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Luau: The Main Campfire: Friday Evening

The irony of having a Hawaiian luau while in Greece probably hadn't escaped anyone. But given that the majority of the students probably couldn't pinpoint Hawaii on the map, it didn't seem like that was enough of a reason to cancel what had become a summer tradition.

So in the early evening, the main campfire was transformed into a party place with coconuts, grass skirts, and leis for everyone. A pig was slowly roasting over the fire, and a huge ~~moddable~~ buffet spread out to the flagpole.

A dance floor was set up, and Hawaiian music was playing, but there was also plenty of grass spread with blankets for the less-rhythm-inclined.

[OOC: YAAAAAY LUAU! Students, teachers, and townies all welcome!]

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"Ah, you flatter me too much, Liir," she blushed lightly and looked back to the fire, her mood very good. "No particular reason. I think I've just grown tired of my own company."

"Flattery implies falsehood," and his smile said it was certainly no falsehood.

"How goes your play then?"

Amber just grinned. She wasn't used to anyone being charming to her. Well, there was Brett but then he ended up with a bullet in his forehead. It was really nasty.

"Very well, thanks. But you know," she leaned towards him slightly, lowering her voice, "I've had a couple bad dreams and I think they've stemmed from the play."

"Bad dreams?" he asked, leaning over to get closer so he didn't have to speak up. "From the play?"

She shrugged a little. "I'm not sure but I'm guessin' only because the play is the only thing that has bothered me lately."

"Bothered you? You'd sounded... I don't know, pleased previously."

"Oh, yah, I'm pleased. But readin' certain scenes you know, subconsciously your brain puts these images behind your eyes and they seem to come out when I'm asleep."

"Is it really so terrifying?"

He couldn't think of something on a page that was so bad. It was happening to other people, after all.

"Rape and cuttin' limbs off is pretty terrifyin' to me," she said softly, almost whispering.

"Is that what happens to your character?"

...he'd have to talk to this director.

"Oh, no, I don't play her. I wanted to though," she managed, her expression sheepish. "I thought her heart much more tender than the character I do play."

He couldn't understand wanting to play someone who was raped and mutilated, but he supposed she had some sort of virtue.

"And your character?"

"I'm tryin' to understand her," she replied. "She does evil things and she's very determined, but she's insecure even though she is an empress."

Amber took a deep breath, looked down at her bare thighs through the strings of her grass skirt. Sitting close enough to the fire kept the bugs away but she wished she would have worn a sweatshirt, or at least brought a hoodie.

He looked at her curiously.

"Is there any reason for why she's evil or is she just... evil?"

He noticed that she looked uncomfortable, but didn't know what to do about it?

Amber was very conflicted still over the character she was playing. While she very much wanted to be part of the production, to star in the play, getting used to a character who is so wicked, was a hard thing to overcome. She was doing it and while she thought she was doing it fairly well, it was still difficult.

She didn't look at him. "I believe her life has made her that way." She shrugged. "I don't think someone can just suddenly become that way, I think she was born with a coldness deep inside of her. And I'm sure you don't want to talk about this -- we're supposed to be havin' fun."

"A curling scorpion of a woman, trembling and ready to strike at all times..."

He didn't know why that came out of him. Perhaps because he'd been thinking of her so much. Perhaps because it was somewhat accurate. Either way, he shrugged.

"I don't mind talking about it if you need someone to speak to, Amber."

His words caused her to look sharply at him. "Yes, just like that..." Liir caught Tamora almost perfectly and wasn't that strange? Amber must have conveyed much in her words to him. She was glad she could talk to him; he had this open, caring way about him and it mattered to her.

"Thank you, Liir. I'm just afraid of borin' you."

"Before I came here, I spent most of my time doing chores. And I wasn't bored.

"I don't think I actually can bore. So no worries."

He didn't address what he'd said. There wasn't any kind of way of saying 'no, Amber, actually I was describing my mother' that would sound good at all.

She smiled. "All the more reason to have fun while you're here, Liir."

"Anything is 'fun' if you enjoy it," he said with a faint smile.

Amber giggled. "True. Very true."

"And as I enjoy your company, the topic of discussion will no doubt be 'fun'."

"Hah, you might be speakin' too soon!" she laughed and reached over to gently poke his arm.

"I don't think I am," he told her primly before laughing just a bit himself.

"We can always hope, can't we?" she said, still grinning.

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