Main Campfire - Tuesday After Classes

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Just because Chuck hated making food for himself, it didn't mean that he couldn't do it when times were desperate. S'mores were a meal, right? They better be because Chuck didn't really have the equipment or the will power to try to make anything else. He jacked the ingredients to make them from his cabin's kitchen and headed down to the main campfire since, from what he had seen, it always seemed to be lit. Chuck couldn't start a fire on his own unless you were talking about flipping switch on the fireplace.

Chuck laid down a blanket on a log (as if he was going to get his pants dirty) and sat down. He took a couple moments to light a joint he rolled before shoving a marshmallow on a stick and sticking it in the fire. He could so totally survive in the woods on his own. He just hoped he'd never have to.

[Open campfire is open]

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"Oooh, s'mores," said Hoshi, grabbing a log of her own. "Mind if I grab one?"

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"Go ahead," Chuck said, slipping the joint between his lips long enough to pick up the bag of marshmallows and hand them to the girl. Technically they weren't his marshmallows to give out but he didn't really care.

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"Thanks," said Hoshi. She frowned at the sight of the joint. "Don't tell me you're a smoker, too. Don't you know what cigarette smoke does to your body?"

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Chuck was kind enough to blow the smoke away from Hoshi when he exhaled. "I don't smoke cigarettes. Usually."

He did smoke the occasional one when he was drunk or he had to audition for a TA spot. Man, he loved Tink and Jean-Paul.

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"Well, just remember that those things are addictive," warned Hoshi as she added her marshmallow to the fire.

Then, thinking about it a little more, she added, "Sorry to be such a nag about it. No one smokes anymore where I come from."

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"And where are you from?" Chuck asked. He figured she was from California or something.

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"Kyoto, but actually, when I'm from is a bit more important," she said. "I'm from the mid-22nd century, about 140 years from now."

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Chuck should have been surprised by that. Should have been, but wasn't. This school was getting to him.

"That's quite a time difference. I'm not surprised they stopped smoking. It's inevitable," Chuck said. Just the mention of smoking made him want to take another hit off his joint. So he did. "Do people in the future go to school in the past often?"

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"Actually, they don't seem to think time travel exists in my future, so I'm something of an anomaly," said Hoshi. "I've met people here who are from further out in time, though, so who knows? Maybe eventually they find a way to do it. So far, I've found that most of the time if I just cross the causeway, I'll end up back in my time."

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"That's convenient," Chuck said. "Technically I'm from a year in the past. Not very impressive but still. It's nice to know when I get off the causeway I'll be in 2007."

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"Well, it can still get complicated," said Hoshi. "For example, where I come from, there was a major world war in the late '90s, but that hasn't happened yet in this world. So I'm not sure if I'm just from an alternate Earth or what."

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"The whole thing confuses the hell out of me. I try not to think about it too much," Chuck admitted. Especially when he was stoned because that was a total downer.

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"Tell me about it," said Hoshi, pulling her marshmallow out of the fire and checking to see if it was done. "I found that everything was a lot easier once I stopped worrying about it. Plus, having the extra time and space away from my mother is great."

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Angela was actually just trying to get back to her cabin after class. That wasn't really working out for her.

After about three tries she gave up on that, and sat down near the main campfire.

She shoot a little smile at Chuck. "You'd think walking to somewhere you can actually see in front of you would be easy, right?"

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"You'd think so. This town has some lovely surprises," Chuck smiled at the cute girl. "Although I can't really say your current predicament is too bad. You're here with me, after all. That always makes for a good time."

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Angela grinned. "It's definitely one I can live with," she decided.

"Chuck, right?"

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"That's right," he said, nodding. "And you're in my debauchery class...or my enjoying your teenage years class. Same thing, really."

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"I am," Angela confirmed, beaming at him. "And Blair mentioned you." Because that was the main reason she remembered who he was.

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"Ah," Chuck smiled and looked down at the ground. Blair mentioning him could either be really good or really bad depending on her mood and how much she liked this girl. "Well, since you haven't run away yet I take it she didn't say anything too horrible about me."

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"Just that you were her boyfriend's best friend," Angela told him. "You were worried?"

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"Slightly. Blair's known me my whole life," Chuck explained. "She has many years worth of stories she could tell."

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Angela snickered. "One reason to be glad I move around a lot," she said. "No one knows all the stories."

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"You come with an air of mystery, nice," Chuck said, smiling. "You could start some awesome rumors about yourself and nobody would be able to disprove them."

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"What would be considered an awesome rumour in these parts?" Angela asked.

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Chuck sat back a little and tried to think. "I don't know. It's hard to think of something cool here that someone else hasn't done."

"I'd go with spy if I were you. Sure, there are spies here but there's room to make up unique stories. Of course--" Chuck's grin got wider. "--If you did that you really should wear some leather pants or something in order to fit the part. Spies always wear leather."