Main Campfire, Monday Evening

[longislandiceme]

"No, Kate, you can't have a s'more," Bobby said sternly to the cat who was currently nosing around the s'more ingredients he'd set up. "Because s'mores aren't for cats, that's why."

No, he couldn't actually understand cat. He's just Bobby, and physically incapable of shutting up for more than a few minutes at a time.

[ooc: open! location moved 'cos I'm a dolt who didn't notice there was already an evening post set at Ninth Hell. not deleting this time, I promise.]

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[puppy_fair]

Okay, so Zack's eyes were slightly blackened from a hilt-to-the-face that he'd received earlier in the day, and he was carrying a wad of toilet paper in his pocket on the chance that his nose started to bleed again, but he was still in a darn chipper mood was he wandered out to the Main Campfire to see if there was anything going on there.

You'd be in a good mood too, if you'd managed to beep the nose of Prince Arthur Pendragon.

"Bobby! ... Bobby's roomie! Hey, guys!"

[longislandiceme]

"Zack, hey!" Bobby waved. "So, uh. Guess you got my phone call, huh?"

[intraspective]

Ino lobbed a marshmallow in his general direction.

Mostly because it amused her.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oooh," Turtle couldn't help but note with a grin, "a newbie's made it out to the main campfire. And he brought s'mores, too. Off to a good start, Bobby."

[longislandiceme]

"...Yes I know you're not actually a cat," Bobby told Kate-the-cat with a long-suffering sigh. "But it's still not a good idea. I'll make you some when you're human again, okay?" He looked up as he noticed Turtle. "Turtle! Hey! Campfires without s'mores or at least marshmallows are just sad. And I wouldn't want a sad campfire, would you?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir, Makejoy in tow, made his way to the main campfire with his notebook and a couple of jars of lemonade. He took his seat, waved to those already there, and smiled cheerfully as he scribbled in the book.

[longislandiceme]

"Um, hey," Bobby said, glancing at the dog and then at Kate. "Your dog's okay around cats, right? Cause this... isn't an actual cat, she's my roommate." And, yeah, he was feeling a little protective of her at the moment.

[intraspective]

Ino totally had to stealthily sneak up behind him and put her hands lightly over his eyes.

"Guess who?" she asked, amused.

[noluckwithmen.livejournal.com]

Tosh had wandered out of her cabin, figuring she might as well try to be a bit social. "Aw, is that your cat?"

[longislandiceme]

"Nope," Bobby shook his head. "That's my roommate."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack waved at the new girl.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine had wanted to check in on Kate after last night's radio, so on her way back from town with doughnuts, she'd knocked on the door of 9th Hell cabin. There was no kittified little sib nor roomie-of-same-who-she-hadn't-yet-met, but at least she got pointed in the right direction.

And indeed, there at the main campfire was a boy with a cat. "Is that Kate?" she asked. And then, "Sorry, hi, I'm Francine."

[longislandiceme]

"It is, yeah," Bobby said. "How'd you know?" Maybe she'd talked to Jean or something?

[intraspective]

Ino, who'd gotten bored of reading, wandered out covering a yawn with one hand.

"Nice fire," she decided. "New, right?"

[longislandiceme]

"Yeah, I just lit it a few minutes ago," Bobby joked.

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

Eve didn't have a whole lot of time left on the island, so she was determined to make the most of it. Which was why she was now sitting in front of the main campfire and roasting a marshmallow.

And yelling obscenities when it gooped off the stick and into the fire. "That's the THIRD FRAKKIN' ONE THAT'S DONE THAT! WHAT THE FRAK?"

[longislandiceme]

"...Um." Bobby just kind of stared. "Are you okay?" he asked.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh, s'mores," Jack said, wandering by and catching sight of marshmallows on fire. "Got room for one more?"

[longislandiceme]

"Sure, man," Bobby said, waving to an empty spot around the campfire. "Fire for everyone."

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

"Good evening," Zayne said as he walked up to the campfire. "Is that food?" He had to check. S'mores were something they didn't actually have in his galaxy.

[intraspective]

"It's marshmallows and chocolate and graham crackers," she said, with a laugh. "It's, uh, snack food."

It couldn't really count as normal food.

[longislandiceme]

"It's edible, but not too much nutrition-wise. That's why it's good." This was like, the third time this week he'd ended up explaining food. It was beginning to be a theme.

[iamnotallgirl]

Jill wandered out to the campfire and looked around at all the people. Well. No time like the present. "Hi! I'm Jill," she said to the group at large. Even if there was someone there she already knew, she figured a blanket introduction couldn't be too bad a thing, right?

[longislandiceme]

"Hey, Jill," Bobby waved. "I'm Bobby and there's still some s'more stuff left if you want any."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

The main campfire seemed to be well-populated tonight. Elena toyed lightly with her cigarettes, but put them back into her pocket before joining the circle. She'd observe, first.

She took a seat, glancing around, trying to assess the situation. It was hard to turn off those sorts of things, but she managed a few smiles for the faces that looked back at her. Especially the feline one.

"Evening," she said, to no one in particular.

[puppy_fair]

Ooh, a face he kinda recognized!

... Sorta! Which was close enough for Zack!

"Hey there! Feeling better after that whole mess on Friday morning?"