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Starburst Campfire [Saturday, Late Morning]

Chuck had acquired a talky ten-year-old, somewhere between the time he went to bed on Thursday night, and been woken up on Friday morning with an unending stream of Japanese chatter in his ear.

... And no Gameboy.

They might not understand each other on a linguistic level, but they did have some very similar tastes in food and entertainment, at least. So this wasn't so bad, and they were out near the campfire (unlit, because he didn't trust himself near open flames, let alone himself with a little kid), entertaining him throwing stones to try and knock targets, empty cans and the like, off the logs around the fire pit while trying to encourage him to eat the odd slice of cold pizza for breakfast between rounds.

[[Open campfire!]]

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It seemed to be an absolute crime to spend too much time in the cabins, and Ariel was realizing that it was a good thing to think so. Each time she'd ventured out in search of campfires with people, she found boys she was pretty sure she didn't know. So that's why she was hopping over toward Starburst from Jelly Bean, and, once getting there, waved her hand in greeting before cocking a thumb toward the kid, because what was up with that? Little brother, or something?

Chuck grinned, offering a wave to the girl as she bounced their way, and, after a few moments, following her question about... the kid who he really didn't want to have to call a games console.

"Oh! Yeah, he's uh--" He leaned to cover the boy's ears, no matter than he wouldn't understand. Just in case. "Not normally a person. You know?" Around here, you had to know. At least a little.

Ariel's head tilted; when the cute one covered the littler one's ears, she was expecting something terribly juicy but that, really, was just at first confusing. But then she blinked and the reminder that she wasn't normally a human came to mind, and maybe he meant something like that? So her expression went instantly knowing, a light of understanding going off and she nodded, then shrugged her shoulders, because what could you do?

Then she eyed the ten year old, wondering what he as before. And if he had to trade up practically his soul to be human, too. Though, hopefully, he had to do something other than kissing to keep it, because, yeah, way too young.

Yeah, Chuck wasn't even sure how this worked. But he couldn't really keep their (well, his) conversation muted from the kid for long, since he was giggling and trying to yank the hands away.

"All over radio last night. People's... stuff, coming alive like this. It's, uh, a little weird." Understatement. "But adorable, right?"

Lindsay was once again sitting on the front steps of her own cabin when she spotted people at one of the other campfires. She, along with her human jacket, wandered over.

"Hey Chuck," she greeted, spotting the ten-year-old. "You too, huh?"

She assumed he knew what she meant.

Wait. Stuff?

Now Ariel kind of stared. And he was kind of a cute kid, she'll give him that, but what kind of stuff had he been?

And why was her stuff all still stuff?

She arched an eyebrow at the tall guy, a questioning one, an expectant one. What sort of stuff had the kid been before?

Chuck, peered around her at the guy... who he guessed from that introduction, wasn't usually. "One of those weekends, I guess?" he offered, nodding his yes to that question.

"Doing alright with... everything?" Read: probably finding a strange man sleeping on her floor one morning. That had to be weirder than a Japanese kid under your bed.

... Or possibly not.

"Um... I play games. Like, little handheld electronic ones," he explained, indicating a space the size of a brick between his hands. "And I woke up yesterday, and it was gone... and he was there."

Meanwhile, the Gameboy that wasn't was bouncing his way over to Ariel and cheerfully trying to stuff a stone into her hand, no matter if she wanted it or not.

"Definitely one of those weekends," Lindsay agreed. "Doing as alright as I can. Um, anyway, this is uh...do you even have a name?"

"Call me whatever you want since I'm owned by you. Well, technically, I'm owned by your dad."

"Right. Uh, This is usually my army jacket," she told Chuck.

The jacket waved. "Hey."

"Heeey... Jacket." Somehow that was better than just leaving it nameless. "Am I allowed to call you whatever I like, like that?" It had seemed fitting, but was probably something worth asking, out of politeness.

"Sure," the jacket replied with a shrug.

