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Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

The main campfire had been turned into a tropical paradise... without the tropics. There were leis and grass skirts to wear, tropical music playing, a buffet table, and the infamous Limbo Stick of Destiny, an artifact brought back to America from World War II. Noody knows what happens when a person wins a limbo competition involving the Limbo Stick of Destiny, but several experts on the subject suggest that "absolutely nothing happens except maybe you win a little trophy."

It was party time at the Fandom High Summer Camp.

[OOC: OCD is up. Yes, there is pig, poi, and sometimes the band will switch from generic tropical music to 60's beach movie music, or maybe reggae, or Raffi. They're unpredictable like that.

The luau takes place during a long break in the rain that

fh_weather is reporting. Yes, I'm modding the weather. Admin privilege.]

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Buffy is here, wearing a cute coral dress (http://pics.livejournal.com/1ordinarygirl/pic/0008cs17), and nor in any way looking around anxiously to see if Sam is here.

Sam makes his way to the campfire and looks around for a bit, until he finally spots Buffy. "Hey, there you are," he says, managing to keep from communicating the thought of oh wow, legs. "You look really nice."

Buffy beamed, relieved that Sam had showed. "Thanks! You too."

Actually being on a date made her a little more awkward, even though there wasn't any good reason for it. But still. Awkwardness.

All of Sam's boldness in asking Buffy out had faded at actually seeing her here, and he looked down, kicking lightly at the dirt while he searched for something to say.

"So...looks like they did a good job here," he finally said. "I'm kind of amazed at how well things can get set up at this place."

"Maybe they have gnomes for it?" Buffy suggested. She made an gesture towards his hand, then changed it to tugging at her hair. "Um, do you want to, like, sit down? Or something?"

"Sure," Sam replied quickly, looking around for a second before leading them to a spot where they could sit down. "I bet a little gnome army could have everything set up and taken down in no time."

Sitting down, Buffy grinned. "Unless they got caught up hugging Stickbugs. For no reason whatsoever, and I certainly know nothing about that."

It was possible that Buffy needed a lesson in lying from Xander as well.

Sam eyed Buffy curiously. "Are you involved in that whole Meerkat v. Stickbug thing that's going on?"

Buffy looked shifty. "I admit nothing. And, even if I was, I was totally just muscle. Dawn's got the brains."

"Sounds like Dean and I. You and Dawn must be more related than you think," Sam said, snickering.

Buffy grinned back. She reached out to poke him in the arm. "Maybe. Which are you, then? The brains or the brawn?"

"Oh, I'm the brains," Sam said proudly. "As much as I hate to admit it, Dean can kick my ass seven ways to Sunday even on a bad day. Not that I can't put up a good fight myself. But give him a string of Latin to say and it's all over. That's where I come in."

"Cool! Dean told me you two were, like, boy slayers," Buffy nodded. She tilted her head. "I think that's really cool. Do you know a lot of Latin?"

"Not conversational Latin, but the kind used in spells and rituals, yeah." That's definitely not something he'd normally admit to a girl, but if Buffy thought it was even remotely cool, he wasn't going to lie.

"That would be totally handy," Buffy said. She couldn't off the top of her head think of a situation where she had needed it, but she had no trouble picturing some in the future where she would. "Do they work on all sorts of demons? Do you know anything against vampires? What I use is, like, stake and cross and holy water and sunlight. Oh! And once all I had was this li'l-li'l Xacto knife? And the vampire had a really thick neck so I just had to keep going at it, and... that's kinda gross, huh?"

Sam had to bite his lip hard to keep from laughing, and shook his head. "That's...okay, to a normal person? Yeah, that would be kind of gross. But my family's in the business of digging up graves and burning old, moldy bodies to get rid of the person's evil spirits. An Xacto knife to the neck isn't the worst mental image I've gotten."

He looked out at the campfire for a moment, shifting a little closer to Buffy without really thinking about it. "When Dean told you were were like boy slayers, I'm going to assume he didn't mention that we don't actually have vampires where we come from."

"You don't have vampires?" Buffy stared at him. "...I like your world already."

She smiled a little, though, pleased that she hadn't freaked him out with her story. She was kind of proud of the Xacto knife moment. It had worked, hadn't it? Sam moving closer might also have helped her mood some. She nearly reached out for his hand again, but ended up just putting it on the log, next to him. Just in case.

"I think I like your world. Vampires sound better to deal with than some of the things I've seen," he said a little wistfully.

Sam reached down to put his hands next to his sides on the log, and found one of Buffy's hands already there. He gave her a slightly nervous look, but then he saw she was smiling, and left his hand right where it was over hers.

Buffy's smile widened at his touch, and when he left his hand there, the happy beaming could probably be spotted in town. "I've really only fought vampires, but Mer--I've been told there's other things as well. What kind of demony evil have you seen?"

Sam did his best to not grin too wildly when Buffy didn't move her hand either. "Well, it's not just demons. I've seen ghosts and poltergeists and shapeshifters, and other things you're probably better off not knowing exists."

"Yeah, well, slayer," Buffy pointed out. "I found out things do go bump in the night the hard way." She made a face, remembering. "Merrick just plopped me down in a graveyard and told me to wait. I was, like, super-bored, and then the vampires started digging themselves out of graves. I was less bored then."

"He didn't just leave you there by yourself, did he?" Sam asked, sounding kind of appalled. Even his dad wouldn't be that insane.

"Of course not. He was standing behind a grave, telling me to stake them in the heart," Buffy nodded. "'Cause when you do that, they go pooof! Only dust gets all over and I could never wear that jacket again." She looked sad at the memory of her lost jacket. "It was nice and yellow, too."

"I bet it looked nice on you too," Sam said, smirking. "I think this Merrick guy and my dad would get along well. They seem to have the same 'throw them in head first' style of training."

"In Merrick's defense-" and when had she started talking to people about Merrick? "-I totally didn't believe him. I mean, this weird old dude comes up to me and tells me I'm the Chosen one and there are vampires and stuff, while I'm, like, thinking about homecoming themes. I was like 'Dude, what are you smoking?' you know?"

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