Main Campfire, Friday evening

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Deciding she couldn't face the heat and humidity of the early afternoon Virginia summer, Sam had gone back to her room after the Doctor's class, taken a hot shower (because it was different, thank you), then decided to try something. Something people would appreciate.

Chocolate chip cookies. They printed the recipe right on the package, and she was getting better. She'd taken out the mixing bowls and the ingredients, except for the vanilla. Sam had climbed up on the counter and reached into the cupboard, fumbling around until she'd found what she was looking for. It had smelled vaguely like vanilla to Sam, so she'd measured it out and dumped it into the bowl with the wet ingredients.

She'd stirred and mixed and portioned and baked.

And now, several hours later, there was a plate of innocent looking chocolate chip cookies on the picnic table. They weren't perfect by any stretch of the imagination--some were burnt, some were undercooked, some were torn, but they were cookies.

Next to it was a hand-lettered sign that said: Help yourself!--Sam


[ooc: Okay, how this works is--if you signed up for the plot, have a cookie (or two). They'll taste a little weird, because there's no vanilla in them, but they should still be edible. You also don't have to eat them at the campfire--you can just ping, grab one or two, and nosh later. The effects won't kick in until tomorrow, though, so you can still do whatever you want to do tonight. The post itself is open to all, though.]

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Oh how nice!"

Pippi nabs a cookie and starts to flounce off munching it.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter had something better than cookies and skipped them, settling down to eat a brownie or two from last night's baking endeavor instead. Still, he was there to be sociable.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude waved sociably as he ambled over and snagged himself a couple of cookies. "Hey bro, how's it hangin'?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter waved back and shrugged, petting Pup when the hellpuppy poked his nose out from under his leg. "Just another day. How are you?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude shrugged. "Eh, I'm okay. It's too hot for me." He nodded at the hellpuppy. "Hey, little dog-dude."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi caught Walter walking up out of the corner of her eye and flounced her way back.

"Hey you." she said munching a cookie that's a little burnt.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Hey." Walter held up his brownie in greeting while Pup ambled over to give her a friendly yap.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hi Pup!" Pippi squeed and finished off the cookie.

She held both arms out to the adorable little hellpuppy.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally wandered up to Walter with a smile and a wave.

"Heeeeey," she said.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter waved back while Pup trotted over to give Cally a sniff. "Hey."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

On his way out of the campsite down to the beach, Dean passed by the picnic table and saw the cookies. He didn't recognise the handwriting so he assumed it was the Sam that wasn't his brother and he remembered some of the cooking assignments the other Sam had brought back to the cabin last session.

But still, cookies! They didn't look perfect but he'd eaten worse. With a shrug, he grabbed up a couple and munched on them as he continued on towards the beach.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Oooh, cookies. Ivanova decided to treat herself to nibbling on one as she sprawled by the campfire, stretching her feet towards the fire. Alright, maybe a couple of cookies.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Hey Teach." tim grinned.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova nodded in greeting, resisting the urge to look over her shoulder for someone else. "Desmond."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Cookies were good for hangovers, right?

Even if Alanna had cured that earlier?

Anakin grabbed a couple of cookies just in case, waved at Sam, stuck one into his mouth, and took the rest back to his alcove.

He wasn't exactly up for making a lot of eye contact tonight and his mun was going afk, yay.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Ooh. Cookies.

Tyler took two slightly underdone ones and ate them in big bites.

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

On her way to the beach, Molly spotted the cookies.

"Ooo! Free cookies! Yum." She grabbed one and ate it as she walked down to Galactica Point.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter grinned at the cookies and helped himself to one.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grabbed a cookie, and after a bite proved edible and even pretty good, took a handful for Jarod and the ladies at the Sin. Always good to keep up the flow of goodwill from that corner.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory wandered by and remembering what she had heard about Sam's cooking, paused a moment.

And then decided that she would want someone to give her cookies a chance. So she snagged two cookies, smiled at the group and waved, and headed off to Meerkat to have a quiet evening to herself.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky looked at the note. Sam? Was that Carter or Winchester? Did he really want to tempt fate and a trip to the clinic on a 50/50 chance?

Eh. He couldn't resist the lure of cookies. Kawalsky snatched a few up and decided to save them for later.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth noticed the sign on her way back to Pangolin and debated to herself, before snagging one. It didn't look too bad and after a cautious nibble, didn't taste too bad either.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter saw the cookies and smiled. This was nice. He grabbed a couple and ate them on his way back to his alcove.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander was on his way down to Galactica Point, but his snack-radar never failed him, so two minutes later he was on his way to Galactica Point with a cookie in his hand, and one in his pocket for Bridge.

...of course two minutes after that, since saving snacks for later was kind of a lost cause, he was staring at the cookie he'd taken exactly one and a half bites of, making a 'Where the hell is that thing that makes Willow-cookies taste like Willow-cookies?' face, and giving both that cookie and the one from his pocket a decent and discreet burial underneath a boxwood bush on the side of the path down to the beach.

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter grabbed one or seven cookies and headed to his room.