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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.]]
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.]]

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Hmm, first she couldn't hum, now she can't talk.
She turns her attention back to Pip and makes a motion bringing her hand to her mouth as if eating. Then she pointed to a nonresistant watch on her wrist and then held her thumb and forefinger close together to indicate a little bit.
She pointed to the coffee pot with a questioning look on her face.
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"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.
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She waited for him to finish not cursing.
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Offering it she pointed to where the cream and sugar was.
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He tried to think of a way that he could use to indicate his query of what the food was.
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It was brown a sticky. (A stick!)
She smoothed out a patch of dirt and wrote.
WALTER
NADIA
WHERE?
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DON'T KNOW.
AT DORMS
PRIVATE TIME?
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She cleared the patch of dirt and wrote.
THOUGHT QUIET
BECAUSE THEY'RE GONE
GUESS NOT HUH?
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FREAKY MAGICAL THING
HOPEFULLY NOT DANGER
IS JUST SPEECH OR ALL SOUNDS?
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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.
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CAN'T TALK HUH?
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Next to her, Mr. Neilson jumped up and down waving his hat. It looked like he was trying to screech angrily... But nothing was coming out.
HAVE SOME BREAKFAST?
Is scratched into the dirt.
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She nodded and mouthed 'Thank you'.
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Mr. Neilson sulked.
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EVERYONE OKAY?
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SO FAR FINE JUST VOICE GONE.
WALTER AND NADIA NOT IN WHEN I GOT UP
POSSIBLY WENT FOR ALONE TIME?
NADIA HAS DETENTION WILL WORRY IF SHE DOES NOT SHOW UP FOR THAT.
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LET ME KNOW IF YOU DON'T SEE THEM TODAY
WILL GO LOOKING FOR THEM AFTER WORK
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I'LL TEXT MESSAGE YOU
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I DON'T.
I'll JUST MEET YOU BACK HERE?
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OR I'LL SEND MR. NEILSON WITH A NOTE.
IF I CAN FIGURE HOW TO TELL HIM TO TAKE IT TO YOU...
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