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[Sam Tyler] What's cookin'?

Jul 26, 2007 22:56

Who: Sam Tyler, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Locke
When: Day 36, evening
Where: The cook/signal fire (eventually)
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete

Sam's quarry stank. He strode out of the jungle praying that the pair of dead, overgrown lemmings he carried -- he hadn't a clue what the Corgi-sized rodents were -- hadn't permanently stunk ( Read more... )

scott.hayden, marcus.cole, parker.blaise, sam.tyler, stephen.franklin, rose.tyler, john.crichton, sam.winchester, methos, jack.harkness, susan.ivanova, dean.winchester, day 36, chloe.sullivan, john.locke, peyton.sawyer, oona, nine, george.lass, ninth.doctor, the.doctor

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[Oona] purplerhino July 27 2007, 20:11:12 UTC

After she and Adam had reported on the whispers and the ill feeling from the north, as well as the bamboo bonanza at the lake they were filled in on the newcomers. Oona had gotten most of the story of the newcomers, but skipped the recap meeting. She had already been thoroughly filled in. Instead she had decided to attach a crossguard to her 'bastard sword' and a piece of larger bamboo as a circular guard to the katana. She was coing to have to think on how to make a servicable basket guard.

Staying in the shade was important, unless she wished to use up a lot of sunscreen. Something in a limited supply.

So it was that dinner was her first time meeting some of the new people.

"Thanks be to the hunters and the cooks." It did smell good. Tomorrow she was on the cooking slate, so she planned to savor the work of others while she could.

She tood with her full plate beside one of the new people. A dark skinned man she understood was a doctor.

"Would you mind if I joined you?"

[Scott] starborn_scribe July 28 2007, 00:49:23 UTC

Scott and Ami had thoroughly enjoyed the day off -- once they'd sorted out the contraception debacle. They walked hand in hand to the bonfire, glad to hear laughter carrying already.

The group including Ivanova and Marcus were the happily loud ones. However, the mere sight of the Russian Commander got Ami's hackles up, so Scott looked for another group to join.

The couple carried their "plates" of food over to Oona and Dr. Franklin. "Hey," Scott greeted as he and Ami settled on one of the driftwood logs. "Did you enjoy the holiday. Or your first day, as the case may be."

[Ami] fikgirl July 28 2007, 02:46:45 UTC

/You could have joined them if you wanted,/ Ami told Scott as George and Chloe joined the group. She didn't have to specify whom she referred to as "them." She wasn't adverse to meeting the new people, but she simply preferred to stay away from where she wasn't wanted.

"I take it that the ROUSes really exist, then?" Ami joked as she accepted a bit of the meat.

[Blaise] sinanju July 28 2007, 06:40:01 UTC

"Apparently so," Blaise replied. "They don't quite live up to their billing in The Princess Bride, but they're fairly large."

He eyed the remaining slices of meat and the other chunk still roasting over the fire. "These two aren't going to go far when feeding this many people, though. If we're going to eat ROUSes for dinner we're going to need more or bigger."

Blaise offering a platter of sliced fruits--one of the actual service pieces from first class on Oceanic 815. Plastic and a little rough on one end but still usable. "Plenty of fruit, though. Mango?"

[Scott] starborn_scribe July 28 2007, 12:54:45 UTC

/You could have joined them if you wanted,/ Ami said.

Scott gave her the empathic equivalent of a shrug. /This is fine./

Blaise's mention of needing multiple and/or larger rats prompted a mental image of several ROUSes roasting on a spit. (Ugh.) But food was food, so Scott wasn't about to complain.

"Plenty of fruit, though. Mango?"

"Yes, thanks." Scott helped himself to a few slices, then put a few on Ami's plate. "I don't think I'll ever get sick of mango."

"Good thing here," Ami grinned. Blaise, Oona, and Scott chuckled agreement.

Scott turned his attention to Oona and Blaise. "What did you guys do on your day off?"

[Stephen] cbeckett_md July 28 2007, 15:28:43 UTC

Stephen nodded to Oona and again to Scott and Ami. He doesn't mind company and he doesn't have quite the problem with telepaths that Susan does, nor does he know Ami is one. "The more the merrier really."

Stephen turned his attention to Marcus and rolled his eyes, "Someone near him hit him please.... or gag him. It's the only way to shut him up." Did someone mention his bedside manner in a good way? Maybe Aeryn was speaking of someone else, or else Marcus just brings out the best in people. At least Stephen's voice seemed to hold tinges of humour, though he really wouldn't mind if someone smacked Marcus upside the head... at least lightly.

[Oona] purplerhino July 28 2007, 18:48:10 UTC

"Adam and I went to the lake you found. There's a large stand of Bamboo, which we are running very short of, up there. I needed to get back into fighting fit, and had no sword, so the bamboo is perfect. Then some sparring." She didn't mention the whispers, or the feeling of evil. They had told Daniel, and worrying others.

"Seems that there was a more productive day here. Expanding the camp size. And how long are we going to call this a camp? We've got some very stable constructions here. I've seen smaller villages." Oona did understand the idea of hoping and working to keep this situation non-permanant. Escape was paramount. But they also needed the coherance of a community.

"You want bigger ROUS, go find more like that hairless rat monster that attacked Molly on the day without memory." Oona pointed out.

