Scorpius Campfire, Monday after classes

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber had every intention of curling up with a book before the fire, you know, being all peaceful like, but omg yay campfire! She made a quick handwavy run into town and grabbed a couple bags of marshmallows, and after another fifteen minutes or so, she found a few good sticks. 

So there she sat, roasting marshmallow after marshmallow. "Oh my gosh, sticky little devils..." She only wished now she would have gotten chocolate bars and grahams. Man.


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[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Peter, glad to be done with his one workshop for the day, came on by. "Hey Amber."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Peter, hi!" Amber grinned wide, sticky lips and all. "Care for a stick? I've got plenty of marshmallows."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"No way I could reasonably say no to that," Peter said. He reached for said stick. "Thanks. So looks like we're sharing a cabin."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Yah, I only regret now not buyin' the makin's for S'mores," she said with a small shake of her head. "There is always next time though, right? And yah, how great is that? Scorpius is a totally cool name, despite its namesake givin' me chills."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Luckily I think we're out of the way of any scorpians." Peter paused, thinking about it. "Then again I have no idea if scorpians live in Greece."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"I would like to think the cabins are free from creepy-crawlies," she commented, though she checked around her feet to be safe. "...and I do have bug spray on."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Can't hurt to be on the safe side," Peter said. "Bug bites aren't fun for anyone."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir did bring a book and sat off by himself, looking somewhat as if he wanted to throttle said book in it's sleep.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber noticed Liir but the look on his face kept her from calling out a cheerful 'hey!'. How easy was it to tell that something was troubling him.

Ignoring him for the next several moments, Amber decided she could only mind her own business for so long and said almost too quietly for fear of disturbing him, "Hi, Liir..."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He looked angry, then startled, and finally smiled when he saw who it was. It was a frail smile, the kind someone put on when they weren't all that happy but didn't want to bring anyone else down, but it was a smile.

"Hi, Amber. How're you? We haven't talked for a while. I've... kind of been keeping to myself lately."

He'd ask her what she was up to soon enough.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

She understood that smile all too well. Amber wondered what was wrong.

"I'm good, Liir, thanks. It's easy to do sometimes, yah? Keepin' to yourself. Aside from work and the theatre, I haven't done much socializin' myself."

Blowing off her firery marshmallow, she peeled it off the stick and shoved it in her mouth.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

His head quirked to one side curiously, his interest taking precedence over everything else. It was easy enough to stuff his emotions away, after all. He just knew they'd come back later at some completely unrelated moment in revenge.

Life would go on. And he liked Amber.

"Theatre?"

He hadn't known there was a theatre.

"And you're still working at the Turtle and Canary, yes?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Mmhmm. A place called The Boards. I've been cast in a production of Titus Andronicus. It's really quite medieval and entirely wicked."

She put another marshmallow on her stick. "Every Wednesday, yah. Would you care for a marshmallow, Liir? I've plenty."

[likethegun]

Sam figured that if he was going to get to know his cabin mates, hanging out at the campfire would be a good way to start, and he smiled when he saw Amber already out there. "Hey, I see you've got the marshmallow situation under control," he said.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber grinned at him. "Yah, I do. I just forgot the baby wipes."

[likethegun]

"Baby wipes?" Sam asked.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

She wiggled her fingers at him. "For sticky fingers."

Amber wasn't the only one that used them, right?

[likethegun]

"That's a really good idea. I never thought about that," Sam said. "The only time I eat sticky campfire food these days is when we're out here in the cabins."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Considerin' this is my first experience with campin', I'm goin' to put it to good use. I do have plenty of marshmallows," she said, waggling her brows at him.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Are those marshmallows?" Jen asked hopefully, emerging from the A side of the cabin.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Yah, you betcha," Amber grinned. "I've got plenty of sticks and marshmallows. Help yourself."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen didn't waste any time grabbing a stick and a handful of marshmallows. "Thanks," she said. "I'm Jen, by the way."

It was a dual function introduction: she got to know her cabinmates, and stalled a little while she tried to get a surreptitious look and see how to do the whole marshmallow-roasting thing.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"I'm Amber Atkins," yes, Amber always included her last name. It was just a thing.

Arching a brow, she watched Jen a moment. "You know, another one of our cabinmates didn't know about the whole roasting thing. I didn't mind explainin' it. At all."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"No, I know what I'm doing," Jen insisted halfheartedly. "It's just been a while, that's all."

Uh huh. That was why she'd tried to make a marshmallow kabob that was going to get her roasted fingers.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber tried not to say anything, really she did.

"That's the neatest marshmallow stick I've ever seen. Um, you just might want to, you know, take one or three off before you poke it in the fire."