[Willow] All Around the Campfire...

[rwarner]

Who: Willow
When: Day 36, morning
Where: Camp Crash II, around the cookfire
Invited: Tara, Dean, Sam, Scott, anyone else who is hungry for snake
Status: Complete

OOC- Action is coming from hereWillow looked up and smiled as Sam and Dean sat down. There was an obvious tension between the brothers, and it took her a moment to realize that she was

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[McKay]

[lost_mckay]

"See... I read the end then work out how they got there. I can't wait. If the ending seems like a waste of my time, then I won't read the rest." Rodney shrugged, though the action seemed a little... embarrassed.

The contact on his arm was... quite noticable, warmth spreading from the slight pressure. The perfect way to get the scientist's attention was via touch-- He sent out signals all his life to simply 'stay away', pushing people off. Protecting himself. His parents weren't at all about physical demonstrations, which, in a way, was good as he'd been more the brunt of perpetual ire than affection. He actually jumped, or rather, started, at the touch, and he looked surprised as he looked at Chloe. She was smiling...

"You understand," she'd said.

Isabel's approach was dimmed by a slight fog of attentiveness on his companion before he shifted his gaze to face front, his heart pounding. Fight or flight, as the case was. He tried for casual, dredging up anything that might help him on this one. The Colonel? No... he was Kirk, and that'd get him slapped. Carson? He was just as uncool as he was. That led him back to high school when he'd gotten his first kiss. What had he said? He did remember he stammered a lot back then...

"I-I-I have no idea what to d--"

'I'd be safe and warm (I'd be safe and warm),
If I was in L.A. (If I was in L.A.)---'

"Oh, for crying out loud." The complaint sounded in the air, the irritation tinging his voice.

[Isabel]

[nohatmatt]

"Don't you like the Beach Boys?" Isabel asked, stopping the music with a brief but unpleasant squeak. "I'm afraid there wasn't much of a selection - whoever packed those CDs had quite dubious taste. I didn't think you'd want to listen to A Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie soundtrack, and I know how strongly some people feel about ABBA."

[Sam, Dean]

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Sam was offering Isabel a bark "plate" of roast snake when the music abruptly came to an end.

"No ABBA!" Dean exclaimed. He grumbled under his breath something about "disco" and "travesty."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's music snobbishness. Scott and a few others chuckled. "After a month with no music, I'll take pretty much anything," the healer remarked.

"On with the Beach Boys," Sam agreed.

Meanwhile Dean turned to Tara. "Fun things to do?" He gave her an over-the-top leer, grinning. "I'm full of fun things-- ow!" Dean rubbed where Sam had punched him in the arm. He half-heartly frowned at Sam before continuing. "I dunno. Swimming? Collecting hermet crabs for crab races? Air guitar contests?"

[Isabel]

[nohatmatt]

Isabel grinned, taking the plate of snake, and waved a hand at the CD, going for the next track this time, Good Vibrations. McKay grumbled, but she ignored him as it seemed to be making everybody else happy, and after all, it was a holiday.

The snake was quite good, although rather bland to Isabel's taste buds. A shame she'd already got through the chilli she'd rescued from the bunker, and so far she hadn't seen any hint that any grew wild on the island.

Still, she'd live.

"I'll come swimming," she said. "Gotta work off all this snake I'm eating."

[McKay]

[lost_mckay]

"No.. no I don't."

His tones were clipped, and he sighed, pressed his lips together and shook his head. He didn't want to leave, but the music was winning out, and as more began to appear for the food, it made him feel a little uncomfortable. Rodney grimaced, a valiant attempt at a smile though it failed somewhat, and began to get up as the ideas began coming in.

Physical sports, for him, was right out. Now, the hermit crab races might be interesting, and catching the little buggers might be... He looked at Chloe, half-expecting her to wave him off, that she'd see him later. He didn't say anything in encouragement for the idea of the crabs; he'd simply end up collecting some on his own. Two, probably... one for him, one for her. George and Gracie. Fred and Ethel?

"Right... I'll just..." Rodney gestured back and away from him, more towards the area of his 'place', a silent beat sounding before he tried again, though this time, it was more for Chloe, "the beach maybe?" The eternal optimist? Maybe she didn't think him a jerk?

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Joining the threads down here

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LOL! *huggles McKay*