Meerkat Campfire, Late morning

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

After an early morning trip to JGoB to pick up a few boxes of doughnuts, Isabel took a seat next to the Meerkat campfire and sipped her coffee, still snickering when she thought of the radio broadcast.

[ooc: Open to all.]

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter wandered over to Meerkat and grabbed a donut. "Hey, Isabel. Thanks for breakfast. Assuming they are for visitors and you're not just extremely hungry."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Help yourself," she smiled. "I figured people would like the comfort food when they woke up this morning. Nice hair by the way."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Peter said. "After the insanity yesterday, I finally let Zero play with the hair. I figured it couldn't hurt. And it didn't!"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Did I get yours, too?" Rory asked, mildly horrified. She was wearing a hooded sweatshirt in spite of the heat, and had obviously taken precautions to ensure her hair wasn't visible.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Peter asked. "Did you get my what?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler took the largest mug he had and filled it with coffee. He huddled with it close to his body and looked warily around. "Hi Isabel."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Morning Tyler!" She raised an eyebrow, "Hiding from someone?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I bought a pocket protector," Tyler explained. "I let Pippi Longstocking push me around."

He closed his eyes. "Yesterday was not a good day."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Tyler," Peter said. "No glasses today?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler groaned.

"Nice hair. Going blond?"

[can_be_more]

Aeryn's actually already packed for the dorms. She didn't bring a lot of stuff and she's really kind of eager to get back there, but at the same time, it's the last campfire. She wanders out, nodding a greeting to the others.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Isabel waved. "Doughnut?"

[can_be_more]

She peers at it. "I've seen them, never had one," she says. "Is it good?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Aeryn," Peter said. "How're things. Good?"

[can_be_more]

"At the moment," she nods, not mentioning the hair but staring at it anyway. "You?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler waved cautiously to Aeryn. "Hi."

[can_be_more]

Aeryn definitely heard the radio, but she's being good and not saying anything. "Hi," she greets him. "How are you?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker wants back in the dorms, with her bunny and her privacy, ASAP. She also wants to slap anyone who calls her ChaCha. But she'll settle for food, and possibly? Booze.

"Hey, Isabel." Shades on. It's the only disguise Parker's got. "Mind if I take one?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Help yourself. I figured comfort food was the order of the day today." Isabel smiled, but still studied Parker with some concern. "Are you okay? I heard the radio."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ohh, I'm fine. Fine." Parker rubbed her head. "Traumatized, of course. But fine." She scowled, and lifted the sleeve of her shirt to reveal a nicotine patch. "Except for the lingering effects." She took a donut and glumly munched on it.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Parker!" Alanna came out of the cabin when she heard a familiar voice. "Er, morning."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Parker," Peter said. "Excellent dancing yesterday."

[OOC: And as I was writing this ping, I spotted Andrea Parker in Brisco County. Timing!]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Careful observers might have caught sight of a small, hooded, vaguely Rory-shaped person running into Meerkat for a moment.

Two minutes later, a very distinctly Rory-shaped person emerged, wearing a sweatshirt with the hood up so no one could see her hair.

"Isabel," Rory whined oh-so-pathetically, sidling up to her. "I have a problem."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker looked up, and then pushed her sunglasses up her nose to hide her eyes. "Hey. Rory. Um. Hi."

Right. Parkers don't flail. They just go monosyllabic.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Yes Frenchie," Isabel asked with a grin. "You're not mad because I danced with your boyfriend are you?"