Main Campfire, Friday Evening

[godofxbox]

Now that Alex was back to being a real boy god, he wanted to resume the interrupted process of getting to know his fellow campers. And he'd never really done the sitting around a campfire singing songs or whatever thing before. Yes, he'd cooked things over a fire before, but that had been, like, antelope while he and his dad had been in Africa. So, once he'd recovered his stuff from the dorms, he'd tromped into town and bought an assortment of things that went on sticks and got thrust over a campfire (enough to share around, of course), and was currently attempting to fashion some sort of method to cook a Pop-Tart over the fire.

If that failed, he could always make an entire meal out of S'Mores. Maybe he'd eat a hot dog, too, then he'd have all the major campfire food groups, right?

((Open campfire is so very open!))

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[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"What're you trying to cook, man?" Percy asked as he wandered over. "Smokey the Bear says only you can prevent forest fires."

[godofxbox]

"That's why I'm using the campfire area instead of, like, some random patch of woods," Alex pointed out. "Right now I'm trying to cook a Pop-Tart." The one currently wedged into the fork of a stick fell into the fire. "...it's not going real well," he admitted.

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"How many Pop Tarts have you gone through?" Percy wondered before taking a seat on a log, arms on his bent knees. "I'm surprised they didn't flame up big time. Pop Tarts never cooked right for me."

[godofxbox]

"Just two so far. I had trouble getting them to stay on the stick long enough to put them over the fire at first," Alex said with a shrug.

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

Percy found himself trying to think of a way to get the Pop Tart to stay on the stick. Suggesting tape was just stupid so he didn't say that.

"What about like a skillet or something?" Percy finally said. "Hold it over the fire and it'd...probably cook. I don't think it's strong enough for a stick or a skewer."

[godofxbox]

Alex looked thoughtful for a moment, then admitted, "I don't have a skillet. And wouldn't that be more like...frying it?"

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, probably," Percy admitted, scratching his cheek. "My other suggestion was taping it to the stick but that sounded stupider than suggesting the skillet."

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

"Whoa!" said Butters, coming over the campfire and finding Alex and his Pop-Tarts there. "Are those Pop-Tarts? Gee whiz, Alex, I never would have thought of cookin' those by campfire, but that's a great idea!"

[godofxbox]

"It's kind of better in theory than in practice," Alex had to admit. "So far they mostly fall in the fire."

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Butters frowned a little at that, looking into the fire. His head tilted a little in thought. "Well," he reasoned, "what if you just sort of put 'em the fire, like you would the toaster, and then got them out with, I don't know, tongs or something?"

[godofxbox]

"They'd catch on fire," Alex pointed out. "All that sugar. I'm just trying to toast them like a marshmallow, you know?"

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

Butters nodded. "So you'll have to be real quick," he noted. "Or, hey, what about those old things they used to use, before they got toasters, because that's all they had to toast bread back then. I bet we can find one real easy, bein' all in the cowboy days and everything."

[godofxbox]

"Hey, yeah!" Alex said. "Maybe we could get one of those things!"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Today had been a reflective sort of day for Wesley. He just had a lot to process. So Katniss was alive, and that was good, but they still had to find a way to rescue her in order to make that stay true.

So. To the campfire it was, where he intended to think this over.

And then -- oh, hey. Wasn't that the roommate he'd had for, like, two weeks?

"Hello."

[godofxbox]

"Wesley! Hi!" Alex said, waving him over. "As you can see, I am not a puppy any more. Sorry I didn't leave you a note or something, but I was too busy trying to find, you know, my pants. How's it going? Want a S'more? Or a Pop-Tart? We haven't managed to make that work so well yet, but you can try," he offered.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Oh, gosh. Wes had almost forgotten how bubbly he was.

"I'll take a s'more, thank you," he said, half-smiling at Alex's energy. "And it's quite all right. I was rather hoping you'd eventually, ah, resume your normal form."

[godofxbox]

Alex handed over the makings for S'mores, hoping Wesley knew what to do with them (he was English, after all, and Alex had no idea if English people made S'mores). "Yeah, I'm really glad to have thumbs again. And not to have this urgent need to chew on things. Sorry if I got any of your shoes?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley began assembling a passable s'more. He'd learned about s'mores last summer, and while he wasn't a champion s'more maker by any means, he'd give it his best effort for now. They really were delicious.

"I don't think you did," he told Alex, though really, he'd have to check now. "It does seem like something of a traumatic experience to have while you're so new here, though. Are you -- all right, considering?"

Hey, his Fandom-assigned little sibling had spent a whole day in bed after the past crazy weekend. Two weeks as a puppy had to top that in terms of craziness.

[godofxbox]

"Oh, I'm fine," Alex assured him. "Apparently these things happen? And, I mean, I hadn't turned into a dog before but I've been through some weird stuff, so I figured it was best to just sort of...roll with it." Although if it had gone on much longer he'd been planning some kind of Incredible Journey nonsense to go find his dad and see if he could fix it.

[longislandiceme]

Bobby had arrived back from his trip home which his player *was* going to write up, but couldn't stop laughing at the terrible 90s dialogue long enough to do so only to find the dorms eerily empty. Remembering the last time that had happened, he decided to pop over to the camp site to see if that's where everyone was. And sure enough, there was a fake sibling! With food, even.

"Alex, you are my new favorite person," Bobby declared, flopping down by the campfire.

[godofxbox]

"I try," Alex told him, reminding himself not to behave like a total fanboy. Iceman! Eeee! "Can I interest you in a S'more? Pop-Tart? Hot dog on a stick?"

[longislandiceme]

"Yes," Bobby answered. Look, he was a growing boy! Who'd been blown up at least twice recently. It took a lot out of a guy.

[godofxbox]

Okay then! Alex gestured to the pile of junk food and offered, "Help yourself. Don't take all the Pop-Tarts." Taking all of Alex's Pop-Tarts would be bad.

[longislandiceme]

"Thanks, man," Bobby said appreciatively, selecting a pop tart with some sort of pink frosting, along with a couple marshmallows to brace it on the stick. "How's your week been?" he asked, feeling a little guilty for not checking up on him after the welcome picnic. In his defense, last he heard, Alex had been a puppy!

[godofxbox]

"I turned back into a person! Oh, I don't know if you heard, but I was a puppy," Alex explained. "For like, two weeks."