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Samhain Celebration - Main Campfire of the Cabins, Sunday, Dusk

Having ~~handwavilyomg~~ put up some very, very poorly spelled signs with Tara for people to know about this, Merlin was more than happy to get things started.

If only because there had been some rather insistent candy yesterday and he'd tried some out of pity and now believed Halloween may be evil. So, there was that.

But he had everything all set up and hopefully there wouldn't be an attack of some also horrible sweet from his time. But this was Fandom, so that was an actual concern. Damn Fandom.

[[Have at!]]

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"Good," Katchoo murmured, inching closer. "Bet I can think of something else that'll help a great deal."

Someone had massive sexual frustration issues to work out. So Raven was going to find a tongue down her throat any second now, quite possibly.

Raven was trying to sort out that sexual frustration she was sensing, as it wasn't something she was entirely familiar with. Unless it was her own. "What did you have in mind?" she began to say, and then she was suddenly backed up against a tree and becoming very very familiar with Katchoo's lips and tongue.

"Katchoo?" Francine might have taken a moment or ten to talk to people by the food, but she did come back with a bowl of stew eventually -- only to find Katchoo not where she'd left her.

It didn't take a lot of looking around to spot that shade of hair, though, over by a tree talking to Raven, so Francine headed that w--- THAT WAS NOT TALKING!

"K-- KATCHOO?"

Shhhhh, busy here! Not talking, no, but there were definitely mouths involved. And tongues. Also, quite possibly, some roaming hands, one of which disengaged itself from Raven's hair long enough to wave at Francine in a hang on a sec, snogging here gesture.

You better believe that tree was being put to good use, too.

Raven...was flailing. She put her hands up against Katchoo's chest to try to ward her off, but the effort was half-hearted due to her ingrained pacifist ways. To an observer, it might actually look more like groping.

"What... WHAT?" Since she already owed Arthur her life savings and possibly her firstborn child in royalty fees, she figured she might as well go for the third. "WHAT??! Chewie?" The last word a bit quieter but three times as stricken as any that came before.

Katchoo exhaled an exasperated sigh and pulled back reluctantly from Raven, turning to give Francine a betrayed look over her shoulder.

"Francie, do we have to do this now?"

It would be an understatement to say Raven was very confused by what was going on. She took a step back, overwhelmed by Francine and Katchoo's storm of emotions. "I...I...." she stammered, failing to over anything useful, let alone an explanation.

Francine would be projecting three times that amount of confusion, as the third layer of a delicious cake, resting atop the sadness and betrayal. Real betrayal, not the you're bugging me while I'm trying to mack on someone else kind.

"N--no." She wasn't even trying to blink back tears, just shaking her head nonsensically and turning to leave. "No." It might have been an answer, but it was mostly just no.

This was normally where Katchoo would drop everything and go after Francine, but -- that wasn't happening today.

Tomorrow she was going to be pissed about that. "I'll find you later, Francie, okay?" she asked, a vaguely guilty tone seeping into her voice but not enough of one to make her pull away.

"Francine," Raven started to say. "I am sorry. I...." She didn't know what else to say.

Francine just shook her head, stumbling off anywhere but here.

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