Wormhole X-Treme Campfire [Thursday Morning]

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Sleep-singing seemed to work up an appetite. Kyle, always knowing where the food was, managed to put together the makings of a big breakfast. If it was a breakfast food and cookable, chances were he had it. And if not? Well, he was happy to make bacon and eggs for anyone who stopped by. Or a sausage and egg burrito. There was salsa around here somewhere.

Kyle started working on the fire and found himself humming quietly.

[OOC - open to all who want breakfast and/or a song]

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[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

Gwen followed her nose in the direction of the fire. "Morning," she grinned.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Kyle greeted. "Pull up a log or a chair or whatever you feel like sitting on. Fire's not hot enough yet, but I'm making breakfast if you're interested."

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

"I would be very interested," Gwen replied. "I'm Gwen by the way, Gwen Cooper."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Any relation to George?" he asked, poking at the fire. The dream he'd had had left him in a sour mood, but the light from the fire and the thought of freshly cooked food was cheering him up. "Kyle Reese," he added by way of introduction.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Hey, uhhh," Hurley racked his brain. "I don't think we've met, actually."

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

"Gwen," she said. "I think I've seen you around in class."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I thought you looked familiar," Hurley said. "I'm Hurley. That's a pretty neat accent you've got. Where are you from?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Dude, awesome," Hurley said. He sat down at the fire and warmed his hands. "What's up, man?"

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Breakfast, once I get this going to the right temperature," Kyle replied. And not any weird singing at all, really. "You want some?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Hey, if you're offering, I'm eating," Hurley said. "You getting settled in all okay and stuff?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

George was rubbing his eyes as he stumbled out of the cabin.

"Were ye just singin', Kyle?" he asked.

It had to have been a dream.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"I don't know why it's happening!" Kyle protested. "I think I'm sick, but Gwen - who's a Cooper but not related to you so she says - says you don't get singing viruses."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Is she sure?" George asked worriedly. "Y'never know the weird illnesses that come about in th' summer."

But then, she was a Cooper apparently and probably right.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"It's one of those things, dude," Hurley said. "You must be new."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Aye, but singin'?" he asked, sounding horrified.

No, he wasn't going to do that, and George's lips clenched tight over his teeth.

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Gwen chirped, nodding at George.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"An' a good mornin' t'you!" George replied, giving the girl a crooked grin. "Would ye be th' lass who's the other Cooper?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack kept singing something under his breath about pirate skulls and bones. If he wasn't hungry, he would lie down until it went away.

"Good morning, Kyle," he said, resiting the uncomfortable urge to trill as he took a seat near the fire. "You're cooking?"

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"I'm cooking," Kyle replied with a firm nod. "Seemed like a good way to start the day. I don't mind sharing if you don't mind waiting."

[bitten_notshy]

"I am a patient boy, I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait," which ... came out slightly more melodically than Jack had expected. "Sorry. There seems to be a throat ... thing. And no, not at all. Thank you."

[longislandiceme]

"Sometimes trouble finds you,
Sometimes you spark it,
You may come out on the right side
But that doesn't make you the smart kid..." Bobby was singing as he wandered around the campsite in search of breakfast.

And look, there was breakfast! "Hey Kyle," he said with a grin. He hadn't actually noticed anything odd about the singing yet. "You sharing?"

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"If I ever have food, you're always welcome to share. Take a seat, Bobby. It won't take long to finish up. You get stuck with the singing thing too?"

Then he started singing before Bobby could reply.

"It's always more fun
To share with everyone
It's always more fun
To share with everyone
If you have two
Give one to your friend
If you have three
Give one to your friend and me
It's always more fun
To share with everyone!"

He cleared his throat. "I did, in case you didn't notice."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby held up one hand in a 'stop' gesture, and then...

"All right stop! collaborate and listen!
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow..."

"Uh. Apparently the answer is yes?" Bobby frowned. "...Now that I think about it, I'm not even sure I know that other song."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Bobby!" George called a greeting. "Watch out! There's a singin' goin' around and catchin' people!"

Which may have been a warning too late.

"Kyle! Bobby! Yer good friends!," he said as the music started to swell.

"Consider yourself at home.
Consider yourself one of the family.
We've taken t'you so strong.
Tis clear we're going to get along."

George had started to dance. A little hop-skip number, gods help him.

"Consider yourself well in
Consider yourself par to the furniture.
There isn't a lot to spare.
Who cares? What ever we've got we share!

If it should chance to be
We should see
Some harder days
Empty larder days
Why grouse?
Always a-chance we'll meet
Somebody
To foot the bill
Then the drinks are on the house!"

If Kyle and Bobbby weren't watching out, George was going to wrap an arm around both their shoulders and try to draw them into the dance.

"Consider yourself our mate.
We do't want t' have no fuss,
For after some consideration, we can state...
Consider yourself
One of us!"

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was too late for Kyle. He leapt to his feet, thankfully leaving the frying pan to cook on the fire, and joined in on the dance and ready to answer any prompts for more singing.