ext_141411 ([identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-07-20 10:58 pm
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Pot Belly Pig: Campfire

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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[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Pretty good. Thanks for the e-mail I appreciate it," Marty said putting a couple of marshmallows on a skewer. "How's it going?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, Marty!" Bridge says, sitting down by the campfire.
chasingangela: (girl anachronism)

[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-07-21 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Angela tiptoed up with near ninja-like stealth. Well, sort of.

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

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey Bridge. S'more? Hot Dog? Cool Beverage?" Marty said waving to the appropriate food/drink item.

[identity profile] dorky-broots.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey Broots. How's it going?" Marty said with a wave.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Yay, beverage!" Bridge says, taking a can of Coke.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"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."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Parker took a picture of Bridge, then looked considering. "Close, but not quite. Hi, Bridge."

[identity profile] dorky-broots.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Good!" Broots may have been a little suprised someone remembered his name. "You?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Parker blinked at him. Broots in public? The hell?
chasingangela: (glance by lockers)

[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-07-21 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"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."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, Angela. How's it going?" Parker shot a photo of her, just for the hell of it.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Not quite what, dude?" Bridge asks.
chasingangela: (impish smile)

[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-07-21 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Not too bad," Angela said. "Did you know we have a new The Doctor? Only he's from before the one from last year."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Decided to quit moping on the sidelines and get back into the game," Marty said with cliche-like gusto. "So... S'mores!"

Marty slides the golden brown marshmallows on the graham crackers and a square of chocolate and hands it to Angela. "Here you go."

Marty starts roasting more marshmallows. "I've got hog dogs if you want something meatier. And don't say dirty."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Beverages are always good," Marty agreed.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I met him? But it was only briefly. And I'm not sure I get who he is, exactly. Except he has no clue who Jack is. Or me. So..." Parker shook her head, looking baffled. "Any clue how that works? Same guy, way way different ears?"

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh so what's the worst that could happen. Another Jello invasion?" Marty asked tempting the fate of fates to smite him where he sits.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Especially when it is a ridiculous number of degrees outside," Bridge nods. "Like today."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Joy. One of our prompts for photography class." She grinned at him. "Have anything to be joyful about, Bridgey?"
chasingangela: (name sidelong)

[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-07-21 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Angela raised an eyebrow at the gusto but didn't question it. "I'm not Jaye," she reminded him. "Shorter, redder hair? Marshmallows are fun. Yay sugar rush, or something."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-07-21 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Eat up then. We'll have you on a sugar buzz in no time," Marty said trying to keep the Marshmallow from burning.
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