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 Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 7:51 pm
"Dude," said Ian indignantly, mouth full of gooey chocolate as he gestured towards his half eaten smore. "Eating, dude, eating. Save the health facts for afterwards."
He gave Quinn's shoulder a friendly punch before he heard footsteps and then arms were sliding around his neck, a familiar voice whispering in his ear. Ian gave a small laugh, not needing to turn around to see who it was as he lifted his free hand to pat what he could reach of her head affectionately.
"These, my lovely friend, are a generous gift donated by one fabulous Quinntuplet," he said, gesturing to the man in question. Ian patted the space next to him. "Come sit, share a bite. Do you know Quinn? Quinn, this is my lady Nevada - Nevada, my buddy Quinn."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 8:21 pm
Thankfully the squeak Quinn made by the sudden appearance of Nevada was lost in his chewing of the smore. What was not so great was he practically almost choked as a result, coughing a few times to clear his airways again. "Yes...yes hello." Quinn waved a hand, his second one clutched to his chest. He didn't bother to correct the nickname, because Ian had actually used his real name. He breathed in deeply. "Nice to meet you." He exhaled, offering Nevada one of the spare sticks they had - a marshmallow already stuck on the tip of it ready for roasting. He also offered Ian a second marshmallow, as he put another on his stick as well. The rest of the ingredients were within reach of the three of them. Skye starrfyre INVITING Arland if he would like to see them and come for some food biggrin
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 8:29 pm
"You're petting my forehead Handsome..." She chuckled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, then sliding from his shoulders to sit next to him. "Quinntuplet eh?" She looked over at Quinn, "You seem to be missing the tuplets aren't you?" She teased, taking the stick he offered.
"It's nice to meet you Quinn, and I humbly thank you for allowing me to join..." She shifted a bit, smiling at Ian's introduction. "Oh Ian, back to the flattery, you know it makes me all warm and fuzzy when you whisper sweet nothings." She teased again, sticking a marshmellow on the end of the stick and slowly holding it over the fire.
S'more making was a very serious business and despite her naturally lazy demeanor, she would take the time and patience needed for the marshmellow to turn a golden crisp.
"God it has been awhile since I had real sweets." Not true, she had shared candy with Otto on his birthday and then the party and honestly? It all seemed to fade as she relaxed next to Ian, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Even longer since I've been around a campfire...Is that a leg from a chair??"
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 8:30 pm
There were few better ways to summon Land than with food. Good food, at that... Well, maybe not good if someone was already burning the marshmallows, but even that black crust could be peeled off to reveal the savory, smushy, gooey... "Something smells ********' amazing out here." He blurted out of nowhere after following his nose, lacking in all stealth and subtlety with the loose lacing of his boots giving them just a bit more of a tromptromp sound. "Yo!" He paused, flashing a smile to everyone he was now interrupting, that smile broadening into a grin as he caught sight of Quinn. "Hey, Champ."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 8:55 pm
"Dude," Ian stage whispered, reaching out to slap a hand on Quinn's back. "Dude, don't die on me, okay. Live, dude, live."
He grinned, shifting to make room for Nevada. One arm lifted and waited while she made herself comfortable, and then he settled his arm back around her shoulders, Ian munching on the last of his own marshmallow before he reached out and plucked the one offered by Quinn, stuffing it into his mouth very unceremoniously.
"Shut up, don't judge," he said, in answer to the chair question, his hand lifting to rifle Nevada's hair. "And you know you love the sweet nothings I whisper, gorgeous, don't lie."
