Platypus campfire, early evening

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was kind of grumpy so she was sitting in front of the fire making smores. And she just kept making them, one after the other until she had three pretty tall stacks going. After her visit at the book store, she had handwavily bought the stuff to fix them. Her's seemed to be just a little messy. But they were good that way. She's already had two. No three. There might have been chocolate smeared on her chin. And fingers. Probably her shirt too where she tried to wipe her fingers clean.

Friends were getting hurt, there was some psycho out there doing it, and all of it was just discomforting. She needed a big shotgun. Or at least a taser in each hand.

So she was cooking and eating and doing a pretty good job of it.

(it's open, yes, to anyone.)

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Ah, ha. So there she was. Not like Turtle had been really looking that hard for Annette; she figured she could exact the plan for revenge at any time, really, but, approaching the Platypus cabin and spotting her there had her going back to her cabin to get something in a bag and returning. Annette looked kind of grumpy and out-of-sorts which almost made her feel like maybe it could wait, but she was here, she had nothing better to do, and the moment of weakness could actually work to her advantage.

She bit her lip as she came near. "Um, hi, Annette."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was lost in her smore thought cooking process when Turtle came near and actually spoke to her, breaking her concentration on smushing the marshmallow and chocolate between two graham crackers.

She eyed her warily, "Hi, Turtle." Geeze.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"S'mores, huh?" Turtle said idly, shrugging one of her shoulders; she held the bag in front of her, shyly, head slightly lowered. "Um...mind..if I join you?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

This wasn't normal. Turtle being nice never ever happened to Annette anymore. Something was up. Something bad. Something wicked.

Annette eyed her plate of s'mores then looked at Turtle. "I guess you're gonna want a s'more too? Fine. Take one." What the crap was in her bag that she was acting so weird over?

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

It would probably be too suspicious if Turtle flat out rejected, but, before she could make herself take one, she pulled away. "Heck, no, I don't want any of your stu--"

She winced. "Er, um, I mean..." She shook her head. "Sorry. Knee-jerk reaction, really. Listen, Annette, I've been doing a lot of thinking..."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette made a face at Turtle, half in, I don't want you to have any anyway! the other half going, What the holy crap is your problem?

As it was, she said nothing, just stared at her.

Something was definitely up.

"Uh-huh. Does it hurt? This thinking?" Annette smacked her knee and chuckled. "Ooops, my bad. Knee-jerk reaction, really."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle's eyes narrowed slightly. Well, she certainly didn't expect this to be easy...and her grip on her own temper was pretty loose. A deep, injured frown appeared. "Well, fine, if you're going to be stupid as usual, I guess you can just forget about me apologizing to you and you can just shove in very uncomfortable places..."

She had managed to keep from saying that wait, no, a perv like Annette would probably like that too much. She drew in a breath instead. "I totally even brought you a peace offering," she held out the bag.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She pursed her lips, ready to vent back at Turtle, "I'm not stupid! Just ask...anyone!" Yeah, it was the best she could come up with. "You apologize? Did hell freeze over and I was unaware of it?" There! Take that! Hah!

Wait. What the hell?

Annette glanced at the bag then met Turtle's gaze, "You brought me a peace offering? Just out of the blue? Excuse me while I fine tune my skepticism." She looked up at the night sky for two seconds. "Okay, I'm done, what did you bring me?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Kick her! A scream shouted in her voice. That'd be a peace offering for her, all right.

No, no, no, that'll ruin everything. She had a good plan and she was sticking to it. "Annette," Turtle bounced a little with a whine. "Seriously. With everything that's been going on and people getting hurt, it's really...well, lame of us to be this petty and mean to each other..."

Man, Turtle should have been an actress, being able to lay on the lines like that and keep a straight face. Or a lawyer.

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

Dick came out of the cabin as soon as he smelled s'mores.

"Hey, baby." he said, sitting down next to her.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She looked over at him, her face still smushy in a grumpy sort of fashion, "Hi, honey."

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"You okay?" he asked. "S'mores not satisfactory?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Well I've been eating them and they taste pretty good. Kind of thirsty though since I didn't think of bringing me anything out to drink. But I'm okay. Are you okay? You look okay. You wanna s'more? I made lots."

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"I'm okay. I'll be even better once I get a s'more." he said.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Picking up the plate that was stacked pretty good, she handed it over, "Take as many as you want. I...made them for you." What? She could change her mind.

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"You did, did you?" he said, taking a s'more from the plate. "How sweet of you."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Of course I did. I told myself that you would appreciate my...domesticity. I cooked dinner and I was hoping you'd be hungry." Annette nodded and wiped her hands on the hem of her t-shirt. Again.

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori had been walking about the campground, feeling helpless in the knowledge that her abilities wouldn't work against the creep that had been hurting her friends.

Spotting Annette, she made her way over to her friend. At least one of her friends hadn't been hurt... she hated to add a yet to that sentence.

"Hey."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette looked up from her busy s'more cooking and the smile that she was about to give Tori, didn't make it to her face, "Tori? What's wrong? Come sit down."

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori shrugged as she took a seat next to Annette. "Thanks." She sighed, before continuing. "Just all this news about friends being attacked and the fact that I can't do anything to stop it." Yeah, she was both angry and sad about that.

"But at least you're okay." Tori was glad for that. "You are okay, right?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

That made Annette frown too, "I know it. It's why I'm out here. I'd just get in the way if I tried to help. I have no skills...worthy of...destroying a...psycho." She really hated admitting that. Sadly, it was true.

"Oh, yeah, I'm okay. I'm perfectly normal. Are you? Aside from feeling helpless?"

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori nodded. "Apparently, so would I. At least from what Conner told me. And he had a run in with the creep." She shuddered, glad to know he was okay. But she was still angry about what happened to Gwynn.

"Good, I'm glad. I don't know if I could stand anyone else getting hurt by that thing." She admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "I think I'm okay, yeah. Been keeping busy with TAing and working at the bookstore. Surfing, too. You?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oh. That just plain, downright sucks. It's not fair that people get hurt here." Maybe they should completely glitterize Fandom.

"I'm sorry, Tori. I hate seeing you so shaken up. Someone out there will nail this person or thing that is causing such havoc. It's inevitable. And hopefully it will be done soon. And yeah, same with me - workshops and work and just yeah, keeping very busy."

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

"No, it's not." Tori agreed, a rueful smile appearing on her face.

"Thanks Annette." She sighed. "I sure hope so. We managed to get through the school being blown up, I have a feeling we'll get through this. I know good people are working on figuring out a way to stop him." Tori admitted, thinking of Wyatt and Chris. "Yeah, busy is good."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Well, good always prevails. But it doesn't help pass the time, does it? Want a s'more? I've been slaving and cooking dinner for Dick."