Flamingo campfire, Monday evening

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova hadn't really unpacked, so moving into the cabin hadn't been much of a stretch. An early night had meant that her body had gotten the sleep it needed to kick back onto Fandom time. Now, she had found an Adirondak chair somewhere, got a little crackling fire going, and kicked back to enjoy. Fresh air, open sky . . .

It was good to be home.

[[Open like an open thing, yo.]]

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"You have a dog?" Pip asked. "I did not know this."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica nodded. "He lives with my friend Weevil in the apartment above Luke's Diner."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully a sight nicer than Merdebaise here, I hope," Pip said.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Backup's the best," Veronica said.

Then she realized that Pip's cat's name was French, so she pulled out her brand new French to English dictionary and tried to translate it.

"What's your cat's name again?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Merdebaise," Pip responded. Hopefully she wouldn't catch on that it was two words joined together.