Jackalope campfire, Tuesday evening

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After chatting with his brother and Dawn, Dean wandered back over to his own cabin, grabbed a soda and some campfire friendly food and settled down outside intent on just kicking back and relaxing.

[ooc: for cabinmates and anyone else who wants to stop by. campfire munchies completely shareable and modable]

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"It's some symbol of some hero that died recently in Cassie's reality," Dean said with a shrug. She came by my room back in the middle of all that Sammy being a moron Manticore mess and wanted the shirt back so she could burn it."

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"Really? Wonder if Mr Rogers recognized it," Alec said, tracing the symbol idly. "And no wonder this hero guy bought it - anyone would be picked off pretty quick if they wore a frickin' target on their chest."

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Dean snickered. "I think it might be meant to be some representation of the stars and stripes on the flag," he pointed out.

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Alec rolled his eyes. "I can see that. It's still a big target, dude."

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Dean looked at the shirt as he took a long drink of his soda. "Yeah, can't argue with that."

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"It's a nice shirt though," Alec said, admiring himself again. "Glad you didn't give it back to whatsherface-- Cassie?"

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Dean nodded. "I was pretty distracted when she came and asked about it. You'd pretty much gone to ground and I'd thrown Sammy out of my room the day before because if I hadn't, I would've ended up hitting him." He shrugged. "Really couldn't wrap my mind around giving a shirt a funeral right then."