Whether or not he was teasing was entirely ambiguous, Ian's attention drawn to the newcomer. He smiled up at him in greeting, lifting the hand that was currently on Nevada's head to give a wave before he settled it back around Nevada. "Yo, dude," he said. "You look familiar, but I don't think we've met. I'm Ian, and welcome to the Camp of Actual Good Tasting Food."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 9:12 pm
Quinn, now not choking on smores thanks to Ian, stayed rather quiet as Nevada and Ian seemed to go at each other back and forth, but that did not mean he wasn't thinking. Hrm. The way the two were acting around another really indicated they were something more than friends. Ian HAD called her 'his' lady... and they both seemed to be flirting. Then again, flirting was something Quinn had noticed came to Ian easily. Still though the further the conversation went, the more he was pondering it. Hey if they were, good for them both. They seemed happy. "Two legs, actually." He answered Nevada's question right after Ians answer. He used a finger and pointed at the remains of the chair in question, nibbling on a graham cracker at the same time. Though the next voice he heard, and what said voice called him, caused him to groan and press his face into his scarf wrapped around his neck. "Land you know i won on accident right?" He mumbled into the fibers of the scarf, but loud enough for everyone to hear. Either way, he blindly offered Land his stick in the direction his voice came from if he wanted to join in on the sweet-makings.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 9:30 pm
"Arland. Or Land..." He gave a gesture in Quinn's general direction as a sort of 'what he said' as he addressed him as 'Land'. It was easier to go by that anyways; less stuffy. No one wanted to be stuffy outdoors. "Maybe from the Titans thing? Or the tourney?" He was flashing Quinn a smirk again as he flopped down rather unceremoniously beside him after taking the stick. "I didn't hit my head hard enough to forget how the match went." He eyed the tip for a moment before pulling a pocket knife out of one of his various cargo pants compartments, peeling just a bit of bark off of the stick to give it a pointy end better for jabbing marshmallows with. Someone had been a boyscout... "So. Who do I have to thank for starting up this Camp of Actual Good Tasting Food?" He asked in lieu of badgering Quinn any further for the moment.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 9:30 pm
Nevada titled her head up at the newcomer, lazily smiling at him with a tilt of her hand. "Hey there new Handsome." She laughed, "It's a smores kind of night don't you think?" She brushed her hair behind her ear. "My name's Nevada, Land. That sounds weird, Nevada Land haha."
She turned to Ian, laughing again. "Well it's a good thing there is plenty of chairs to go around? You could've snuck away with a table and I am sure we could've just blamed it on Rep or something." She heard the sun hunter had issues with tables.
"I love all your sweet nothings Ian,Whisper them to me all the time." She gave him a cheeky coy grin.
"I believe Ian said we have to thank the cutie over there..." The marshmellow she had been roasting was pulled back and gingerly tested between fingers. Satisfied, she slapped it between Graham and Chocolate, nibbling into it. "Thank god for the man or woman that made S'mores."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 9:43 pm
Quinn's inner musings were right on at least one count, which was that flirting was something that came to him easily.
The other stuff, however, was totally untrue, not that Quinn knew it. Ian was too busy unsticking marshmallow goo from his fingers to notice the slightly suspicious looks directed his way. "Probably the titans thing," he said to Land, smiling a little, though it was slightly forced, since Ian disliked remembering it. He pushed that aside, however, and grinned. "And the tourney, which was pretty darn fun, I gotta say. Shiloh killed me in the very first round, but it was fun while it lasted."
Ian tilted sideways, leaning his head against Nevada's, still concentrating on his falling apart smore. He turned to look at her, however, a smirk on his lips. "Fine," he said. "I'll whisper more."
Which he did, by leaning close, his lips against her ear, and when he spoke it was soft enough that only she would be able to hear and no one else. It was something subtle, something very basic, and all he said was, "found someone," but the tone of voice implied that a) he had wanted to share with her, and b) it wasn't something meant for other people to know. Ian leaned back, smiling at Nevada, and settled his hand on her leg, squeezing gently.
