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Pangolin: roof. Sometime past midnight

Parker is bored. Bored bored bored bored bored.

And it appears that yes, by standing on the beams around the building, then onto the railing, then shimmying upward, you *can* get on the roof of the cabins.

She has an MP3 player, some binoculars, a flashlight, and marshmellows. Partly for throwing.

She also has a rope ladder, should anyone care to join her up there.

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Cally struggled a bit, but managed to get up most of the rope ladder and over onto the roof.

"Hi," Cally said. "Why are you on the roof?"

Parker offered her a marshmellow once she was up there. "Bored. Hoping to spot trouble. Bored. Star-watching. Thinking. Bored." She grinned. "Why'd you climb up? Where's your opposite number?"

"Asleep," Cally said. "So, kinda bored myself." She took the marshmallow and popped it in her mouth. "How'd your first week of class-thingies go?"

"Good. Archery was a let-down-- no shooting things the first week, and no one died, but I have hopes for next week. First Aid-- well, you were there. I liked that one." She popped another marshmellow in her mouth, chewed, then said, "What did you think of it?"

"Was kind of rough," Cally said with a shrug. "I mean, you saw me freeze up. Guess I wasn't expecting something that heavy straight away."

"Yeah. But you did great, once we had a plan." Parker offered another marshmellow. "Besides, we're there to learn this stuff. If we knew it already, there would be no point in taking it." She cocked her head. "Still, I think I would've preferred the badgers."

"Badgers? Naw, we didn't need no stinkin' badgers," Cally said with a chuckle. She took the marshmallow and popped it in her mouth. "So, you actually think people are gonna die in Archery?"

Parker snickered at the joke, then shook her head. "...no. Sadly. It's the Danger Shop. There are safeties." She sighed. "Not that I really want them to *die*. But I'd like someone else to be as wary as I am of Miho. So far, I think they all think I'm making it up about how scary she can be."

"Okay, if you think someone is scary? I'm kind of instantly terrified," Cally said, her eyes a little wide. "I don't think I've ever met her. And I'm thanking the lords that I haven't."

"The first time I met her I didn't realize she was a ninja. I stole her pie." Parker shook her head. "I came really awfully close to dying that day. Anyway. I'm looking forward to learning stuff from her. And Callisto has some good stuff in Wilderness Survival, I just wish she wasn't on this shoeless kick."

"Shoeless?" Cally raised an eyebrow. "Like, she's not wearing shoes or is she forcing that on her class?"

"She's forcing it on *us*. I had to surrender new boots to her at the start of class. I'm not sure I'll get them back next week, if she takes them hostage again," Parker said grimly. "Next time, I want a better reason than 'because.' How am I supposed to trek the wilderness without shoes?"

"Very carefully?" Cally offered.

Parker rolled her eyes, then grinned. "I guess. I had fun at the beach today, though. Kayaks. Have you ever done anything like that?" She popped another marshmellow in her mouth. "And what did you have this week, aside from First Aid?"

"Computers, with Professor Abby," Cally said. "We didn't do a whole lot, but I got my own laptop for the summer session. Which means I get to use a computer unpolluted by baseball related fiction."

Parker choked on a marshmellow, then had a helluva time covering that, what with the laughing and all. "Ack. Ahem. Yes. I... have no comment that won't have me falling off this roof, either from you trying to push me, or me laughing too hard to talk. Sorry."

"Oh, please," Cally said. "Anything you could say about that, Anders totally deserves. But the falling from laughing, that'd be no frakking good. We totally haven't covered that sort of thing in first aid yet, so I wouldn't know what to do." She winked.

Parker grinned at her, and offered another marshmellow. "Your boyfriend is a good guy, but I swear... he just lives the stereotype of the jock, sometimes. That was a *dumb* stunt." Snickering, Parker said, "You should write ... I don't know. Mechanics porn? To see how he reacts to the reverse from you."

