http://strongestgirl.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-07-15 07:41 am
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Squirrel Campfire - A quiet Saturday morning

Pippi is sitting by the campfire, which does have a fire going.

Not a roaring fire. And not exactly "fire" per sae, more like a pile of glowing coals. It doesn't give off a lot of light but it does give off quite a bit of heat to hold back the chilly morning fog.

Also in the fire ring are a number of foil wrapped pouches, a coffee pot, and a Dutch oven from which comes the smell of baking bread.

Pippi wonders if the birds are sleeping in this morning.

[[ooc: Don't be shy about asking for some breakfast! ...If you can figure out how.]]

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip waved to Pippi as he sat down at the fire. He pointed at the at the pouches with a questioning look on his face.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip blinked.

"Sure, but what's with all the miming."

Is what he wanted to say.

Instead, he said:

"..."

He blinked in suprised. And then cursed several times in three languages.

Or rather, he didn't.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip sighed silently. He pointed at the coffee and nodded, mouthing "Fandom."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip took it thankfully. And silently. Like a silent French mercenary who can't talk.

He tried to think of a way that he could use to indicate his query of what the food was.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip looked around to see if he could see what Pippi was looking for. Whatever it was.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip nodded and scrounged up a similar stick.

DON'T KNOW.
AT DORMS
PRIVATE TIME?

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip nodded and cleared his patch.

FREAKY MAGICAL THING
HOPEFULLY NOT DANGER
IS JUST SPEECH OR ALL SOUNDS?

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Seras was a little peeved when she stepped out of the cabin. She'd heard of getting a frog in one's throat, but this was ridiculous.

And, she couldn't even call in sick to work.

She wrapped her jacket a little more tightly about herself and gave a sheepish wave to those assembled around the campfire.

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Seras pointed to Pippi and mouthed "You too?"

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Seras looked sympathetically at Mr. Neilson.

She nodded and mouthed 'Thank you'.

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Seras smiled then picked up a poker and scratched into the dirt.

EVERYONE OKAY?

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Seras nodded.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU DON'T SEE THEM TODAY
WILL GO LOOKING FOR THEM AFTER WORK

[identity profile] union-jane.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Seras winced.

I DON'T.

I'll JUST MEET YOU BACK HERE?

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