Daniel is a sitting duck

[purplerhino]

WHO: Daniel, Molly, River
WHEN: Day 37, shortly after Frank's arrival
WHERE: Camp Crash II
INVITED: anyone wanting to witness the torment of Daniel
STATUS: Complete

Daniel was sitting there, that line between his brows forming, sure to give him premature wrinkles.  His back was straight, his shoulders tense.  He needed this.  He deserved this.  And oh,

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[Molly]

[purplerhino]

After that it was a free for all. It would occasionally turn to boys against the girls, but mostly it was everyone for themselves. Everyone in the battle got pretty much covered. Molly had an idea that River LET herself be hit more than half the time.

Once the last bit od over-ripe fruit, a mellon starting to actually liquify on the bottom, hit it's target, in this case Sam, all that was left was seven heavily panting people covered in pulp, juice and sand. They actually looked more like some primative tribe wearing sandy camoflauge than civilized beings.

The ground was littered with pulped fruit, juices already being sucked up by the thirsty, salt sand. The tide would clean up most of it.

Molly's sand covered face broke out into a wicked grin.

"Oh boys..." She looked to Sam, Dean, and Jon, "we all need to get ourselves to the swimmin' hole and clean up. But I think our fearless leader may need some encouragement."

"This is a mutiny. Make the captain walk the plank!" River was wiping ineffectivly at her sun dress.

Jon seemed to get the idea. He tackled Daniel. "I'll get his feet, you get his arms."

The Winchester brothers threw themselves into this part of the game with as much abandon as they had the food fight.

Molly looked at Payton. "Take the right leg with me?" She asked over Daniel's protests.

River had picked up a half mellon from the sand and placed it on her head.

"To the bathing hole, troops." She ordered.

Molly ran to join Jon. and took hold of Daniel's right leg. Even devided between four people, he wasn't exactly light, especially wriggling.

Luckily the bathing hole wasn't very far.

[Peyton]

[lyingdrksoul]

By the time the fruit was all gone Peyton was laughing and trying to catch her breath from all the running around she had been doing. She pushed her hands over her face so she'd be able to see without getting fruit juice in her eyes.

She grinned at Molly's suggestion and laughed lightly at River's words.

"You've got it," she nodded and walked over to Daniel, picking up his right leg to help carry him off as best she could.

[Dean]

[starborn_scribe]

Although Dean was glad to see Danny smiling for once, he was even more grateful to see his brother kicking back. Sure, he didn't have Daniel's responsibilities, but Sammy was worried about the demon hitching a ride with him. They both were.

River led the juicy, sandy procession with a high-stepping march. Her melon helmet and branch serving as a drum major's mace lent her an air of absurd authority.

When they had nearly walked into the swimming hole River did an abrupt about-face. "Company HALT!"

The company halted, chuckling. Daniel gave one last half-hearted buck.

River studied the short distance between Daniel and the water. "Optimal trajectory is 30 degrees." She somersaulted out of the way, somehow keeping the melon on her head. "Fire!"

Peyton, Sam, Jon, and Molly fired. Their aim was superb.

OOC

[fikgirl]

((OOC: Okay, I thought that the problem with my notifications was fixed, but clearly I missed this post *points up* and didn't see it until after I'd written up my post. So we'll just say that this one came before Dean's.))

[Daniel]

[fikgirl]

"Can't a man have any dignity?" Daniel squirmed and kicked his legs. It was futile and he knew it, but this went beyond good fun and having a laugh. He was being hauled bodily through the camp and -

(Jack would have a field day.)

He would have to beg ask McKay to not include this in any reports.

"Lemme think about it." Jon gave a dramatic pause. "No. Nope. Uh-uh. No way."

"I can get you restricted to base," Daniel threatened in the first language that popped into his head, which quite un-suprisingly was Ancient Egyptian.

"I can tell the Old Man," Jon threw back. He grinned and added in English, "Cool. I almost like this TARDIS-translation thing."

Daniel gave another futile struggle to free his leg. That was his best chance - Dean and Sam were as stronger as he was, or stronger, and Jon knew how to use his body for maximum strength. "What? When we get there, are you going to undress me too?"

"Nope. We'll just throw you in," Molly said. She smirked, "But I'm sure Faith is willing if you want us to call her -"

"No!" Daniel protested loudly. That was the absolute last thing that he needed.

[Daniel] Beneath the Water

[fikgirl]

Daniel instinctively held his breath right before hitting the water with a loud splash. He stopped himself just short of swimming back toward the surface. Instead, he dove back down and swam beneath the surface toward the other side of the bathing hole, hoping to make it slightly upstream and beneath the camouflage of the jungle before coming up for air.

It was a horrible thing to do - if he could hold his breath that long and pull it off - but really, it was a bit of well-deserved revenge.

Fight the Shift

[purplerhino]

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