Summer Picnic, Main Campfire, Friday afternoon

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

At lunchtime, the campfire area was set up with blankets, baskets, picnic tables, food, and ant problems. The groundskeeper who brought the ants was later sent home for the rest of the day. It turned out that he didn't really like picnics.

[OOC: I suck and completely forgot about this. Sorry about the relative lateness. It's a sunny and fairly comfortable day. I MOD WEATHER! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!]

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Re: The Blankets

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we need to learn to speak Ant," Bridge says. "Before we can order them around, anyway."

Re: The Blankets

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I speak half a dozen languages, and none of them are Ant. Think they speak Spanish or German, maybe?" Rory asked curiously.

Re: The Blankets

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You could try," Bridge says. "They are imported ants, after all."

Re: The Blankets

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Grüße," Rory tried, addressing the ants. "Ciao? Boa tarde? Hola? Bonjour? Goede middag?"

She paused. "Γειάσου? 你好? こんにちは? 여보세요?" Another pause. "Ello-hay? Hidigello?"

And then frowned. "They're not responding, Bridgey. And I tried every language that I can say 'Hello' in."

Re: The Blankets

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge tries saying "hello" in the handful of alien languages he knows. And then tries fingerspelling H-E-L-L-O in American Sign Language.

The ants stop and tilt their weetiny ant heads at him.

"Huh," Bridge says thoughtfully.

Re: The Blankets

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"...ants know ASL?" she asked, tilting her head. "But not Dutch or Korean. Good to know."