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Billions and Billions of stars? Singing at an open campfire!

Maybe this was Stacy's work in order to boost crew mortal. Maybe a distracted crewmate had left the program running, but whatever it was, Lash walked in prepared to recreate a full scaled battle, and instead found herself gazing at stars in the open sky. The air felt slightly cold, but not enough for shivering. Instead it only drew her eyes towards the middle...

It was quiet, the only light coming from the fireflies that flew around, and the huge central fire that crackled and fizzed with orange energy. It looked very inviting, especially since pieces of cut wood and metallic chairs had been placed around it, in a circle-like fashion. Come rest on us, Lashie-poo they called out. Old guitars were placed on the grass floor as well, as were a few drums of various nationally and universes. Huh. The strangest thing, however, where these plastic wrapped piece of candy that were resting on some of the chairs. Upper pieces of branches were placed near them, as if they were meant to be used together.

Unused to such things as Black Hole was not known for parties (or pretty much anything that was celebratory or fun), but not completely ignorant, Lash sat down on one of the makeshift logs, before opening one of the candy wrappers and putting one of the white candies in her mouth. It was very sweet. The afro girl then took a guitar and give it an experimental clang, unsure of how to use it.

"Huh." Music wasn't her forte.

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At first, Hunter thought that the Sensorium was empty and that someone had just left the simulation running-- then he heard the noise of an inexpertly-played guitar. "Sorry to bother you!" he calls to the tiny girl with the big hair, standing a few feet away from the campfire.

"Eh you're not bothering me at all," she replied back, tossing the guitar carelessly so that it felt with an audible clang. "I'm just trying to figure out what the whole setup is for."

It's the guitar that drew Jono in as well. He's not been able to find a real one as yet, so the sensoriums were the only place he ever got to play. And the inexpertly played one both grated on the nerves and piqued his interest enough to come in.

Looks like a campin' trip t' me, he said, picking his way close to the campfire. Used t' go out with me Scout group when I was ickle.

"Camping?" Sure she'd done camping. In a small tiny tent during pouring rain fighting in the fronts. At least she was one of the lucky ones who had a tent, it's not like her battalion had much ~~sometimes she got them to hold her tent.~~

"Never really had a circle formation around a fire before. I guess this is to talk about war strategies?"

"Not... exactly." Hunter says, rather diplomatically. "It's more of a bonding exercise than anything else." He's not even going to touch the war strategies part of that sentence.

I ain't singin' 'Kumbaya', Jono groused. He did take a seat by the fire, though. It's usually where the group comes at the end of the day t' sit 'round an' talk 'bout things. And bond. An' the scout master'd tell scary stories. 'At sorta thing.

"We did a lot of that during the Rebellion and the Vong war," Luke said, coming to take a seat as well. "It was a way to help relax. Being constantly on guard can really tire you out."

He paused, then looked a little sheepish. "Sorry to just barge in. I thought the place was empty."

"What's Kumbaya?"

It looks like another party, and there's fire, and Zuko sees no reason to miss out.

"Whatever it is, I'm not singing it either," he says as he sits down.

"I guess it's singing," Lash pondered, not really understanding the word herself. She greeted the newcomers with a polite soldier's salute, before passing the bag of white candies to the nearest person. "These are good, but don't try to stuff a few of them in your mouth like I just did."

She vaguely remembered Lash, even if she was stoned for some of it, and Kate gave a wave as she entered.

"Oh you got marshmallows, good idea!" She started to look around for a stick, and grabbed one out of the bag to roast by the fire at the end.

"Nobody better suggest we play Chubby Bunny." Hunter mutters, snagging a marshmallow and spearing it with one of the sticks. "Do we have any graham crackers?" he continues, louder.

"Playing with bunnies?" She looked around, half hoping the woodland creatures would appear around them. "I could go for some meat." If only she knew. If only.

