Galaxy Quest Campfire - Late Sunday Evening

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Rose wasn't sore yet from still being played-out Fight Club, but she was well-aware that was going to change as soon as she stopped moving.   So stopping somewhere close to her cabin seemed like a good idea.

She sat down by the empty firepit of Galaxy Quest.  It was too hot for a fire, but that didn't stop her from eyeing the firepit expectantly.  To actually try to and fail make a fire or not.  That seemed to be the question.

The cat who was Worf seemed intent on pouncing on bugs around the pit.  Rose was just hoping he didn't decide to kill a mouse and leave it on her bed again.


[ooc: campfire be open!  I be bored!]

Main Campfire; Sunday Evening

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Penelope sat before the fire but her attention was on the Dreamer. He was seated not far from her, his smile faint, secretive; the same smile he's been giving her since she woke up to him yesterday morning.

She glanced back at the marshmallow she was roasting, not giving it much attention. It was hard to pay attention to anything else with him staring at her like he was.

"When are you going to leave?" she asked.

"When I'm ready," was his reply.

With a soft sigh, she felt her marshmallow slide off her stick and plop on the ground, a burnt melty mess.

The Dreamer chuckled and Penelope reached for another marshmallow.

[[ Open campfire! ]]