daringyoungman | Camping

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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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ssssssssssssssssssssssh everyone is asleep.

There's no one staying up late and whispering to each other, we promise.

Edited 2015-06-02 16:28 (UTC)

Rae can't sleep.

She had loved the ghost stories - scary stories have always been her favorites. But now, tucked into her sleeping bag, she can't help but be aware of every sound from outside the tent, how exposed they are without thick walls and locked doors and heavy wards between them and the night.

What if -

She'd heard that vampires sometimes came to Milliways...

Fry can't sleep either, because there are PEOPLE all around him moving and breathing and rustling and nudging him a bit and what if a demon bunny comes in?

Rae tries, she really does. She tries to stay quiet, tries to stay still. But sleep isn't coming. There is no comforting mental hum of wards surrounding them, and there are night-time forest noises from outside the tents that could be anything.

"Psst, Fry. Are you awake?" she whispers quietly, half-hoping it is so but also not wanting to wake him if he is successfully asleep.

Fry jumps.

"Yes."

He's not a stranger to insomnia. But this is quite different.

"You all right, Rae?" Gavroche calls over from his tent, where he can see her moving.

She stills, guiltily.

"...Can't sleep," she admits, with the tone of a kid who doesn't want to make it a big deal but is rather upset by it.

There's a brief silence while he thinks about this, then he crawls out of his tent and over to hers.

"Want some company?"

There's a slight hesitation, before she answers, sitting up. "Yes, please."

"I won't tell anybody", he promises. "It's a bit too quiet out here for me anyway."

Rae ducks her head a little. "It's a different kind of noisy than I'm used to."

She's used to the sounds of the city, rather than the forest.

"I've never slept outside before. There's no wards."

There's never anything like silence in London. Even in the House of Arch.

"...would you feel better if there were?"

He can't make them. But maybe somebody can.

"Yeah, but it's not possible," she shakes her head. "It's the middle of the night, and there's no wardsmiths around and anyway there's too many of us and nothing permanent to put the wards on."

She has thought about this.

"I'll be fine." Though she may be leaning against him a bit.

He lets her lean all she wants.

"Well, two pairs of ears are better than one. We'll hear if anything gets close."

Rae nods, quiet.

"It's probably stupid to worry, anyway," she says, after a while, feeling guilty for keeping Gavroche up. "Milliways is pretty safe, right?"

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Cat's having trouble sleeping as the ground is too soft and the white noise of Gotham is missing.

"Psst, Dick. You awake?" She whispers.

"Yes."

He's quiet, but manages to sound a little grouchy about this fact. Camping's fun and everything, but right now he should be in his short shorts flying over the city on patrol.

(Ugh)

"You wanna go outside?"

Cat can sympathize a little there, although likely her activities would be counter to Dick's.

"Yeah," Cat replies, silently getting out of her bed role. She leaves her boots behind since they'll likely just make noise and wake someone else up.

Dick slips out of his sleeping bag and unties a corner of one of the tentflaps, holding it open for her to crawl out after him.

Cat crouches down to slip through. Once on the other side, she holds the flap open for him.

Once out, Dick absent-mindedly turns over and walks on his hands for a few feet to get away from the tents, heading roughly towards the woods.

"Why couldn't you sleep?"

"It's too quiet and I'm too used to the sounds of the city. Gotham never stops making noise."

[OOC: Hand wave she mentioned Gotham in her ghost story? If Dick didn't already peg her from her accent.]

[OOC: Gotham handwavily pre-established!]

"I know, right?"

He says it almost immediately, before he can consider that Wayne Manor isn't in the city-proper and it's actually quite quiet. He's more familiar with the city at night.

"It's too dark without the street lights too."

She shrugs.

"I don't know. Lots of neighborhoods have bad street lights. What city are you from anyway?"

"I'm not from any city," he says. "I grew up in the circus. Only moved to Gotham last year when my parents died."

He's matter-of-fact about it.

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