Franklin Delano Roosevelt Campfire, Monday Evening

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

There was a proper firepit! Of course this meant Merlin was outdoors, getting the fire going. Yes, even doing it the normal way.

Because he was simply far too excited for things that made sense again! If only a little bit.

Not that he wasn't fond of indoor plumbing, of course...

"Come on then," Merlin grumbled, blowing on the tiny, tiny embers he'd somehow--against all odds--had encouraged to spark to life.


[[Open like a campfire!]]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack was not a fan of the idea of camping, no. He might be from a hundred-odd years ago, but that didn't mean he liked things small and primitive. Give him a nice hotel with proper gaslights and servants to tidy things away, any day.

Still. The day of the move hadn't been all bad, especially considering a post yet to be put up, and he was in a pleasant enough mood as he roamed the campgrounds.

"Is it too damp to light more?" he asked the young man blowing on a bed of embers. Lighting a fire, clearly was a spectator sport.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley went and plopped down out at the campfire. He was armed and ready for this.

Marshmallows, Hershey bars, and graham crackers.

"Dude, tonight we feast like kings."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Well..." Probably. "Not if I can get it going well enough."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin perked right up, recognizing those things from the power outage. "We may need more of those."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle, of course, had a firm belief in visiting everyone's else's campfire during the cabin bit; the whole point was to get out and talk to all sorts of people. There was quite a lot going on at the main fire, she noticed, and maybe she'd head over there in a little bit, but, for now? FDR it.

"Hey, how's it going?" she greeted everyone in general.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"I'm totally expecting to blow, like, an entire month's worth of pay on s'mores fixings," Hurley said. "These things are awesome."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Because it wasn't a lame cabin.

Merlin glanced up from his attempts at the fire to wave back slightly at her. "Hullo!"

[bitten_notshy]

"If it lights more that certainly would prove it's not too damp," Jack agreed, then started fussing about on the ground looking for more twigs. "A fire would be cheerful."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"In one night?" Well, that was the important question here.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"...not one night," Hurley said. "Like, during the time out here in the cabins."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's... been some times since I needed to do this," Merlin admitted a bit sulkily. He was simply lucky Arthur wasn't around for this.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

New kid! Turtle jumped on the chance to talk with him a little, searching through her very complex list of people met at the picnic to find his name since she was pretty sure...

"Hi," she gave him a little wave. "...Jack, right?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You don't know how much people can eat, though."

[bitten_notshy]

"I don't have any matches, either," Jack said, with some sympathy. "Though the rain would make even those a bit useless."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had barely shown up in time for her first class, had her class schedule and cabin assignment, and now was wandering around looking for amusement.

Lo. Amusement.

"Are we communing with nature, darling?" she drawled. "Or did we lose our contact?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Exactly," Jack said, a bit impressed she had it. His name had been chosen in part for its blandness, after all. "And you are the lovely Turtle."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Heeeey. Merlin, right?"

It was the ears, kind of a dead give-away even if Turtle hadn't talked to him in forever.

"How's it going?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Kneeling back, Merlin frowned at the wimpy little fire. "Those matches smell awful."

There was a beat as Merlin managed to remember his manners.

"Are you new here?

Or maybe not.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

...heeeeey. Those ears were perfectly normal, thank you.

"It would certainly be better if I could get the fire going," Merlin admitted.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Ah, thank you, head lexicon of information! Turtle smiled brightly back, in part because of her success in the guess and in part because it never hurt to be called lovely, even though it was pretty much a crock and Jack was probably just one of those kinds of guys.

"That's right!" she said. "How are you settling in? Is this your cabin?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin glanced up to see... Oh dear. He was certainly glad to find that Arthur was not suddenly a girl.

He hoped.

"Is that another word that means something else?" he asked with the practiced ease of someone used to the Prince of all Prats.

[bitten_notshy]

"I don't find them so bad. The ease makes up for the scent," said Jack, who had displayed a distinct lack of manners himself thus far. "And I am. My name is Jack Priest. It's a pleasure to meet you."

... there, etiquette located.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I take it you've already tried matches?"

[bitten_notshy]

He was entirely one of those guys, but it had never hurt him.

"I seem to be settling in well enough," he said. "Though I haven't had any classes yet, and I imagine that will be the real test. And no, this isn't mine, I was just passing by. I'm in ... it has Quincy in the name, I know that much."

The cabin names meant exactly nothing to Jack.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"They smell." Because that was so much worse than not having s'mores, Merlin.