Scorpius Campfire, Monday after classes

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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."

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

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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

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She nodded. "Mosquitoes are highly unpleasant."

Amber stuck another marshmallow on her stick and held it against the fire. "So what classes are you takin' this summer, Peter?"

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

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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..."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Fighting 101 and Intergalactic Justice," Peter said. "You?"

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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.

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"College; about how to get in and stay in, Karaoke," here Amber grinned wide, "and Mad Kings and Queens. Three courses so very different from one another, I know, but I couldn't help myself. Especially with the karaoke."

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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.

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"Karaoke sounds interesting," Peter admitted. "How exactly do they judge you for that?"

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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?"

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Amber shrugged. "I guess if you manange to get all the words sung at all the right times. My karaoke moments have only been limited to the shower when I'm singin' along with my radio, and then I suppose that really isn't at all karaoke," she answered, chuckling at herself.

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"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."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"So are we going to see you at Caritas next?" Peter asked. "Practicing to become the next American Idol?"

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"Sure," though he wasn't as familiar with them as he perhaps should be as anything other than another kind of food. Their connection to campgrounds and fires and such was entirely unknown to him.

"Thank you," he says before closing his book and putting a small placemarker in.

"Why do you have it on the stick?"

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"No," she laughed. "No, one day I hope to become just like my idol, Diane Sawyer. Caritas could be fun one night, but just one."

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"I would totally go to cheer you on if you did," Peter said.

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Amber wasn't sure if he was just picking with her or not, but she wasn't going to ask and appear rude in any way at all. She moved in a chair closer to his and handed him a stick. "The stick, Liir, is what you stick your marshmallow on. Like this," she plucked one from the bag on her lap and added it with her first marshmallow, so she would roast two instead of one. "Now you put one on your stick," she handed him the bag so he could grab one, "and then we poke our sticks in the fire so we can roast them."

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"Even if I'm a lousy singer?" asked Amber.

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"So we don't get anything in the kitchen sticky?"

He smiled, a little more genuinely now. The longer he spoke, the easier it was to push away his irritation. Maybe he shouldn't have hidden away.

"I've never heard of such a thing." He laughed. "Then again, I haven't camped since I came here, and we don't have marshmallows at home."