Kellerman's Resort, Saturday Evening, October 17th

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It was the last night of a magical week here at Kellerman's. It could only be hoped that everyone had the time of their lives. That they'd never felt this way before.

But we swear it's the truth.

And they owe it all to the wonderful camp for putting up with everyone's shenanigans. Bobby.

[OOC: And here we go! | Morning Post | Cottage & Room List | Rooms | Pool, Hot Tub, Sauna | Kellerman's Bar | Kellerman's Farewell Party | Moonlight Boat Ride | Lake Hike | Bonfire | OOC |OCD is up! Go have fun!]

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Re: Bonfire

[momslilassassin]

"Especially if I get that engine working," Ben added.

Re: Bonfire

[furnaceface]

//Engine?// Jono was intrigued, now. //And here I'd been thinking we'd just dress up as werewolves or ghosts or some such thing.//

Re: Bonfire

[momslilassassin]

"For your Thor hat," Ben explained, laughing. "I've actually started working on it."

Re: Bonfire

[furnaceface]

Excuse Jono while he sits there and gapes at Ben for a moment, please.

//Yer pullin my leg,// he decided, laughing. //Really?//

Re: Bonfire

[momslilassassin]

Ben's cheeks went pink. "I tinker," he said.

Re: Bonfire

[furnaceface]

//To make a flying hat, I suppose yer would have to,// Jonothon pointed out. //That's bloody brilliant, Ben!//

No, seriously. This was probably one of the more awesome things he'd been informed of... possibly ever.

Also, it was a flying helmet. What was not to love?

Re: Bonfire

[momslilassassin]

"Right now, it doesn't hold up a person," Ben said. "But my pet turtle is plenty tired of flying."

Re: Bonfire

[furnaceface]

If was very fortunate for Jono at about that moment that he didn't breathe, and that his laughter was, physically, little more than a quiver in his shoulders. Because if he had been physically capable of doing so, he probably would have laughed until he died, just then.

//Ben, has anybody ever told yer that yer absolutely mad?//

This was not a complaint.

Re: Bonfire

[momslilassassin]

"A couple times a week, but it's Ender and I ignore it," Ben said, laughing.

Re: Bonfire

[furnaceface]

//Well, I hope yer realize that now, I actually have to find a way to get my hands on a pair of metal trousers in yer size,// Jono pointed out, shaking his head. //It's only fair.//

Re: Bonfire

[momslilassassin]

"Check that weird sex store," Ben recommended, blushing to match his hair. "Not that I've ever been in there."

Re: Bonfire

[furnaceface]

//Oh, yes, that's just what I need to do,// Jonothon replied, trying damn hard not to project another laugh at poor Ben. //Stop by that place, askin' for kink clothing for my big sibling. Because that won't give th'wrong impression at all.//

A beat.

//Besides, I'd need yer measurements, for that.//

Re: Bonfire

[momslilassassin]

"Large," Ben said without thinking, then tried to discover if you could die from embarrassment.

Re: Bonfire

[furnaceface]

Well, so much for Jono's attempts to keep from laughing directly into anybody's brain. He'd be a moment. He was going to just be keeled forward over the top of his guitar, getting his hysterics out in the most effective manner possible. And then, when his fit was through, he was going to offer up a slow nod, and a thumbs-up.

And then he was going to chuckle again.

//I'll definitely keep that in mind, mate.//

Re: Bonfire

[momslilassassin]

Ben was just going to be over here dying, then.

"Happy to help," he choked out from his extremely clever hiding place behind his fingers.