starcharter: (✭ attraction)
Ensign Pavel Andreievich Chekov ([personal profile] starcharter) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-11-28 12:34 am

Light 'em up

Characters: EVERYBODY
Date: sundown on November 29th to sunrise on November 30th
Location: A plaza in Earth
Situation: The population of Keeliai could use a little warmth. So Chekov set stuff on fire and invited everyone over.
Warnings/Rating: None, but please put something in your comment header if necessary.

On Wednesday, everyone received the following audio message (and text attachments in English and Russian) from (1) Pavel Chekov in their inboxes:

“Hello. I would like to invite you to a bonfire in Earth sector on Friday at sundown. Please feel free to bring friends.”


A plaza in Earth sector is buzzing with activity-- most of it from one young man. He spends the day lugging folding tables and pushing wheelbarrows of supplies into the plaza. As the day wears on, several entrepreneurial kedan set up stands. By sundown, the plaza is lit up with three large, roaring bonfires. Most of the ice and snow has melted away, leaving a few patches here and there in the furthest corners of the plaza. One patch a bit away from the fires is completely devoid of snow and ice-- it's a sort of dance floor or performance area. Some music is playing out of one of the upper windows of the buildings overlooking the plaza. It's varies from quick and frenzied to slow and soothing. Of course, anyone is welcome to claim the floor to perform a magic show or do a little singing of their own.

There's a hodgepodge of various folding tables set with the essentials: raw vegetables, the closest equivalent of marshmallows Chekov could find (next to the chocolate and graham cracker substitutes), and sausages. There are skewers and tongs lying around should anyone need them. He also brought a few jugs of water, which are refilled periodically. It's not much, but it's the best he could do with a limited budget and not a lot of time. The kedan have taken the opportunity to sell what Chekov couldn't bring-- hot beverages and food, blankets, scarves and gloves, and several other simple wares.

It's not a grand setup, but there are roaring bonfires, food, and good company.


(Posting this slightly early because of Thanksgiving chaos. Let me know if you have any questions)
washitaway: (what are these feelings)

[personal profile] washitaway 2013-11-30 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Never thought much on it, really," Booker admitted with a slight shrug. "Ideals don't put money in your pocket or food in your belly. Often as not, they can get you hurt. And they get twisted real easy."
wintershepherd: (civil)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-11-30 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Jack nods once, acknowledging the rebuff and choosing not to push the issue. "Those things are true."
washitaway: (what are these feelings)

[personal profile] washitaway 2013-11-30 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I've seen the future, too," Booker admits after a moment. "It's not that rosy. So I guess maybe my world is different, somehow."
wintershepherd: (serious)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-12-01 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry," Jack said, gaze turning back to the fire. He wasn't entirely sure what he was apologizing for... but it was instinctive.
washitaway: (that's kinda sad)

[personal profile] washitaway 2013-12-01 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Booker huffed out a mirthless laugh. "Don't be. Most of it's my fault."
wintershepherd: (patient)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-12-01 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Booker gets a friendly bump on the shoulder for that. "That's not the kind of thing you claim credit for. Trust me, I know."
washitaway: (this is some serious shit)

[personal profile] washitaway 2013-12-02 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"It's no credit. Just responsibility," Booker says easily. "Comstock's got plans. I'm the fella who needs to stop them. And I've seen what'll happen if I don't."
wintershepherd: art credit needed (distance)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-12-02 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
The spirit smiles to himself. "Anyone ever tell you that you're a good guy, Booker?"
washitaway: (what am i seeing here)

[personal profile] washitaway 2013-12-03 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not," he points out with a shrug. "Haven't been for a long time, if I ever was."
wintershepherd: (stranger)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-12-03 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't have to have done all good things to be a good guy," Jack said wisely. "Lots of people haven't. I haven't. I'm talking about the person I'm standing next to right now, in this minute, watching a nice girl have a good time and thinking about her instead of himself. And I think he's a good guy, and I'll agree to disagree with him if he insists otherwise."
washitaway: (that's kinda sad)

[personal profile] washitaway 2013-12-03 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Well..." Booker's not about to go rattling off all the terrible things he's done in his life - he's not that much of a masochist. So he just nods slightly. "Thanks, anyway. It's a nice thing to hear."

He feels like he's being deceitful, though. Inevitably, the truth will come out, and everyone will know him for the sham he is.

In the meantime, though, he intends to let himself enjoy Elizabeth's happiness, at least.
wintershepherd: art credit needed (distance)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-12-06 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
He lingers, both of them watching Elizabeth dance for a few moments longer and then Jack stretches, shooting Booker another grin.

"Enjoy the bonfires," he said. "I'll catch you later."
washitaway: (hoo boy)

[personal profile] washitaway 2013-12-07 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah - you too," he says, only giving Jack a cursory glance - his attention will be fixed on Elizabeth for a while yet.