http://robinthefrog.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] robinthefrog.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-05-13 11:18 am

Minotaur Campfire, Sunday Morning

Robin sat perched on a log near the fire circle, playing Rocket Man on his weetiny banjo. He didn't know all the words though so he was just playing.

He hoped to meet more interesting people today.

ooc: Open to all!

[identity profile] sensitivejim.livejournal.com 2007-05-13 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim wandered out of the cabin, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He had been his usual moody, reclusive self with all the new people coming in, but he figured that he should at least try and meet new people so his list didn't get updated. Enough people were after him with a baseball bat.

He stopped. Blinked. Wondered if his senses were doing some weird Sentinel thing and making him hallucinate weetiny frogs playing weetiny banjoes.

Good song, though.

[identity profile] sensitivejim.livejournal.com 2007-05-14 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Jim. You're a frog."

Tact, thy name is Ellison.

[identity profile] sensitivejim.livejournal.com 2007-05-14 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"No." Jim sat down abruptly. "You're always a frog?"

[identity profile] sensitivejim.livejournal.com 2007-05-14 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
". . . how is that different? The . . . talking thing?"

[identity profile] sensitivejim.livejournal.com 2007-05-14 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I can see that." He could now, now that he was looking.

[identity profile] sensitivejim.livejournal.com 2007-05-14 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"The Chef's kinda . . . fuzzy, now that I think about it," Jim said slowly. "But he's not a frog."

[identity profile] sensitivejim.livejournal.com 2007-05-14 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh." Jim seemed to ponder this, and finally shook his head, giving up.

[identity profile] sensitivejim.livejournal.com 2007-05-14 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"You expect different? You're a frog."