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Arthur didn't quite wake up at dawn, but close to it. He was warm, though, courtesy of Merlin's magic (and Merlin's limbs embedded in various arm- and kneepits, although that was going to get uncomfortable soon). So that was all right.

He made a valiant attempt to sort-of turn over, ascertained that nothing had broken into the tent, and flopped back.

Another day of travel was about to commence, but he was going to grab three more winks.

[[ oooopen ]]

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-25 01:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com
The past two days had done nothing to dislodge from Katchoo's head the notion that Arthur was even more insane than he claimed not to be, thanks.

And she was pretty sure she'd slept on a rock, but her fault for not checking the ground thoroughly first.

One way or another, could she just . . . not move for a while? And maybe when she woke up she'd realize that whole thing about Arthur driving had been an insane dream fueled by eating pickles and Pop Rocks together? Maybe?

No?

. . . damn.

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-25 06:59 pm (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (camping)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
...Pickles and pop rocks? Is there something you want to tell us, Katina?

Not that Francine was thinking that. Francine was mostly thinking, I'm going to go stand outside the tent and look at the morning, because it's really pretty, but I'm not going to do it in my underwear, because that would be freezing and WTF and OMFG! And I have no idea why I just thought about going out in my underwear in the first place.

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-26 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
Merlin blundered out of the tent, stretching and eying the rabbits with something like glee. "Breakfast?"

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-26 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"Pushy, pushy," Merlin said, straightening his coat as he did just that.

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-26 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"...you throw things in a pot and cook it until it's stewy?" It was a good plan.

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-26 04:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"Maybe if we have any edible plants in the area, they can go in as well," Merlin added brightly.

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-26 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"...I haven't looked."

Damn it, Merlin wasn't the girl here.

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-26 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"Well, as long as they haven't changed since then..."

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-26 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"You have my word I'll try to keep poisoning to a minimum."

Unless you're Morgana.

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-26 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"How far off it that?" Merlin asked, peeking along the edges of the camp for anything edible.

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-26 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"At least horses don't crash into things," Merlin pointed out.

Re: Break Up Camp

Date: 2010-02-26 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
"And cars end up a pile of sharp, pointy metal."

Re: OOC

Date: 2010-02-25 01:15 pm (UTC)
vanillajello: (Fairy!)
From: [personal profile] vanillajello
Those were massive hits over here some months back.

I liked them well anough until one night when one of my neighbours decided to play Umbrella several times very effing loud at about 3 AM, after which I just wanted to murder everyone connected to the bloody thing.

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