Event Open The Bonfire

Professor Rotmoore sat at a table slightly away from the majority of the group. A short distance away, he could he hear the indistinct mass of voices, of students, of locals, all mixing and celebrating Carpe Noctem.

A celibration of death. Why did people celibrate death? It was like celibrating a housefire, or financial collapse. Something everyone fears. He should be having fun. This was his element. He loved dia de los muertos. And lemuralia. But, being back around people, for longer than he could remember, he had realised how important relationships between people were. Should be. Many of his friends had died, and he hadn't taken the time to mourn. It hadn't mattered. Because time passed, people died, time passed, more people died, time passed, for everyone but him. Well not everyone, but those who he could keep up with were few and far between. Amenhoteph had cancelled their traditional all hallow's eve knees up, citing personal reasons. He was attempting to intigrate to life, to life on the island, but it was not without his speed bumps.

He pushed a piece of pulled pork around a paper plate with a plastic fork, not wanting to eat it, but wanting to do something with his hands. He sighed. He should have brought a book. At least then he could have kept himself amused.

So he sat, and stared into the light amber liquid, the reflected light of the emmense bonfire flickering upon it's surface, the light briefly being interrupted by passing figures.

Charlie looked up. It was the reaper, Shay.

"Ha ha." Charlie said, sardonically "it's just..."
He drew himself up, but on a bright, smiley face, before faltering, just for a second, and slumping back down to a stoop.

"This place is wonderful, always new things, always new things for me to screw up."

He sipped at the cider. It was lukewarm now, warmed by the heat from the emmense bonfire, and had lost the taste the chill had brought.

"How do you guys do it?" He said, barely looking up.

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"I haven't fucked anything in particular up." Charlie huffed, staring at the cider that was no longer tasty. He didn't need to eat, or drink, so he only did that with things he liked. "Just, lots of little ones. And for you guys people, people who work in society and do it all, just, do it all. Not get people all riled up. I've been on this island a little over two months and i've pissed more people off than i have in the past two hundred years."

A dead fly sat on the table. Charlie absentmindely touched it, and it began to crawling around the table, glowing slightly with the blue light of charlie's eyes. It crawled in a circle twice, and then sat to attention infront of his hand. He touched it again, and the light faded, and the fly slumped down.

"I just want to help people." He said sadly" And to teach people. Make some friends." He had realized on his first month on the island that all the impact he made here would be quickly forgotten by the winds of history, but he had been determined to make his mark here..

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"I mean yes" Charlie said, looking into the fire. An immense mass of shapes, wriggling like bacteria, swarmed beneaththe flames. He silently thanked shay as she removed the cider. He wouldn't have known what to do with it otherwise. "i have friends."

His brilliant blue eyes looked upwards, strangely maudlin. He was talking to a pupil about his problems. He had always thought he should present an air of professionalism, but something about the night and the fire...

"My closest is properly Amenhoteph, but i haven't seen him in a while. After that, probably Tārā, but i haven't spoken to her since the turn of the millenium. As for on the island, its probably Sean and Clement, but i don't know where i stand with them..."

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