Site 1: Anniversary

[killtheanimals]

[Word spreads among those who are still on Site 1: there are fireworks. Why? Because, that's why.

The fact that it's the anniversary of camp probably has nothing to do with it. Probably.

Anyway, if people do show up to the yard, there's indeed fireworks. Firecrackers, smoke bombs, fountain fireworks, sparklers, bang snaps, roman candles, and aerial repeaters.

The ground has also been dampened, thanks to a certain seawyrm. Do try not to cause any fires, everyone.]

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[killtheanimals]

[Mitsuru's got a sparkler.

Well, just for now. He seems to be amusing himself by tracing shapes in the air for now. It's not the most interesting of fireworks by far, but...

There's something nostalgic about it. Nostalgic enough to play with before he gets to anything big.]

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta and Drew are keeping themselves entertained, moving pretty quickly up the ranks of explosives from a sparkler or two to some of the bigger fireworks. They'll shoot off a few even bigger explosions later, because what's the point of having flashy alien powers if you aren't going to crochet fireworks?

Also they brought snacks.]

[finalguard]

a) the prompt with potential discussion of dropped characters who were CR relevant

[ Celebrating the anniversary of their death trap experience is a little odd, but at the same time... They're celebrating a year of being alive, despite the odds, despite everything. A year since meeting, too. Boa can't quite remember what it was like to not have these people in his life who mean absolutely everything to him.

That day one year ago, waking up in the camp cabin, he'd cared about nothing and nobody. What had he been living for? It's difficult to understand, looking back.

In a calmer moment, as they are sitting together as a small group, Boa actually has to bring up something sincere. ]

.... the weird part is, I miss it sometimes. The place, the... the people... I used to think the Snake Pit is what made me, but that's not really true anymore, huh?

b) the prompt where we ignore all that

[ Fireworks are nostalgic in their own way. That evening had been one of the best he'd ever had, so shortly before he was brutally executed by his fellow campers. He cherishes the memory even despite it.

Also, fireworks are really cool. Having a metal arm also means less chance of actually burning yourself, so Boa is going to go all out on being 12 and playing with things that go boom. He's grinning widely as the colorful explosions take off into the evening sky. ]

[lovecolored]

[ If you think Marisa hasn't found out about this despite being in another dimension you really don't know her as well as you thought.

Handwaving that some sort of screen has been set up for her (and poor Gonta) to video call from, Marisa's out on the shop's back porch, setting off her own fireworks--the shooty shooty bullet kind, because those make less noise. ]

Hey, it's been a year since then, right? No one's seen hide or hair of that fuckin' moose, have they?