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In which Bonnibel gets pecked by birds

Jan 02, 2012 17:41

Characters: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline the Vampire Queen & Fionna the Human
Date: Backdated to the morning of December 22nd
Summary: Day breaks on the second day.
Warnings: None. Well, maybe a little language.
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princesss bubblegum, fionna, marceline the vampire queen

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In which Marceline nearly fries her own bacon! lost_moral_code January 3 2012, 04:23:01 UTC

It began and ended as a light, only slightly irritating, itch. An itch while Marceline scratched a few good times before rolling over. The itch was easy to ignore, especially given how she had fallen asleep the night before: Laying like a normal person, wedged in a tent with Bonnibel and Fionna. It could have been worse, she could have been sleeping in the snow with no way to maintain what little heat her body produced. Contrary to popular belief and media her kind weren't immune to the elements or lacked warmth. Warmth was just a fair weather friend, coming and going at it pleased. With the three of them sleeping side by side, wrapped in sleeping bags and draped in a blanket it was more than fairly cozy over night ( ... )

Re: In which Fionna...sleeps some more. fionna_time January 3 2012, 06:28:40 UTC

Fionna stirred slightly, grabbing at the blanket. She was a vigilant, steadfast and strong warrior and hero, ready to defend all in the nae of good and right...but right now? She needed sleep, and muttered, curling herself in a ball when she felt Marceline move, bringing the blanket all around her.

"Shut up Cake, I wanna sleep a little longer..."

In which Bonnibel gets dive bombed and speaks in German. royal_tarts January 3 2012, 07:00:43 UTC

And there came the sound of the birds! Bonni would never tire of this! It was just amazing to watch them swoop down in unison like that! Think of the timing and coordination that it must involve! A parasol in black and red, a sword sheathed in its scabbard, three sheets of rolled up parchment and an ordinary pen were dropped at her feet. And one of the blue jays flew out of the party just to dive bomb her again before leaving. Next time she would have to be sure to write up a list before hand, ow! Bonni picked up her deliveries and took the time to look them over ( ... )

In which Marceline closely resembles a trussed up sausage! lost_moral_code January 3 2012, 07:27:20 UTC

Dance, dance, dance! You have to dance, dance, dance! Or at least that was how things seemed as Marceline shuffled about, tucked beneath the sleeping bag. Marceline, usually a very graceful creature, was shuffling back and forth. Much to her annoyance the line she had flown was nothing short of a chaotic bee line. If the fire were still going she would really be in a world of trouble (and searing pain). Let us examine the scene, shall we?

She was out of her element and into the sun.
She was lacking any protection that could be at all called sufficient.
She was, thanks to her hair and the sleeping bag, very much unable to see or hear.
This plan, it really wasn't thought out too well was it?
NO!When levitation failed, which rarely ever happened, her only choice was to walk. Well, if she could walk that was! She was no better on her feet, her hair tangling about her ankles. Everything was working against her, making sure that she barely made it two feet away from the tent. At least in the space she was able to put between herself and ( ... )

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