Main Campfire, Saturday... Noonish

[lockestheway]

Peter had actually gotten up a hell of a lot earlier that morning (to talk to Val about their strategies for tomorrow's essays, obviously) but since it was a Saturday, he had a hunch the other students would still be in their nests. He didn't make it out for breakfast - or really, brunch - until noon as a result, and walked the extra few feet to the main campfire just to keep things even.

He lit up the campfire with a brief thought towards little firebug Val, tossed a bag of marshmallows aside, and began to pry open the plastic packaging on a bunch of hotdogs. Combined with the buns, he'd be having brunch just fine, thanks, and might draw out some of the more interesting people around here.

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[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Half the time, Ariel didn't bother sleeping in, because it was just too much time to waste that could be used exploring. Besides, she'd gotten into the habit of sneaking out in the wee hours of the morning when it was less likely she'd be caught.

So it was a returning Ariel, dusty from the wild west with her satchel full of prizes, that rambled toward the campfire. She was drawn in, first and foremost, by her stomach, which caught the promise of roasting hot dogs in the air, and then her eagerness to check things out grew with the sight of who was already there.

"Oh, perfect!" she gushed, grinning brightly as she plopped down next to Peter. "What've we got? I'm starving."

[lockestheway]

"We've got some hotdogs and some buns," Peter said, barely managing not to snicker at his own little innuendo there. He threw the bag of buns in her direction.

He still managed to avoid laughing.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel caught the bag easily enough, with a little smirk of her own as she gave it a critical look. "Mm, nice buns, Peter," she remarked, because she couldn't not. Buns, like legs, were a part of human anatomy that would continue to be utterly fascinating to her until the end of time. "Any fixings?"

[lockestheway]

"You'll have to bring your own," Peter said, sticking his sausage - snicker - further over the fire. "I'm afraid I'm all out."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"That's okay," said Ariel, easily finding her own stick for toasting, because she'd had a favorite and she put it in a special spot so it would always be there when she made it to the main campfire. "I guess I'll just have to make up for it with extra hot dogs."

That was just an ordinary giggle there, really.

"How's it been, Peter?"

[lockestheway]

"Oh, you know, nothing has blown up and no one has turned into anything they're not," Peter said, projecting more above-it-all than he really felt about the whole situation. "I've been thinking about buying a Stetson. I think I'd fit in mighty fine with a Stetson..."

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Ariel," Sov said to her. "How's your collecting going?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Sov!" Ariel beamed at the others student she hadn't seen in, like, forever! "It's going great! Lots of new things since the island started moving around, you know? How have you been? I haven't seen you much, but that's probably because I'm always out exploring."

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

"I've been good," Sov replied, grinning. That beaming was contagious. "Not really exploring much though. What have you found?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"Well, here, there's been a lot of broken iron tools and even some possible gold nuggets in the river," Ariel bubbled excitedly. "Japan, there was a lot of robot parts and cute little things, and lots of neat stuff from the markets of Alexandria. I could go on and on and on, really. How've you been liking all the different places we've been visiting?"

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

Well, the mun hasn't been around a lot. "Oh, it's like travelling, only you don't really." Blame the banality of that comment on sleepiness, Sov. "And I haven't travelled much before coming here. But it's been too hot."

[dollpocalypse]

Noonish was a little on the early side for Topher to be waking up, but by some freak accident, he managed it. He ambled out to the campfire still in his pajamas, all the while wondering if he smelled hot dogs.

"Oh, hey," he yawned as he took a seat on one of the logs.

[lockestheway]

"Topher," Peter greeted, with one quirk of his eyebrow. "Good to see you back in the right size and shape. Well, comparatively speaking."

[dollpocalypse]

"So witty," Topher assured him, voice laden with heavy sarcasm. "Can I get one?" he asked, indicating the hot dogs.

[lockestheway]

"Oh, I know I am," Peter said. Smugly. "But knock yourself out." He tossed the package at Topher. "Been up to anything interesting lately?"

[dollpocalypse]

Topher set to work putting a hot dog on a stick. It was surprisingly challenging to get the angle right, but he managed it.

"Oh, you know, not too much," he said. "Some crazy chick went all vampire on me and bit me last week. And my computer teacher wants us to carry around these little fake pets, or whatever."

Both were equally distressing.

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Sov said, trying to keep the hot dog from getting burnt. "We haven't met, I think. I'm Sov."

[dollpocalypse]

"Hey," Topher said, undisturbed by the fact that he was currently mid-bite. That was just how he talked. "Topher Brink."

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

Sov didn't really mind. "Are you new, then, or have we just not managed to meet before?"

[dollpocalypse]

"New," he said, still with his mouth full. "Nice meeting you."

Except it came out kind of garbled, since, you know, food.

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

Sov had slept late and wandered towards the main campfire as if drawn by the smell of food. Sleepily - the kind of sleepiness caused by too much sleep - they sat down on one of the logs and yawned.

[lockestheway]

"Good morning," Peter said, sunnily (he didn't feel very sunny on the whole, but at least it tended to get a good reaction). "Grab a hotdog and get cooking."

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

It did get a good reaction. Sov smiled back. "Thanks," they said, reaching for the hotdogs

[lockestheway]

"No problem," Peter said, waving it off. He wasn't so sure if this one was a girl or a guy, but it didn't really matter much. "So how long have you been at Fandom?"

Banal questions, but Sov didn't look like a talker.

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

"Since January." Sov could talk, they just had to be more awake. "And you? I don't think we've met."