Indiana Dunes State Park- Saturday evening

[throughaphase]

After a day of hiking, it was best to get back to camp by nightfall. It was a chilly 41 degrees, but there was no real chance of rain, and cold was why fires were invented. And hey, if you hated it, it was the last night!

So hang out, get dinner, make some friends, and yes that is still sand if your shoes. You're not fully getting rid of it for a while.

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Re: Campsite [Sat pm]

[vdistinctive]

Eliot rolled his eyes. "Yeah, man, I made you sick to avoid that damned roomba. That definitely sounds like me."

Well, at least Hardison's body temperature wasn't low anymore.

RE: Re: Campsite [Sat pm]

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I told you I'm fine," Hardison glared. "I'm a little tired and I feel kinda rough, but it ain't nothin' a good night's sleep can't fix."

Re: Campsite [Sat pm]

[vdistinctive]

"Which is why you're out here yelling about ice cream and dance parties, right." Eliot sighed. "To get a good night's sleep."

RE: Re: Campsite [Sat pm]

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Would you rather I started invitin' everyone in for the X-box tournament instead?" Hardison asked. "Look, people just wanna have a good time an it's not like they can go hikin' or somethin' after dark."

Re: Campsite [Sat pm]

[vdistinctive]

Eliot would rather throw the X-box in the lake. "That ain't even true." Eliot loved a good night hike. "And I know it ain't your strong suit, but sitting quietly is a good time."

Especially with a campfire! Did you see the campfire, Hardison? They could tell stories and watch the flames and occasionally set marshmallows on fire just to watch them burn!

RE: Re: Campsite [Sat pm]

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Which was almost certainly how the cavemen had spent their time, in between hiding from sabre-tooth lions and trying not to starve in between woolly mammoth hunts. But ever since man evolved and started walking upright, they'd been looking for other ways to entertain themselves.

"I'd sit quietly durin' an X-Box tournament," Hardison grumbled. Then turned away to cough, a thick, wet sound.

TOTALLY HEALTHY!

Re: Campsite [Sat pm]

[vdistinctive]

"For the love of -- I've seen you play video games, Hardison, you bounce all over the damn place." Eliot found a nice log by the fire and grabbed for Hardison's shirt to drag him over to it. "Now sit down before you start hacking up a lung."

RE: Re: Campsite [Sat pm]

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I may, like, get into it, yeah, but I don't bounce," Hardison said, dragging his feet over to the fire and being forcibly sat. "I just, like, you know, groove! You'd understand if you ever sat down to play something!"

Re: Campsite [Sat pm]

[vdistinctive]

Well, at least he was sitting. Eliot checked on his soup, looping his arm over Hardison's shoulder to keep him there. "You kidding? Between you and Parker it's like hanging out with two of those cartoon bouncing bears." Meta for Gummy Bears was probably before Hardison's time, wasn't it. "And I have played. We did that fishing game, remember?"

And Hardison had bounced in his seat while Eliot hated it.