[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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[Chloe] Twenty questions, continued

[sinanju]

Chloe walked up to the fire pit accompanied by Rodney. "Do I smell snake?" she asked.

John Locke was tending the fire and cooking the food with the assistance of Tommy Hugh. Hugh seemed shyer than Chloe remembered, but then he was alive and Tommy was dead. He had to be feeling a little guilty about that, and probably also about being young again at the cost of Tommy's life. Chloe might feel a little self-conscious in that situation too

[McKay] She likes me!

[lost_mckay]

Rodney rose from his seat and gestured for Chloe to preceed him, and followed just a half-step behind. He was a little... awkward, uncomfortable, really if not a little defensive when he, too, took his own plate. He was ready for any comments, and was more than a little surprised when they didn't come. Here he was with an extremely attractive blonde who seemed to like him, or at least hasn't left him yet in preference for any other man here

[Chloe]

[sinanju]

"Well, of course not!" Chloe laughed. "What's the point of reading a mystery if you peek at the end?"

"So you're right about that, but otherwise--not so much. I was too busy chasing stories to hang out with a lot of friends. Real-life mysteries are way more interesting than fictional ones."

Chloe laid a hand on Rodney's arm. "You understand," she said. What was science, after all, but the methodical exploration of mysteries? And Rodney was clearly obsessed with such things; he was a real workaholic by his own admission--as if seeing him in action over the last month hadn't proved it.

Not that she had a lot of room to talk. She'd been nearly as obsessive about her own hobbyhorses, spending endless hours talking to people and researching one Wall of Weird candidate after another. Late nights, bad coffee, bad take-out food, eyestrain--yeah, she could empathize with Rodney's workaholic tendencies.

"But no work today," she told Rodney, pointing a finger at him. "Today's a holiday."

[Isabel]

[nohatmatt]

Isabel flopped down next to the fire and eyed the cooking snake appreciatively. Her dulled sense of taste was a definite advantage in this place. She notice a few curious stares at the CD case she'd picked up from her shelter when she dropped off her coffee cup and held it up.

"I rescued a few CDs from the Camp Crash during the cleanup," she said. "Nothing to play them with of course, but since it's a holiday..."

She pulled the CD from its case and waved a hand over the data side, focussing her power. A point of light appeared just above the surface, and music began to play.*

"So is there any snake for me?"

* The music is the kind of music which makes you suspect you're in a story and the author had an imagination failure: The Beach Boys - California Dreamin'

[Molly]

[purplerhino]

Molly joined the circle around breakfast. She eyed the coffee being passsed around as if it were a viper. She didn't want it even splashing on her.

"Rose has a iPod and small speakers. She has an eclectic mix. Including ABBA." Molly offered up. "She loaned it to me. But seeing as she isn't here now, I wouldn't root around for it."

Molly wouldn't have looked for it to save it a week ago, but it had been in her backpack, with those wierd recording plates..

Molly grabbed a mango and an apple. "As for fun today... how about vollyball? We have a basketball around here somewhere. It's not official vollyball stuff, but a makeshift net, and we have a team sport."

[Sam]

[starborn_scribe]

"Volleyball?" Sam laughed. "Man, I haven't played that since Stanford. Count me in." A pang of homesickness and grief over his Jess's death swelled but was quickly suppressed.

"Me, too," Scott chimed in.

Dean grinned devilishly. "I'll play on one condtion." Everyone looked at him expectantly.

Sam donned a mock look. "That it's shirts versus skins and the girls are skins."

His brother scowled, then laughed with the others. "Quit stealin' my material!"

"*I'll* play on one condtion," Willow spoke up. Tension laced the air. If Willow noticed, she didn't let on. "Okay, two. First, I'm wearing a shirt. And second, we divide up the tall people between teams." Her gaze lingered on Sam, who grinned back. He liked the attention.

OOC correction

[starborn_scribe]

"Sam donned a mock look" should be "Sam donned a mock bored look." *facepalm*

[Molly]

[purplerhino]

Molly grinned at Willow. "That sounds like a great idea to me."

At 5' 2" she was going to need all the help she could get.

She also looked over to Dean and Sam. "And I'd go skins, but I doubt that'd be your idea of fun."

Just then Vincent and Oorie bounded over, no doubt smelling the meat.

"No. You two can't play. But you can keep score." Molly wagged a finger at the two dogs. "You're the reasosn we can't play frizzbe."

The only plastic disk they had was now an unrecognizable lump of plastic filled with teeth-marks.

Both of them needed a bath. People had been taking turns brushing them to keep them from matting, but the sea water had them both looking stringy.