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Andromeda Campfire; Monday Evening.

Typically, Turtle's strategy involving campfires was centered on the idea of hopping to ones belonging to people she didn't get stuck living with through the entire day. Tonight, however, she was making an exception, especially when one considered that it was a Monday evening and she was not at the radio station. It was surreal and strange and a little bit frightening, so she wasn't feeling too comfortable with going too far away from the safety of her own, familiar cabin tonight.

She was currently attempting to get a fire started, and not doing too terribly well, even if she had a lighter and everything. With her schedule all out of whack like this, it just seemed nothing was going to work right for her.

If one listened carefully, they might have even heard something that could almost have been a curse word, although nothing more dastardly than "damn it!"

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Lion-o came out from the cabin. "Do you need some help?" he asked.

"Razzum-frazzu--" Turtle looked up at the sound of a voice, blinked, and then shook her head. At least that seemed to confirm her suspicion that one of her cabinmates didn't seem exactly human; she still hadn't gotten a good enough look at him, though.

"Yes, please," she said, holding out the lighter for him to take if he wanted it. "I think it's just being mean to me."

"I think I can help," said Lion-o with a timid smile. He turned around and went back to the cabin entrance. "SNARF! I'd really like a campfire."

Snarf rushed out of the cabin, his paws full of supplies. Within minutes, he had a fire going and was making s'mores.

The first guy, she could handle. Her business partner, after all, was a spotted alien. This, however...

She knew it was impolite to stare and everything, but...

"Ohmygawd," she gushed, "can you teach Nana to do that? I wouldn't hate her half as much if she would make me s'mores."

Lion-o chuckled nervously. "Snarf is really useful like that. Is Nana your nursemaid?" he asked.

"I could give it a try," Snarf chimed in, holding two sticks with marshmallows over the fire. "It wasn't so hard, once I saw how everyone else was making them, and the guy at the store was really helpful."

"No, Nana's the big giant dog in our cabin," Turtle said, including a gesture for the Saint Bernard's general size. "She's currently completely taken over alcove B3, and she's not mine, she's Jeff's. If what he claims about her being from his mother is true, then, yeah, I guess she kind of would be his nursemaid, but she's really awful at it, mostly because she's evil. But she doesn't talk like yours does."

She tilted her head at the...thing. "Snarf is your name? And the store? Which one? Was it my store? Which guy? I want to make sure they're recognized for their good work if they were being helpful!"

"That's kind of boring, if she doesn't talk, but I guess she can't yell at him, then," said Lion-o. "And we call him Snarf, even though that's just the name of his species. His real name is..."

"Not important!" Snarf cut him off. "It was the store with that nice man, G'kar. He was very helpful, snarf snarf."

"He gave us Squishies," added Lion-o, his face lighting up. "And Snarf was a total pig and had two of them."

"Oh! What kind of Squishy did you get?" Not that Turtle was hoping it was Grape Judas or anything. "And it's totally okay to pig out on Squishies," she assured Snarf with a nod. She also sympathized with the whole idea that real names were not important. "G'Kar and I own Turtle & Canary together, although I've owned it a lot longer. And I'm Turtle, hi. I take it you can guess where the 'Turtle' part comes from now."

"Hi Turtle," said Lion-o. "I think I heard you on the radio last week! I'm Lion-o, and this is my faithful squire, Snarf. I think the Squishies we had were Orange something."

Turtle's fingers snapped, although subtly, at her hip. "Good to meet you, Lion-o, and, yup, that was me last week. I've been doing radio on Monday nights for a while now, but, tonight, we're doing auditions, so someone else is..."

Turtle looked...extremely downhearted over this, increasingly so the more she talked.

"Is it fun doing radio? It always sounds like people are having fun," said Lion-o, noticing that Turtle seemed disappointed.

"I wouldn't have been doing it since the dawn of time if it wasn't," Turtle said with a light grin. "I love it; so, if you vote, you'll have to vote for me, yeah?"

"Definitely!" said Lion-o. "Just, you know, mention once or twice that just because I'm not human doesn't mean that I'm weird. Where I come from, everyone is either a cat or a snarf."

"Well, fine, then you can't think we're weird because we are human," Turtle pointed out. "Have you got a lot of that? It must be from the newbies, because, by now, anyone who's been here for a bit knows better. This whole place is weird. But I'll definitely help spread the word."

"I haven't met humans before coming here, but we seem to have a lot in common," said Lion-o. "And yeah, there's been a few people who stared at lot, including my roommate. But I've met others who have been here for a while, and they were really nice."

"Who's your roommate?" Turtle asked, head tilting.

"A boy named Toby," replied Lion-o. "He seemed a little weird at first because he didn't say anything and just stared. But he was nice about letting Snarf stay in the same room."

"The poor boy seems to need some new clothes, though," added Snarf, shivering. "He never seems to have a shirt, snarf snarf."

Turtle facepalmed. "Oy," she muttered. "Yeah. That happens a lot around here, too, although I don't know Toby, so he must be new. But it sounds like he'll fit right in."

"But don't people get cold without wearing shirts? This planet doesn't seem very warm like Thundera," added Lion-o.

Turtle shook her head. "You can't expect logic to work into it, kid. Trust me. They do it because they're stupid boys and think it's all sexy and stuff." Her head shook even more, with how ridiculous it was, especially since way too many stupid girls totally bought into it.

Turtle herself might if she were more exposed to it, but that why she deftly avoided it.

"Oh! It's part of some kind of mating ritual," said Lion-o, his cheeks turning red.

Turtle's palm met her face again. And then her other hand joined in. "Yes," she said, her voice muffled a bit from the burying. "That's one way to put it."

"I, um, think I'll have another s'more now," said Lion-o, eager to talk about something else. Anything else. "They're yummy, these s'mores. We don't have anything like them back home."

Something else was good, yeah.

"Did you mention where it was you were from, Lion-o?"

"I'm from a planet called Thundera," answered Lion-o. "It's an another galaxy far away. It's a volcano planet, so it's really hot and we have a lot of earthquakes."

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