"He's pretty mellow," Lindsay explained. "And agreeable."

Which surprised her since he was made for a war.

"Mine is not mellow." As might be obvious since he throwing stones at cans with one hand, eating pizza with the other, and managing to do both with a surprising amount of enthusiasm.

"Meet... my Gameboy." Chuck didn't bother with the ear-covering this time around. "I'm going with 'Little Guy'." Endearing nicknames over calling him a piece of electronics.

Ariel was trying to follow what the tall boy was saying about games and things, but she wasn't doing a very good job; she was distracted by the little Asian kid trying to shove something into her hand. She took it; she didn't really have a choice, and then blinked down at her hand as she opened it to see what it was.

And then looked at the kid like he might be a little bit nuts, which was saying a lot for a girl who 1) didn't say anything and 2) collected forks.

What was this for?

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What it was for was illustrated with yet more bouncing (pizza and candy for breakfast, perhaps not the greatest plan) and a string of Japanese that it was unlikely she'd understand.

"He's... throwing them at the cans. To knock them off," Chuck filled in. "Uh, hi, by the way. I'm Chuck."

"That's cute," Lindsay said, smiling at the name. "Sometimes I think about calling this guy "Stoner," that's how mellow he can be."

The jacket raised an eyebrow. "Except drugs are bad."

Lindsay was almost certain he was saying this because there was a ten-year-old in their vicinity.

"I... have never done them," Chuck admitted, catching some of that vibe and shooting a glance towards the little dude with the stones. "But if the after school specials... and you, say so, who am I to disagree, right?"

"I think they show one of those at my school every year," Lindsay said. They weren't any more effective than those lame skits the Sober Students perform as far as she could tell anyway.

"Oh, well I am happy to report, that I have not been forced to sit through one in the year I've been here." Which, he imagined, meant they wouldn't have to in the next one. With any luck.

"I think they figure we've got so much of... this--" he said, indicating Jacket and Li'l Gameboy Kid "--No offence." To Jacket. "That drugs are a little unnecessary." This whole island was trippy, no help required.

...nope, not a word. But Ariel, brows lifted, still made sure to make it seem like she was listening and that she understood, nodding her head slowly. When Chuck gave an explanation (and his name), she couldn't help looking over at him with a grateful smile. She didn't know if he'd understand sign language, but she couldn't just go on not returning the favor, so she took a moment to slowly sign out her name in response (A-R-I-E-L!) and gave a little wave of it's nice to meet you.

She glanced back toward the boy and took a second to point at the cans. Those cans? Then held up with rock. With this rock?

The kid nodded enthusiastically in confirmation, and tried to load her with several more of his stones. Because the best way to get her to join in, was to supply with as many as possible.

Lucky enough, Chuck was getting quite good at this whole communicating without words lark the last twenty-four hours, and grinned at her as she got chatted at.

"Other people shoot targets, we toss stones at them. It's... safer."

"There are enough weird things happening here to make us feel like we're on drugs already," Lindsay said, shaking her head in slight amusement.

"Point," Jacket added.

As if the kid really needed to convince her that much; still, Ariel let him pile up the stones in her hand as she snorted slightly at what Chuck said, because, really, that sort of depended on how you threw them. She smirked at Chuck a little before holding out her hand to the little boy to say that she was probably pretty good and then shifted one of the stones to that hand to get it ready to throw.

It would be just like baseball, from the other week in class, right?

Ariel wound up for the pitch, and the rock sailed no where near the cans, but somewhere in the vague vicinity, finding itself in some brush.

...well, at least it didn't find itself through a cabin window, right?

"Actually, I have got away really lightly lately," Chuck admitted. "Um, you know, games console turned small kid aside."

"... Which is terrifying, because obviously its going to come bite me now."

You'll have to excuse the boy's snicker, and the way he snagged a stone back out of the pile in her hand to show her juuust how to aim best.

Or just aim how he did, which was of course, the best. In his opinion.

