Platypus Campfire, Saturday evening

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

Jim was practicing shooting free throws. The fire was his basket. Marshmallows were his basketballs. He was well aware that he was basically just chucking sugar into the fire to melt, surely making a horrible mess of some sort inside all of that wood. He was curious what it would look like when all was said and done, though, so he kept shooting.

[OOC: Open like a campfire. Which it is.]

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[keds-champion.livejournal.com]

Pam was bored, so she wandered outside and studied Jim for a moment before asking, "Are you actually wasting sugar?"

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm practicing my shot so it's not a waste," Jim said, making another shot.

[keds-champion.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but there's marshmallows at stake here," she pointed out, walking over and snagging one of them.

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"You're a thief," Jim said, trying to grab that marshmallow away.

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Pam," Gavin greeted. "How're you?"

[keds-champion.livejournal.com]

"Good!" Pam said, and it was true. "How're you? Did you find anyone to actually give you a cookie?"

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

"I bought my own," he said proudly. "And ten bars of chocolate!"

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

Gavin came upon the scene, stopped and watched for awhile. "I think you're making a mess."

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"Nope. Practice makes perfect. I'm making perfect," Jim said. "Want one?"

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

"Practicing...for what?" he asked and shook his head.

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"Tiny, cylindrical basketball," Jim said, shooting a fadeaway jumper.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow watched Jim for a moment, then asked, "So what did they do to deserve their fate?"

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"They made fun of my mother," Jim said. "I took the matter to the police station and they ruled that this was a proper punishment."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow tsked. "So rude. Of the marshmallows I mean. I'm sure your mother is very nice. Have you tried poking them with sticks first?"

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"No, the sheriff said I couldn't eat them, so using sticks would just be silly," Jim said.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin waved at the cute redhead. "Hi!"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Robin was wee, so Willow had to look around to see who had spoken to her.

[cutestripeyhat.livejournal.com]

Vi waved to Willow. "Hey, how are your workshops so far?"

Somehow, she suspected this topic would get Willow going.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Hey Vi!" Willow waved back. "They're doing great! I even got to practice using Tarot cards! How are yours?"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin was feeling better so he headed out to try to make more new friends.

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"Hey there," Jim said.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Hi, I don't think we've met yet. But there's so many people I've met, maybe I'm wrong." He mainly wondered that because Jim didn't seem to be surprised to see him.

[cutestripeyhat.livejournal.com]

Vi stopped by the campfire and watched Jim's game for a minute. "That," she said, "is a waste of innocent marshmallows."

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

"The courts found them guilty," Jim pointed out. "It's a waste of guilty marshmallows."

[cutestripeyhat.livejournal.com]

Vi took a cross-legged seat by the fire. "So were you the judge in marshmallow court?"