"And why," he said loudly to the rest of the group, as though he hadn't just been whispering secrets to Nevada. "Can't the rest of Deus be like this, hmm? Why do we have to eat cardboard s**t. Why haven't they fixed the damn power yet?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:15 pm
Yup, all that cat and mousing the two were doing in their own section of the fire-pit pretty much solidified his thought process that the two were a couple. All they really needed to do was start kissing, because they were pretty much making out (minus the kissing) as it was. But they was their personal lives, so he would leave them to it. "I dunno Land, you still call me Champ even though you should call me accident-prone." Though a bigger quesiton in his mind right now, besides Ian and Nevada, was why people insisted on giving him nicknames. He has heard Quinnie, Quintuplet, Cutie, Champ... just to name a few. It seemed people enjoyed giving him nicknames of some variation. It was going to be hard to keep up with. Ians question grabbed his attention though, and being the only current representative of life division present, he felt obligated to answer. "They are doing all they can, really. They don't really include me in on the plans but i have sort of become the errand boy for those who are working on trying to fix it."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:24 pm
"Well, Miss Nevada... I think any night you've got a campfire going and the supplies in hand makes it a s'mores kind of night." He nodded as he leaned forward to snag a marshmallow to impale on the end of his spear-stick, holding it out towards the fire. "Killer here knocked me out in the first round." He gave Quinn a light nudge with his elbow. "But I had a good time rolling around in the sand anyways... Besides, any encounter you come out of with a new friend and having learned something is worth having, right?" He paused in conversation for a moment while watching the other two before glancing away; first at the fire and then back up to Quinn. "It's friendly banter, Quinn; confirmation of faith in your abilities even if you don't have any yourself. I can stick with calling you Quinn, though, if it'd make you feel... s**t." He quickly drew his stick back as his marshmallow caught on fire, the action interrupting whatever words he might have finished off that sentence with. "Damnit." He muttered as he brought the stick up, quickly blowing the flames on the marshmallow off as it crackled and blackened.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:32 pm
Nevada would give Ian kisses if she wasn't busy eating her smore. As well as reeling the more intimate things back. She was dating somebody (not Ian!) now, and she wasn't sure how Chelsea would feel about...too intimate of things.
"Oh were you at the Titans death parade Land? What division are you?" She craned her neck to look around for his coat emblem. It sounded like from Quinn's defense of Life, that the cutie was Life. "I was a second round, but my good friend Sherry took me out. She's a devil with her glaive."
She supported Ian's head, again, with a natural ease that she found with the man. Anytime he moved, she accommodated him. "Oh, more whispering..." She perked up, tilting her ear a bit closer to hear these sweet whisperings of secrets. The small comment made her eye widened and then ease back into her usual lazy smile, like he was telling her something not so secret but goddamn was it secret.
"You know how to catch my attention Handsome." She leaned over to bump shoulder with him, returning the whisper with one of her own. 'Will you tell me soon?'
Her attention diverted back to the group and she laughed.
"Because Deus Island believes in one thing and one thing. Suffering." She made a dramatic hand wave, nibbling on her s'more again. "I miss Pizza..." She sighed wistfully. "I hate when that happens..." She pointed her stick at the burnt marshmellow and felt pity for the man, "I'm too keen on that nice golden crispy then burnt..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 11:08 pm
He pressed an affectionate kiss to the side of Nevada's head. "Yes, definitely," he assured her, and smiled, a slight and uncharacteristic flush to his cheeks that made him look a little more flustered than he intended. Ian cleared his throat, gave a little cough, and turned his head back to look at the other two.
Who were probably very confused. Ian stifled a laugh and said, "Well, I'd like it much better here if we could have food that wasn't freeze dried first. Like," he added, holding up his own creation, which was gooey and messy. "Smores."
Ian took a bite, savoring the sweet stickiness, and then said, "So, Land - how long you been here? Still a newbie, like Quinntessential and myself here?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 7:08 am
"I was, actually. First official run-in with anything like that as a trainee. One hell of an introduction to everything, let me tell you." He lifted his gaze long enough to flash a light smirk in Nevada's direction before he glanced down, focusing his attention on peeling the crispy black shell off of the marshmallow. His hope was that if he managed it just right he could still salvage the goo and quickly smush it between graham cracker and chocolate. "Moon Division." His coat was short, unlike some of the others he'd seen, and with him sitting down and leaning against something he knew the emblem would be hard to see. "Definitely still a newbie, but I'd like to think I'm adapting well enough... Learning to roll with the punches, at the very least. And god, pizza... There's this place down the road from my old loft that made the most amazing white pizza." It was all just wishful thinking now.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 1:53 pm
He snorted at Ians comment. "Yes well, i'm certain there are others here with secret stashes of food. This just happened to be mine, and i enjoy sharing." Plus they had been desperate, really. Quinn leaned back for a second and allowed others to talk, idly nibbling on a marshmallow now. As he had explained to Ian prior, as the group grew larger he would pipe in conversation less and less. He just did better listening when there was more people than he did speaking. "We should order Pizza when the power finally comes back on." He added in his two cents, noticing a general consensus that Pizza was a good food when they finally had access to power again. "Can't you maybe some day go back and get some pizza there?" He asked Land, before glancing back at Ian and Nevada. Were they allowed to go back to old hang-outs? They had portals, right?
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