Rumor Gal Campfire, Friday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Shortly after Rangering class, Arthur had made it back to his cabin with some of yesterday's catch firmly in hand. Now, he was outside, by the campfire, one skewer of freshly cleaned rabbit-flesh already in place over the open fire while he busied himself with his knife, getting ready to tackle the second rabbit.

It was of ease to him, and for that he was grateful. Shoving the first rabbit's fur aside where it wouldn't look so out of place, Arthur considered the flames, and thought about...

...Well, the locals would call it lunch.

Lunch was safe and good.

[[ open campfire, sure! ]]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was out after her morning run, and had been thinking of heading into town to find lunch, but the sight of whatever Arthur was skewering had her wandering over to blink at him.

"Eurrrgh."

Not eloquent, but still expresive.

[bitchprince]

"Dinah," Arthur greeted, blatantly ignoring that particular greeting as he poked at the skewer.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Is there even enough meat on that to eat?" Dinah asked, fascinated in spite of herself. "Once you get the fur off and the... um, gut out?" Then, "Hi, Arthur."

[bitten_notshy]

"Lovely noise," Jack commented, smiling slightly. "Hello, Dinah."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah grinned at him. "I'm an actress, you know?" She snickered. "We have a vast repertoire of expressive noises! How've you been?"

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

Griff noticed Dinah, of course. But he'd also heard she'd gotten a visit from a mutual fri-well, someone they both knew, leaving him unsure if she'd want to talk to him. But he did hazard a smile in her direction, just in case.

[intraspective]

It'd be rude to ignore someone, and that was really just too funny, so Ino gave Dinah a bit of a nod.

There, totally polite. Excellent.

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

"Omigod ewwwwwwww what is that?!" Claudia shrieked shrieked, wrinkling up her nose.

[bitchprince]

Arthur winced. "It's a rabbit," he said, flatly. What was she, part bird or something?

[intraspective]

"Food," Ino said brightly. "Only not pre-packaged and laden with preservatives."

[badassfullback.livejournal.com]

"Well that reminds me of home," Riggins commented as he was walking by the campfire. What? He was from Texas. "Did you catch that yourself?"

[bitchprince]

"Of course. Yesterday," Arthur answered, promptly, "So it's not entirely fresh, but it's edible."

[intraspective]

It wasn't everyday that you saw someone actually cooking like that here. Ino contemplated that.

"Rabbit?" she asked lightly. "Rather wee for one of the teal deer, after all."

And Ino was pretty sure the island was low on other things it could be.

...unless he was roasting a student. Ino was just going to go with: no, no he was not.

[bitchprince]

"I don't shoot the blue deer," Arthur offered, without actually bothering to look up at her. "You never know what kind of curses may come from such prey."

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

After class, Eric was wandering back to the campground when the aroma of roasting meet wafted to his nose.

"Rabbit?" he asked, as he approached. "I haven't had rabbit in ages."

[bitchprince]

Oh, look, it was someone even further down on his list of people that he wanted to talk to than Francine.

"That's a pity," he said, idly, and stuck to his work.

Maybe Eric would just wander off on his own. Just this once, universe?

[intraspective]

Ino studied him.

"Have we actually talked before?" Ino inquired. "Or have I just seen you around?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Eric," Jack said, with a grateful smile that was only partially because Eric's presence made him feel less conspicuously short. "How are you? I never see you outside rehearsals."

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

Campfires with dead animals. Could only mean one thing.

"Lunchtime already?" Griff asked, deciding he could use pleasant, guilt-free interaction with other humans.

[bitchprince]

"An afternoon meal," Arthur agreed, glancing up in order to identify the almost-familiar voice. "You're-- Griss?"

[intraspective]

"Hi Griff!" Ino said, with a bit of a wave.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack waved a little at Griff. "It seems to be. How have you been? Good week? Bad week?"

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

"Griff, that is gross. We don't eat things that are cute! We eat ugly things, like chickens."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was fairly sure that whatever the animal was (rabbit or squirrel, from the shape), he couldn't eat it, and that made him grateful for the bread and fruit still settling in his belly as he wandered by the campfire.

Still, he hesitated near the fire for a moment, mostly because the crowd was growing and he had nothing else to do. "Hello."

[bitchprince]

"Afternoon," Arthur returned. It was getting a bit busy in here, all things considering. "Jack, right?"