Seahorse Cabin, Friday Evening

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam built a fire and proceeded to slather herself in Deep Woods Off. Within five minutes, she was drawing a design for a naquada-powered bug zapper in the dirt with a stick.


[ooc: Open to all, and the mosquitoes are biting!]

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[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec exited the cabin after a long shower and a change of clothes, moving to take a seat near Sam. "Hey, Sam. What's up?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean came out of the cabin and sat down near Sam. He had with him the fixings of s'mores. Braving flight class? So deserved junk food.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Dean," Sam said, erasing her drawing. Wouldn't have worked anyway. "How're things?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam slapped her arm. "Stupid bugs. You're probably immune, aren't you?"

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec reached over and grabbed a marshmallow. "We have any sticks to roast these on?"

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"No, but I don't think they make me itch as much," he said, grinning. "Mosquitos aren't really picky about the blood they drink, really."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well I survived flight class without exploding or breaking anything -- including my sanity -- so I guess things are going as okay as they can be." He picked up a stick and put a marshmallow on the point. He offered her the bag. "Marshmallow?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"That's a big plus, from where I'm sitting." She slapped her leg. Something about the naquada in her blood probably made it taste better. "I mean, about not itching as much, not the not being picky part, obviously."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Help yourself," Dean said dryly, but handed over one of the sticks he'd found before sitting down.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders wandered over with a box of cupcakes (yes, he was still stuck on that schtick) and held them out to Sam with a flourish.

"Hey, Carter. Have some cupcakes. Want anything from Fenway?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam took a marshmallow and bit into it. "You don't know how to fly, huh?" She grinned. "Anakin's a fabulous pilot--I'm sure you'll do fine eventually."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"No thanks," she shook her head, answering both questions. "I had a marshmallow, and if I have too much more sugar I might as well set up a blood bank. You're going to Fenway, huh? Cool. Taking in a game?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker showed up covered neck to toes in light clothes, with a hood on over her hair. "Hey, Sam. Hey guys. How goes it?" She slapped at a bug. "Ow."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It's not so much not knowing how as being, well, stark staring terrified of it," Dean admitted.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Parker," Sam said, handing over the bug spray.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey Parker," Dean greeted her. "Having problems?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Really???" Sam knew it happened, but she'd never met anyone with that problem. "What are you terrified of? Is it the being out of control, or not understanding the physics and mechanics of how a plane stays up in the air? Because I could explain..."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. Gahhh." She sprayed down her arms and legs, then conversationally said, "I'm getting a gallon of this stuff at the store tomorrow, damnit. It was nowhere *near* this bad back in May. Or am I forgetting?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Leaving tonight, back Sunday, so two games, yup," Anders said. "Sure you don't want anything? Foul ball? My color-coded scorecard?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Bugs. Love me." Parker stuck out her tongue, and made a face. "I had to borrow Angela's OFF last night, now Sam's, I'm getting my own tomorrow." She shook her head. "Isn't smoke supposed to keep them away, or something?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"You should think about saving those scorecards, and your tickets," Sam told him. "You could frame them and hang it on your wall."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"It's been wet," she explained, slapping at the back of her neck. "It makes things excessively swampy, which is like a little mosquito breeding ground."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You know, that's a really good idea," Anders said. "I could start a scrapbook or something."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam burst out laughing. "I'm sorry. It's just...since being here, I can't take any suggestion to scrapbook seriously, y'know? The radio's twisted the meaning so much I can't even walk into an office supply store without giggling."

[chasingangela]

Angela was strolling througgh the woods and came across a knot of people. "What's up? And hi, Sam."