Black Rock, Nevada; Wednesday evening

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Parker had stopped at the Central Cafe again after this afternoon's lightning storm, and was waiting for the arrival of Isabel, and anyone else who wanted to chase fire around the perimeter of the Camp. Just as long as no one prematurely arson'd the Man again, like last year. Bastards.

[ooc: open to all Burners, with further developments upon the arrival of Zeeeero]

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[blessed_twice]

Wyatt had evolved that special Whitelighter sense that let him realize if an area was clear and safe for orbing. So with only Parker in the immediate area, it was fine to orb to Black Rock in the Zeroverse, one Isabel-shaped passenger in tow. "Hey, Parker," he said.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Wyatt, hey." Parker grinned, and toasted him with her mug. "Nice entrance. Too bad no one else is here to appreciate it." She grinned at Isabel. "Welcome to Black Rock Crazy City, Population, Way Too Damn Many Stoners."

[swerval_zero]

Zero bounced up, dressed in what looked like a crazy fairy costume, and said cheerily, "Isabel, you made it!" and then, "I need coffee. Is there coffee?" There was always coffee.

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"Like I'd miss this?" Isabel grinned back. "But sadly I have no coffee at the moment. Give me a little time and I can fix that."

Then she asked the important question. "Where do we set up our tent?" Not that Isabel was looking forward to some private time with Wyatt or anything.

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt took a look around the area. "How about there, is that a good spot?" he asked.

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"Saved you a spot near Dave, in Camp Voodoo, 3 O'Clock and Osage," Parker said, pointing up the street. "If you set up anywhere, it might get weird... then again, that can be fun." She grinned. "Set up anywhere, see what the performance artists say! And we can go on a quest for coffee, since it seems to be a required element?"

[swerval_zero]

"Coffee is always a required element," Zero chirped. Possibly she was already highly caffeinated. Or just high on life.

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"Absolutely," Isabel agreed. "It needs its own spot on the periodic table."

She turned to Wyatt and gave him puppy eyes. "Would you mind setting up the tent while I go on a quest for coffee? By Dave. Just so things don't get weird when we're trying to sleep." Not that she really thought they'd get much sleep given the chaos she could see and hear around them. "I'll bring you some back! Or something cold if you'd rather have that."

[blessed_twice]

"Something cold, since I could work up a sweat," Wyatt grinned. He gave Isabel a quick kiss and picked up the bag with the tent in it. "I'll be all manly and set up the tent." He grunted for good measure.

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Parker coughed, then smirked. "Yeaaah, you go do that, SockBoy. We'll bring back the girrrrlfriend after we've had some adventures. Don't wait up," she teased.

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Isabel stuck her tongue out at Parker, gave Wyatt another, longer kiss goodbye, then watched with an appreciative eye as he walked off towards Dave to set up the tent.

"So you said something about adventures?"

[swerval_zero]

"Coffee adventures!" Zero agreed. "But there could be other adventures, too." She grinned mischievously. "Ever wanted a painting of your girl bits?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"That's not something I ever really considered," she admitted, trying not to go with her immediate reaction of OH HELL NO! "What about you Parker?"

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Parker looked considering. "Hmm. How cute would the artist be?" She grinned. "I don't have a boyfriend to worry about, after all."

[swerval_zero]

"I do, though," Zero said, tilting her head. "D'you think Peter would like a painting of my girl bits?"

In LA, Peter's spider sense was probably tingling.

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Isabel considered it for a moment. "It'd be one hell of a Christmas gift? Even if he had to hang it in a closet?"

[not_in_the_book]

At which point a brief pop of air announced the arrival of a Ronan in their midst. "Did I miss anything?" he asked, grinning at the gathered girls.

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Parker grinned evilly. "Yes."

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Anders had wandered up just in time to hear that last bit, and smirked. "Shame about losing the footage, really."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Anders!" Isabel grinned, bouncing over to give him a hug. "Zero wants to get a painting done of her girl bits. Should I let her talk me into getting one of my own?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders was in the middle of hugging her back when the import of the question sank in, and he let out a strangled yelp of horror. So much for all that growing up he'd claimed to do.

"No no no for the love of frak no!"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan blinked. Stared. Contemplated.

"Okay, I was right. I really, really didn't want to know." He paused. "Although. Do they do paintings of manly bits, too?"

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"I'd bet someone on the playa does, even if it's not the same artist. I will if you will," Parker dared him. "Do you remember where those guys are, Zero?" She paused, adding, "I honestly don't know if Peter would treasure or freak out at a painting like that."

[swerval_zero]

"If he freaks out, he clearly has some societal hang-ups he still needs to get over," Zero scoffed. "Maybe something abstracted, like. It'll go more with our decor than realism," she pondered, to the likely horror of those around her. "I'm sure there's someone paintin' dicks, why not?"

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"I'm sure there is," Isabel agreed. "We should go find him. Or her. Them even."

And while they were at it, she'd look for something cool to drink. Obviously the heat was affecting her brain since the idea was starting to sound oddly appealing. If only to see the look on Wyatt's face when she showed it to him.