Cally choked on the marshmallow she was handed. "It's not exactly like there's really... Hey, you know, that's not a half bad idea."

Parker chortled, keeping it low so as not to wake anyone, but still highly amused. "I look forward to the results of your endeavors." She looked around the camp, and cocked her head. "I am *really* looking forward to getting back to my place, but this has been a lot of fun. I hope we get to do this some more this summer." She paused. "With more hot water, damnit."

Cally chuckled. "You know, Bridge and I could always take a look at the water heater."

"Could you? Please? I kept meaning to ask, but never caught you in time to ask. We have coffee, we have TV, I have WiFi-- this is the one thing about camping that is truly setting my teeth on edge," Parker pleaded. "I will so owe you for this if you two can fix it."

Cally yawned. "I'll take a look tommorow," she said. "For now, I think I'm gonna climb down while I still have the energy. G'night, Parker."

"Sleep well. Tease your boyfriend for me."

"Will do," Cally said. She waved goodbye before climbing back down the ladder and wandering into the cabin.

Briar had been suffering from a bit of insomnia when he noticed someone on the roof. "Good view from there?"

"Come on up and see for yourself!" A marshmellow may have fallen past his ear after this invitation.

Briar snatched at the marshmellow and caught nothing but air. "What was that?" He quickly climbed up on to the roof. "Miss Parker!"

"Briar Rabbit. Or not." Parker gave Cally an amused glance, then held out the bag to Briar. "Marshmellow?"

"Moss." He corrected her. "If you tell me what it is?"

Parker tilted her head. "Candy? Sort of. It's the squishy stuff they put in a lot of it. And sweet. Don't ask me what it's made of. I don't know or care, just that it tastes good."

Briar grabbed a few and found himself with the same comment he had about a lot of modern food. "Sugary." He swallowed. "So what brings you up here at this completely normal hour?"

"Bored. And not sleepy. And not wanting to wake anyone else up too much." She raised her eyebrows at him. "And what about you? You're away from your campsite by a bit."

"I'm not too big on sleeping indoors and being cramped in." Briar admitted. "And also bored and not sleepy."

"Ahh. So I assume you've been enjoying camp more than the dorms? A sentiment I can't quite share." Parker shifted over to give him more space. "And how go your workshops?"

"I haven't had to share space with people for a few years, actually. If I could get away with it, I'd sleep in a garden." Briar grinned. "And the workshops are interesting. A lot like home actually."

"Hunh. This is like home? How?" Parker tilted her head back to look at the stars. "It is beautiful," she admitted. "But it's not comfortable. At all."

"The classes." Briar clarified. "Like, I have first aide, nature magic, and astronomy which is what I'm learning back home as well. Well, that and how to outrun three stubborn girls. I have my own room back home." He grinned. "And just to freak you out: I lived in the sewers for six years."

"Euuuwww. Voluntarily?" Parker can't imagine that. Angelo runs around air ducts, but they're mostly clean. "Ugh. And who are the girls you're outrunning?"

Briar was still smiling, but his eyes seemed to close off. "No, not voluntarily. Mum died. Landlord decided he didn't have a use for a four-year-old kid. And the girls are my three foster-sisters."

"I'm sorry for my previous comment, then." Parker is enormously uncomfortable with this, but she manages to keep her voice even in spite of it. "Foster sisters. Older, or younger?"

Briar shrugged. "Daja's older by maybe a year. Tris is my age and Sandry is a touch younger. Also, Little Bear. But he's a dog and with Tris now."

Nodding, Parker glanced off to the sky again. "So do you get to sleep in a garden there? Or do you sneak out, like tonight?"

"My room faces the garden. I'm half-way there at all times."

"That's good." Parker smiled at him, then yawned. "Sorry. I think the chill is finally getting to me." She tilted her head. "Maybe we'll talk more later?"

Briar nodded, falling asleep himself. "Sounds good to me."

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