes a disgusted sound, transforming.]

Have you ever seen what happens when you pour anything that isn't fuel into a car?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. One 'a my brothers did it once. Talk about a fuckin' mess!

[hatescats.livejournal.com]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Whoa there! [That's a little twisted even for this guy. That mouse is snatched out of her hand pretty fast.] The hell ya doin' that for?

[hatescats.livejournal.com]

...Fun?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ya got a weird idea of fun, kid. Why not roast a marshmallow instead? 'S probably tastier, anyway.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema walks up next to him, tosses an apron onto the flames, and has a seat next to him.]

One of those beers has my name on it, I hope?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Hands one right over.] Ya know it, sister.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[She opens it and takes a sip. She doesn't plan on getting drunk, but she could still use the drink.]

Hell of a weekend, wasn't it?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ya got that right. Christ. I ain't gotten droned in ages. Certainly didn't miss that feeling.