And it did hit! Ignore the way he was about three feet closer to the can than she was, and had a bit of practice. He still looked extremely proud when he grinned back at her, bobbing on his toes.

"You know, I don't think you'll ever escape now," Chuck noted. "He has obviously found a prettier playmate than me, and you'll not be allowed to leave."

Ariel was giving the kid a look like yeah, nice going, shortstack; you try hitting the cans when you're used to throwing stuff underwater. Then let's see how you do, but it easily shifted into a much more appreciative expression toward Chuck. She smirked, shrugging a shoulder as though she wouldn't mind at all because, really, he was doing pretty well on the pretty, too, over there.

"Or, you know, maybe you will... He's kind of small, not that hard to outrun. Provided you're not me," and likely to trip over his own feet rather than best anyone in a race.

Starting to fall rapidly into babbling territory. He really couldn't help himself. "I mean, you're in my sports class, right? Which, unless you got thrown in by accident like me, probably means you're... into that sort of thing."

"I could be assuming a lot. Possibly."

Awwww. Ariel rather liked the babbling; she thought it was terribly cute, even if it made her feel a little bad because she couldn't exactly babble back. In fact, she wondered if maybe that had more to do with people babbling around her, that they felt they needed to fill in the extra space she left in conversation, but it was much nicer to think that maybe he did it because he was nervous because of the aforementioned prettiness.

And he was really cute that Ariel was thinking it was a darn shame that she hadn't noticed him before. So, she went ahead and tapped the kid on the shoulder to get his attention and, the moment he turned around, she was going to dump all the rocks back into his hand, whether he wanted them back or not.

Because she couldn't pull out her handy dandy pocket notebook with rocks in her hand. She quickly scribbled something down with her pink floofyball pen that was also in her pocket, and then handed it over for Chuck to read.

Hopefully, he could read.

"That's why you look familiar!" it said. "And, no, I took it on purpose. You don't need to be any good at something to still like it, right? And sorry about the writing thing. I can't talk :( So this is the only way I have to communikate, unless you know sign language?"

Well, that was okay, because really it just gave Gameboy kid an excuse to throw the stones rapid-fire. Two of the five hit something well enough to sent him running laps around the empty fire pit crowing his victory.

"Oh, uh no, unfortunately no." Because that would've been a little simpler. "But I can read... and definitely talk for two. Or three, if you count the way no one really understands him."

Yeah, Chuck babbled around pretty girls. And girls in general. Also boys... Overtalking was sort of a Chuck specialty.

"... Not that that's a bad thing. I mean, you seem to do not talking really well." Yeah, minor backpedal just in case. "Which is more than you can say for me."

Yup. Totally adorable, but in that dorky kind of way, but Ariel liked that, too. After all, her best friend was the dorkiest fish under the sea...

And Chuck should feel glad that he still wasn't as dorky as his ten-year-old friend running himself to possible sickness over there...

"Thanks," she had then written, handing it over with a sweet smile. "I'm getting pretty used it it, but, believe me, if I still had my voice, I'd probably be holding up my talking end of things pretty well, too."

"So have I, now that I think about it," Lindsay admitted. "Should we be expecting something terrifying soon?"

She really hoped she didn't just jinx everything.

"I really hope not?" Chuck did not want to be the one to have jinxed it all. "I'm not great with terrifying. I'll... flail, and run into walls, and-- That sort of thing." It wasn't pretty.

If Chuck knew what she was thinking, he'd probably be thrilled. Not the dorkiest person someone knew! It was an achievement.

"Well, you're working around things. Obviously." There was a handy pad of paper to prove it, that he indicated. "And, you know, quiet is good. There's mystery, which is cool. I... don't really do that."

Yes, congratulations, Chuck. You beat out a fish and a ten-year-old electronics device.

Ariel smiled a little, shrugging her shoulders, like it was no big deal, like it was something you just kind of got used to. But she did like that, that it added mystery, so she just let the shrug and the smile do all the talking for the moment.

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