Luke called one of the marshmallows to his hand with the Force and looked at it. It seemed similar to the mallow root extract he put in his hot chocolate, so, following the lead of the others, he looked around for something to put it on to roast it. When nothing immediately leaped out at him, he shrugged and used the Force again to levitate it just over the flames, watching to make sure it didn't burn.

Yoda, he thought with a little grin, would probably have made a very disgruntled noise to see him using the Force so frivolously.

"What's Chubby Bunny?" he asked curiously.

Hopin' it's jus' a song I ain't ever heard of. There are guitars around the outside of the circle, so Jono slips through in order to find one. It's been a while since he's had a chance to really play, after all. The sorta songs 'ey make you sing in the scouts ain't 'sactly the sorta thing any grown man wants t' admit to.

"Why would ye not admit to it?" Jamie asks curiously as he settles in onto one of the pieces of wood.

As the bag passes by, he snags one of the marshmallows and pokes at it with one finger. The others seem to be sticking them over the fire, so he finds a stick and follows suit.

"Are they that bad?"

"As a kid, they're probably one of the greatest things ever. When you grow up, you have to ask yourself 'Why did I enjoy this?'"

Irma approached the small gathering of people and plopped herself down, curious as to why everyone was here.

"Don't tell me I missed the ghost stories...!"

Tycho nodded to Luke as he took a seat next to his friend on the log. He eyed the white thing Luke was floating over the fire, and then everyone else's on sticks. "We are cooking?" he questioned. "They seem awfully small ..."

"Cooking and ghost stories?" Tycho's brow crinkled in confusion.

"This should be interesting," Han added as he took another seat near Luke. Was he...was he using the force to roast, well whatever those things were? Really? He couldn't help but crack a smile at that. Show them who's boss, kid. granted, he really shouldn't be calling him Kid anymore.

Han wasn't the most social of people, but hey, campfires he didn't mind so much. He just wish he could find where Leia was, or if it was true she was here at all. "But I don't think any of you would want to hear my ghost stories."

Well she'd never partaken into either activity, so they both sounded fun.

"I don't have ghost stories," she offered, "but I do have a lot of horror stories. Oh! And I also want to see what a Chubby Bunny is."

"Ghost stories aren't that difficult to come by." Sam had wandered in as well, taking a seat near Tycho. Since he was pretty much the only person Sam personally knew. Several others by reputation and not trying to fanboy over them, but still. "Horror stories can be pretty common around the campfire, too, though."

He grabbed a stick and one of the bags of marshmallows as it passed, piling on three before sticking it over the fire.

"C'mon, Han," Luke said, smiling at his friend. "You've got a captive audience here, and your stories are pretty good."

He'd been busy paying attention to the others, listening to the conversation, so Luke didn't notice his marshmallow had caught on fire until it was too late. With a sound of dismay, he pulled the flaming remains of what had once been a very tasty marshmallow out of the fire, blowing on it until the little flames had gone out.

Flames are for suckers. Zuko cups both his hands around the marshmallow and breathes into the little hand-oven once. When he opens his hands, the marshmallow is toasted to golden-brown perfection. Good superpower, or best superpower?

"Yeah, don't stop there. That's just cruel," he adds, nodding to Sam. "Like dangling a carrot in front of an ostrich-horse's nose."

Ostrich-horse? Jono looked up, blinking widely at Zuko. Yeah, he well remembered the guy who had pulled him out of his nightmare. I...ain't ever heard of one of those, mate.

He shook his head and ducked to check his fingering before he started picking out an intro (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkBZZpV9qbo) that might be familiar to some. After a moment, he paused, putting his hand over the strings. 'Kay, maybe not 'at one.

Billy'd probably come in at the best time. He smiled at the song the man was playing and plopped himself down near him.

"You're good at that." He gave him a smile and then looked over at the campfire.

It was a good thing they hadn't actually started sharing scary stories yet, because someone that looked like he belonged in one (and his kind were the stars of quite a few in Krynn) was approaching the fire curiously. Kang recognized a few of the people, but not all of them, and the music sounded interesting.

"What's this?"

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