Pot Belly Pig: Campfire

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty has all the things you need for a campfire. Hot Dogs, S'more ingredients, The clash blaring from his portable stereo and most importantly: Cool beverages.

[ooc: Open like a thing that's open. Possibly like a door but with more openess]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker got back from her photographic expedition, camera still in hand, and took a shot of Marty as she approached the campfire. "Hey, Marty. How goes it?" She rummaged in the cooler and came up with a Diet Pepsi, before taking a seat near the fire.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Pretty good. Thanks for the e-mail I appreciate it," Marty said putting a couple of marshmallows on a skewer. "How's it going?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Welcome. And pretty good-- I've been getting my photography assignment done. Although I'm still missing 'joy', technically." Because whatever other expressions Blair had during their session, 'joy' was probably not on the list. "Keeping my fingers crossed for a quiet weekend. Knock wood, please God, no jinxes."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Marty!" Bridge says, sitting down by the campfire.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hey Bridge. S'more? Hot Dog? Cool Beverage?" Marty said waving to the appropriate food/drink item.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yay, beverage!" Bridge says, taking a can of Coke.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker took a picture of Bridge, then looked considering. "Close, but not quite. Hi, Bridge."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not quite what, dude?" Bridge asks.

[chasingangela]

Angela tiptoed up with near ninja-like stealth. Well, sort of.

"I was promised s'mores," she reminded Marty."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I have s'more ingredients," Marty said turning to the quiet ninja type girlfriend. "And I'm roasting the marshmallows right now. Want to sit down next to me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear as I make you a s'more?"

[chasingangela]

"What, like 'honey, sugar ... maple syrup?," Angela asked, amiably enough. "I can do that."

She tilted her head at him. "You look a little better."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Angela. How's it going?" Parker shot a photo of her, just for the hell of it.

[chasingangela]

"Not too bad," Angela said. "Did you know we have a new The Doctor? Only he's from before the one from last year."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's Broots walking around. No, the world is not ending. He still has his laptop with him, doesn't he? Broots waved at the people.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hey Broots. How's it going?" Marty said with a wave.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Good!" Broots may have been a little suprised someone remembered his name. "You?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinked at him. Broots in public? The hell?

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots gave her a smwall wave and sat down as far away as possible.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander emerged from incommunicadoness ventured out to a campfire he hadn't visited before, and was rewarded with seeing people he hadn't talked to in a while. Yay.

"Hey, Marty," he said with a wave, approaching the fire.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Bridge says with a grin.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

A quick *flash*, and Parker has her picture for Joy. "Hey, Xander!"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hey, you!" Xander's grin is just as wide.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto wandered up and flopped down near the fire with a grunt.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Cal!" Bridge waves.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Bridge," Callisto replied.