Precocious Ponies campfire, Wednesday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

After hearing the radio broadcast the night before, Dean had headed over to the seniors cabin and had found Meg the barbie doll just as the radio had said. And unlike his own stint as a doll, she didn't seem capable of independent movement so he felt it behooved him to keep her safe when she couldn't do it herself.

And since it seemed somehow rude to leave her alone in his alcove which explained why he was out here sitting by the fire with various campfire junkfood on one side and Meg the barbie doll sitting on the log beside him on the other.

"So," he said as it fell on him to carry the conversation since she couldn't talk. "Fandom sure is weird isn't it?"

[ooc: open as campfires are.]

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[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

She wrinkled her nose. "It must have been very hard for both of you."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean shrugged. "Stuff is rough all over. You get through it alive and sane, you're doing okay in my book."

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

"Alive I am," she told him with a half smile. "Sane... some people might quibble over that, but that's only because they don't like me."