Camping

[daringyoungman]

Dick and Cat wanted to go camping. Dick asked Bonnie. Dick asked around, then somehow the word got out and it was a CAMPING TRIP.

Which he's okay with, really. He doesn't get much chance to hang around with other kids.

They pick a spot a good distance from the bar, near enough to the lake that washing and swimming can happen, not so close to the forest that demon bunnies are a severe threat, and set about pitching a camp for the weekend, or whenever they all get bored...

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Campfire's burning

[daringyoungman]

As soon as the sun starts to get low, a space is cleared a little way away from the tents and the fire is set.

Time for foods, sing-songs and above all... ghost stories.

Re: Campfire's burning - insert your own verse

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie, responding to a request from Fry, takes the opportunity to start off a round of Oh you'll never get to heaven.

"Oh you'll never get to heaven
In a baked bean tin
Cos a baked bean tin
Has baked beans in

Oh you'll never get to heaven in a baked bean tin 'cos a baked bean tin's got baked beans in.

I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more."

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[fry_sandhu]

With someone kindly starting it off for him, Fry takes the opportunity to do the scientifically correct verse he prepared for Beaver Scouts at home.

"Oh you'll never get to heaven
On a pizza tray
Cos gravity
Won't work that way

Oh you'll never get to heaven on a pizza tray cos gravity won't work that way.

I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more."

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[sunbaked_baker]

Rae has to listen to a few verses to get a feel for the unfamiliar tune and structure and come up with something to add. Eventually, she gets up her courage and leads a verse of her own.

"Oh you'll never get to heaven
on a great big pie
Though maybe you could
It's pie in the sky.

Oh you'll never get to heaven on a great big pie, though maybe you could, it's pie in the sky.

I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more."

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[daringyoungman]

Thank Dick's homework for this one.

Oh you'll never get to heaven
On roller skates
'Cause you'll roll right past
Those pearly gates


Oh you'll never get to heaven on roller skates, 'cause you'll roll right past those pearly gates

I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more.
I ain't gonna drink I ain't gonna swear, I ain't gonna pull my sister's hair.
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more.

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[is_the_motion]

"Oh you never get to heaven
In a biscuit tin
Cos the Lord don't let
No crummy ones in

Oh you never get to heaven in a biscuit tin cos the Lord don't let no crummy ones in.

I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more
I ain't gonna fight or swear
Or pull my sister's hair
I ain't gonna grieve my Lord no more."

Re: Campfire's burning

[herr_bookman]

Autor has marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers, and skewers available for anyone who wants to participate in the time-honored tradition of s'more making. He himself is trying--and failing--to toast a marshmallow.

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[sunbaked_baker]

"Not so close!" grins the red-head beside him, affixing a marshmallow from a separate bag to her skewer. "If it gets too close, it'll catch fire and turn black."

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[herr_bookman]

"That's what happened to my last three," Autor grumbles good-naturedly, his marshmallow already threatening to catch alight. Fire licks the edges, turning them black.

"Ah! That's too bad," Autor says, drawing the marshmallow back to inspect it. "How are you, Rae?"

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[sunbaked_baker]

"I'm good," she answers, contentedly. She's got her marshmallow on her skewer held near - but not too near, and not directly above - the flames, and is slowly turning it so it heats evenly.

"You want to toast slowly, so it heats all the way through. Else you get a pretty outside and a solid inside, or a burnt outside. You want it melty on the inside, toasty on the outside."

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[like_quicksilver]

"What is all of that?" The crackers look the most familiar, and of course she knows what chocolate is, but the white, fluffy stuff is strange to her.

In her hand is a small sausage on the end of a stick. Given how food here is cooked over the fire on sticks instead of a proper pot, this was the best way to go about it.

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[herr_bookman]

Autor turns to her with a smile, accidentally burning his marshmallow off of his stick. "Oh, shoot," he says, blowing out the lingering fire. "They're ingredients for s'mores. These are graham crackers, this is chocolate, and these are marshmallows. Would you like some?"

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[like_quicksilver]

"I know what chocolate is." That was one of the first foods she'd tried in this place. "Maybe after having this."

She put the hotdog into the fire, watching it cook.

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[isawit]

"Wow. I haven't had those in ages," Cat says taking a seat near Autor.

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[herr_bookman]

Autor beams at her, holding up his skewer--which has a charred marshmallow on it. "You're welcome to make a few if you like," he says, offering her another skewer.

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[isawit]

"I think I can manage a few," she says slyly, accepting the skewer. "I'm cat."

She's not sure if she's meet him before but she does recognize him.

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche's marshmallow, despite his best efforts, is on fire.

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[herr_bookman]

So is Autor's. "Not having much luck with these, I see," he remarks, blowing out his marshmallow. "Me neither."

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[street_sparrow]

"They're still edible", he says, biting through the charred layer. "...sort of."

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[daringyoungman]

"Hold it down there, look," Dick says, pointing to his own marshmallow over some glowing embers at the base of the fire, rather than in the flames themselves."

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[herr_bookman]

"Over the coals, then?" Autor asks, lowering his skewer. "I'm glad you know how to toast marshmallows. I certainly don't. I'm Autor, by the way."

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[daringyoungman]

"Dick,"says Dick.

"Yeah, I used to toast them a lot when we had campfires in the circus."

Re: Campfire's burning

[daringyoungman]

Dick has rigged up a pot hanger and is in the process of putting together a stew that will go around his petrol. there's a basket of bread from bar, which he's sure isn't cheating.

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[sunbaked_baker]

There are enough coals after the fire has been burning a while, that Rae wraps up thoroughly cleaned and scrubbed potatoes in aluminum foil so they can bake in the heat. She is very careful - her hands protected by thick, heatproof mitts - in placing them.

She's brought salt and butter and sour cream, too, for when they're ready.

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[isawit]

Cat doesn't have much by way of food and her roster duty is clean up, so she'll just enjoy what everyone else is making.