[Scott] starborn_scribe July 29 2007, 14:26:32 UTC

Scott shuddered theatrically, which only required a little exaggeration. "If we wind up eating one of those things, please don't tell me. I don't want to know."

Then some of Oona's earlier statements caught up with him. "You swordfight?" Oona nodded. "Does a bamboo sword -- pole, whatever, make an effective weapon? I mean, it doesn't have an edge." Scott wasn't being critical; just wondering if learning such a skill would be worthwhile for self-defense.

[Oona] purplerhino July 29 2007, 17:42:09 UTC

"You would be better served with a Bo made of hardwood for an effective weapon. As an added benefit, it's one of the easiest things to train with. That is not to be mistaken for saying it is easy... just easier than other forms of defense." Oona used chop sticks as utinsils.

"Bamboo can be used. It tends to be painful more than deadly, unless you break a spine, crush a throat, or shatter skull. It bruises and can break bone. That's why it makes good practice blades. Rattan is better, as bamboo is a bit more flexable than a real sword." Oone seemed to consider for a bit.

We have some bows here, three I believe, and I'm working on a fourth, I bet some spears can be made, and some Bos."

[Scott] starborn_scribe July 29 2007, 18:07:00 UTC

Scott blinked at the influx of information. "I didn't know you're so well versed in martial arts. So, a bo is a quarterstaff?"

"Similar," Oona clarified. "Lighter and not as long."

Scott nodded. "I'd like to learn, if you don't mind giving lessons. What kind of wood would make a good bo?"

"Bamboo," Ami blurted. Scott turned to her, surprised. Her unease flowed across their link. /Use bamboo, please. Oona said it's non-lethal. If you killed someone.../

/Oh!/ He hadn't been considering that Tomorrow People can't kill. Scott's goal was self- (and Ami-) defense, so bamboo worked for him. He hugged her closer for a moment, then faced Oona. "I'll use bamboo. After I finish my current project." He gave Ami a mischievous grin, then stage-whispered to Oona, "It's a secret."

OOC beccadg August 1 2007, 06:03:39 UTC

...I bet some spears can be made...

*Nods.* Methos told Oona he can do spearheads as well as arrowheads and knives. ;)

[George, Chloe] sinanju July 28 2007, 01:06:31 UTC

George shivered as she approached the fire pit. A trickle of cold water from her still-wet hair ran down her back under her t-shirt. Bathing in the fresh water stream toward the end of the day was chillier prospect than she'd expected ( ... )

[McKay] lost_mckay July 28 2007, 12:09:26 UTC

There ( ... )

[Sam] starborn_scribe July 28 2007, 13:11:39 UTC

Although Sam wasn't as obvious about it as his brother, the thought of Chloe and George going at it all afternoon was hot. Damn hot. He was glad -- sort of -- that he wasn't sitting next to either blonde. Sam hadn't been with anyone since his fiancee Jessica died months ago. His body was more than willing to sleep with some of the eye candy in camp. His mind was almost there.

Soon after George and Chloe joined the group Dean went into playful flirt mode. Sam knew him well enough to tell that Dean's occasional touches of Chloe's back, arm, and leg weren't serious... necessarily. Dean thought himself a playboy, but a respectful one.

Then McKay, who oh so obviously was smitten with Chloe, joined the group. Watching and listening to him was almost painful. Sam stopped Dean from mocking the awkward scientist by elbowing his side.

"You've got 'Sam'. I'll introduce you to him tomorrow?"

"You hear that, Sammy?" Dean chuckled. "Rocket scientist here named a crab after you."

[Chloe] sinanju July 28 2007, 19:13:39 UTC

Chloe listened to Rodney's scheme with a smile. She wasn't sure how exactly to react to him. She liked him. He was obviously smart--brilliant, even--and kind of cute in a nerdy sort of way. But this hermit crab racing scheme of his....

Rodney was definitely "overthinking the plumbing" in the immortal words of Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott. Building a starting gate out of Wraith dart parts and other electronics? Chloe wondered if that was just typical engineer-type enthusiasm for complex gadgets or if the whole hermit crab racing scheme was some kind of courtship scheme.

Rodney clearly had a crush on her. It was hardly a secret. Someone had put their names in the pool that ass Sawyer had started! Chloe shot Dean a brief glare for his muttered wisecracks--and saw his brother Sam elbow him none too subtly in the ribs. She gave Sam a hint of a smile in thanks and returned her attention to Rodney.

"Sounds like a plan," Chloe said to Rodney.

[McKay] lost_mckay July 28 2007, 19:58:44 UTC

"No... it isn't after you." Rodney sounded indignant, though he hadn't really thought of all the 'Sam's that seem to inhabit the Island. "It's... um..." Hmmm... "After a friend of mine... Dr. Sam Carter. Samantha... but I wasn't sure what it was... was... so I just named it something that could go either way. If it has little crabs later..."

He grinned at the approval, and nodded, letting the 'crab line' go. Nothing really came up in it's stead, however, and the beaming smile began to slip in the desperate attempt to think of something else. Add to that the awkwardness of having to lean to talk? One on one, he was fine. Around here, around the fire pit? There was reason why he usually got his food and stepped away, eating dinner with the Doctor some days, alone others.

That'd probably be best... dinner. Eat, Rodney... What he'd like to do is invite the blonde out to water's edge later... but in the crowd? Nope... particularly after hearing the whispers of... mrf. No. Alone, it'd be a whole lot easier.

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