Main Campfire, Monday, After Classes

[raspberryturk]

Sometimes, being a TA rocked.

Other times, Reno ended up standing at a campfire in a black tutu, cute ribbons, and mime make-up, absolutely certain that he hadn't had nearly enough alcohol to be able to do this without crawling under something to die, afterward.

Perhaps surprisingly, getting the tutu had been the easy part. Being a Turk meant that he had connections... well. Everywhere. Ones that tended not to ask questions.

Look! He was in a box! An invisible box! And he could not get out! And he hated you all!

The timer on his phone went off, and he broke into a loud, rousing chorus of I'm a Little Teapot, complete with hand-actions, before he went back into shock-silent mime mode again. Still in that box. Still hating you all.

Marcel Marceau would be rolling over in his grave, right about then.

[So, so open.]

Comments

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

Gwen had meant to wait a couple of days before starting a water-gun fight like Reno has told her to (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1845294.html?thread=115141166#t115141166), but, well, mime. You couldn't blame her for taking advantage of an opportunity, could you?

Which was why a water balloon was gracefully flying through the air towards Reno.

[raspberryturk]

Yep. Reno totally deserved that.

And now he was a soggy mime with runny make-up.

It took great, great effort for him to be able to restrain himself from yelling. He was a mime, after all. Mimes didn't do that sort of thing.

Instead, he decided that it would be a better idea to mime a machete. Stabby motions! Stabby motions of frustrated, soggy rage!

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

Gwen was very um, intimidated, yes, by the stabby motions, really.

Ignore the giggling.

[withoutverona]

Romeo was just going to stand there and laugh at Reno hating them all.

And possibly hold Dojima over his head so she got a better view.

Could rabbits laugh, too? She was making a good attempt at it.

[raspberryturk]

Reno was about to mime out very elaborately how he was going to tie Romeo and Dojima both down and then stuff them both into tutus as well.

Except the timer went off. Again.

"I'M A LITTLE TEAPOT-" Who hates you alllll~

[withoutverona]

Dojima kicked impatiently at Romeo's shoulder. Red was embarrassing himself! Didn't Romeo have a camera? He was useless.

"Patience," murmured Romeo, who did have a camera on his phone, as he had an idea. Gravely, he held the rabbit out to the little teapot, short and stout, mouthing, "Dojima."

[intraspective]

...

...

Yeah, that would be Ino bursting into giggles as she stared wide-eyed at what Reno was doing.

[raspberryturk]

Hey. An invisible bicycle. If only those stupid things were actually functional, Reno would just get onto it and ride the hell out of there.

Instead, he managed to fail terribly at ignoring the giggling and the staring.

Reno was redder than ever before. And he still couldn't get onto the damn fake bike.

Being a mime, he decided, was freaking stupid.

[intraspective]

It was utterly priceless to be watching though.

Ino's giggles didn't stop, but she did call out, "Your face is getting to be as red as your hair, you know."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka snerked a few times and then broke out laughing. And... didn't really stop. Eventually, his face turned red and he started running out of breath.

"You... You.... What happened to YOU?!?!?"

[raspberryturk]

Being a mime was going to turn into an exercise in patience, humility, self-control, and charades.

Really, Reno had no idea how to mime out "John Sheppard's fault, from class," so he just reached up to mess his hair into slightly weirder directions than the usual, and proceeded to scowl some more.

Not because Sheppard was particularly prone to scowling. But because Reno was having a difficult time taking Sokka's laughter with a grain of salt.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka blinked at the messy hair. "John Sheppard did this to you?" he gasped between chuckles, meaning it as a joke.

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

Now this was entertainment for John. "That tutu looks mighty fine, Reno," he remarked with a smirk and trying not to laugh. Too hard. Turnabout was always fair play after all.

[raspberryturk]

Turnabout was always fair play. Reno was going to be damn sure to be there with a camera for John's pogo-stick routine, if at all possible.

But, since this was really something of a friendly competition, Reno offered a smirk and a bit of a curtsy, instead.

The miming was starting to get to his brain. It was kind of sad, really.

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John really couldn't do much but laugh at the curtsy. "This is possibly the best destiny ever. Assuming you don't end up tangled in mime-rope."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was ambling by with a tiny blue-tongued friend in tow (he still did not know where the rest of the skinks went), and just stopped and stared at Reno.

"What the hell?"

[ooc: SP? leaving for work.]

[raspberryturk]

Reno was just about to launch into a routine involving an invisible molotov cocktail when he noticed the addition to the audience.

And whatever the freaky lizard thing was in Jack's arms.

Huh.

Ah well. Jack and his freaky lizard were a perfect target to toss the imaginary bomb at before diving behind the invisible sandbags for cover. It was therapeutic, in a way. Even if Jack probably had no freaking clue what was going on.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"What the hell?!" was Jack's well-reasoned reaction as he dived on the ground to avoid whatever Reno was throwing.

And what the hell was he wearing?

Jack's new friend hissed at Reno, blue tongue and all.

[the_merriest]

So on the one hand, it was entirely possible that her boyfriend had completely lost his mind. Which was probably a cause for concern and all.

More likely, this was some kind of gremlin bite, which meant she should feel kinda bad and see if he was okay.

Or else this was something he managed to do to his own damn self, which really, was just as likely as the gremlin bite explanation.

Look, she'd figure it out in a minute, when she stopped laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.

[raspberryturk]

Oh, hey! Rikku!

Reno blew her a silent raspberry and offered her a nod hello. He was making an ass of himself! He'd toss her his phone for blackmail before she would be forced to steal it. After all, everyone else had photos already. He wouldn't want his girlfriend to be left out.

[the_merriest]

Rikku bowed her appreciation. Okay, so he was in his right mind, which meant laughing and mocking was totally appropriate.

She caught his phone and blew him a kiss. Hey, did this thing have a video option on it? Dang.

"So who'd you piss off?"

[isourking.livejournal.com]

Ron wasn't trying to get to any kind of campfire ring.

However once he got here he wasn't leaving for anything. In fact he sat down and wished he had some popcorn.

[raspberryturk]

Reno was still pulling himself along with the mime-rope.

Oh, no, wait. Now that he'd noticed Ron, he was fashioning a noose out of the mime-rope. Versatile stuff, it was!

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke hadn't meant to be here at all, but she hadn't been able to find her cabin all damn morning. However, she could watch this for now.

Grinning, she asked, "If I asked for a picture, how much would you hate me?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno considered for a moment. And then he held out one hand to one side. And the other hand to the other side. As far apart as he could reach.

About that much. Give or take.