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 Anthill

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Don't know if he likes being called 'pet'. He's the monster that lives under Buffy's bed. We feed him ice cream. And he went rafting with me last week."

Re: The Anthill

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker gave her a deadpan look. Half her brain was saying Are you messing with me? the other half was saying, Fandom. Totally possible. They both kind of met in the middle in an Enh. Whatever. "Just ice cream? No bunnies?" Her lips twitched. "Was he always there, and no one noticed?" It could happen.

Re: The Anthill

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Don't know," River said. "He was there when I moved in. Or I made him up. Can't remember. He's very shy though, but now he has a blanket to hide under he comes out from under the bed sometimes." She smiled. "No bunnies. He likes Pip's crepes though."

Re: The Anthill

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Remembering what a hard time the other River had keeping people out of her head, Parker had to wonder how this River kept track of anything, inside vs. outside. So, yeah. A Monster Under the Bed. "I'll have to keep a look out for him, the next time he goes wandering. And who doesn't like crepes?" Parker paused, thinking, Mmm... fooood. "Speaking of which. I think dessert is in order. Care to join me?"