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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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"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?"

"Yeah, I can imagine that being kind of a shock. We get the same reaction a lot when the people we help realize what's really happening around them," Sam said. "As funny as this is going to sound, I almost wish I could have had a moment like that myself, instead of having to deal with it before I could even talk."

"You were only wee-little?" Buffy pictured a li'l cute Sam standing bravely in front of an evil demon and totally melted. "Awww." She squeezed his hand a little.

Sam smiled softly at the hand squeeze. "I was only six months old when my mom was killed. Dad started hunting not too long after that, so...yeah, we've been doing this our whole lives. Which, granted, hasn't been that long. But it's been long enough."

"That's pretty harsh," Buffy sympathized. She was silent for a moment, trying to imagine being a normal Slayer-in-training and doing pretty much what Sam had described. She couldn't. It was too weird.

Moment past, she turned to him with a curious look. "What's your favorite weapon?"

"Oh geez, you want me to pick one?" Sam laughed. "I'd probably say a .45. It's good and solid and doesn't always make a huge mess. What about you, do you just stake everything?" he asked. He made a stabbing motion with his hand which, without a stake, might have looked a little dirty.

Buffy unconsciously copied his motion, as she nodded. "Mostly, yeah, 'cause stakes can go anywhere with me. Knives tend to get confiscated." She looked wry for a moment. "And... I actually don't use guns. All it does is piss vampires off, anyway, and it's more of a danger of hitting innocents." She brightened. "I'm liking archery, though, now that we can finally shoot stuff."

"I think archery's going to be a lot more interesting once we get arrows with sharper tips." Sam grinned. "So does the whole silver bullet thing work on your vampires? I know all about weapon confiscation - that's why we tend to drive everywhere, and keep the weapons locked in the trunk."

Buffy shook her head. "Not as far as I know. Should work on werewolves, though, but I've never met one." She shifted a little closer. "Do you, like, drive everywhere? Do you have a house somewhere? Well, not you, but, like, your dad?"

Sam shifted closer in turn, casually moving his hand so that he was holding Buffy's hand and not just resting over it. "Yeah, we usually just drive. It's kind of hard to get the kinds of weapons we have on planes. And no, we don't really have a house. We move around too much. Sometimes we'll stay in one place for a few weeks or months if Dad's trying to find something good to go after, but never long enough to set real roots down."

A slight blush painted Buffy's face a nice rose as her hand was held. Sam was such a cutie. "So that's why you said that about Dean and you being, like, best friends?"

Sam noticed the blush happily, and nodded. "That's exactly why I said that. Dad's got some friends, other hunters he's met while we've traveled. And they're good people. But when it comes to people our own age, Dean and I only have each other, which has its upsides and downsides."

"I can imagine," Buffy nodded. She was silent for a moment, just enjoying being there, holding hands with a cute boy. Then her curiousity got the better of her again. "Are you from this year? Which is a total Fandom question, you know."

"That's definitely a Fandom question, yeah." Sam laughed. "No, Dean and I are from 1997. What about you?"

Buffy's eyes widened. "Me too!"

"Really? That's awesome!" Sam beamed. "I didn't think I'd meet anyone else from that year."

"Me neither! I've been feeling totally behind on, like, everything, and Veronica had to teach me about emails -" she pulled her new shiny phone out of her purse. "-and Alec helped me buy a new phone, because mine was huuuuge!"

"Wow, that is nice," Sam said, looking over the phone. "It's good to know Alec's good for something besides annoyance and kissing guys."

"Alec is nice," Buffy protested. Her lips twitched. "...Just kind of a manslut."

"He kissed my brother!" Sam said defensively. "'Kind of' is an understatement."

"You kissed Anakin!" Buffy pointed out, glancing quickly down at her purse which hid some very, very nice photos indeed. But she had promised Jaye...

"That was different. Anakin called me a chicken, and I knew if I didn't kiss him, Dean would probably do the same thing. But I'm pretty sure Alec enjoyed himself," Sam said matter of factly.

Buffy looked at him. "Boys are so weird." She thought this might not be the time to point out photographic evidence, but a strange sort of loyalty to Alec made her add, "Dean didn't look like he was in pain either. I mean, the thing with the leg..."

She trailed off, smiling a little.

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