picture prompt meme.

[chatona]

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[co_pilot]

[exhort]

[ it's almost a unanimous decision to head down to the beach for a bonfire after mako and raleigh are cleared by the ppdc doctors. there will come a time or mourning, a time to grieve their marshal and the dedicated young man who gave their lives so that earth could live. but for now, people are rejoicing at the end of the war.

raleigh is pretty damn thrilled that the war's over. he gets the excitement. but he doesn't like parties on a good day, and this one wasn't one of his favorites. so he's plopped himself in front of a smaller fire, a half-drunk bottle of beer in one hand and a stick with marshmallows on the end in the other. he's planning on sticking around until either mako or herc gives him the okay to leave, but there's not going to be any dancing around a campfire for him. there's too much going on in his head for any of that to be a thing that happens.

but thoughts running in not-so-happy circles or not, raleigh's kind of enjoying watching other people laugh and celebrate. he can't help but smile a bit when people drunkenly stumble into each other, or randomly hug whoever's closest in sheer elation. that kind of thing is just humanity at one of its high points. it's a nice reminder of why they did everything they did. ]

[co_pilot]

[ the party is nice, but she prefers to stick to the fringes of the event itself, moving in and out of shadow. she isn't drinking either, despite attempts made to place a cup in her hand. there will be times to drink, times to celebrate and times to mourn as well, but she does not very much mind taking the quieter approach.

it's how she finds raleigh, at least, sitting by himself in front of a smaller fire, clutching a drink. she silently takes a seat next to him, her shoulder briefly jostling his as she settles in, and then she picks up a tiny piece of driftwood, drawing shapes and symbols in the sand nearby. after a moment, she pauses to wipe it all away, creating a clean slate to start anew, and then tosses the wood into the fire. fitting, perhaps, considering the new start they will each have to make.

when she speaks, she is still gazing into the fire, her expression reflective, a faint smile on her lips. she can sense his breathing beside her, his warmth. she is still very much aware of him, and though she does not know what he is thinking, she can guess. ]