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[resultofwar]

[Whoever had come up with a dinosaur theme park was an idiot. Period. End of story. Olive had explained the concept of Jurassic Park, and now more than ever, Heero hated the fact that he didn't have a gun. Not that one would do much good against one of the larger ones, but against a raptor, if he was fast enough, he could have a chance.

Of course, there was always the option of throwing himself in front of one to protect Olive, but that would only buy her so much time, and she'd sort of proved already that she had no idea how to survive by herself.

So far, they'd been lucky. The only dinosaurs they'd encountered were small or ignored them entirely, and as night was falling on the first day, they'd stopped to make camp. Heero had made sure to check the perimeter for tracks and other signs of the animals and found none, and headed back to see Olive trying to do... something.

An eyebrow was raised slightly.]

What are you doing?

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[worstsongever]

[She'd been pretty impressed by Heero's wild survival skills or whatever, so she'd been determined to do her part while he...checked the perimeter? Checked the perimeter. So she had a small pile of dead leaves and two sticks that she was furiously rubbing together.]

You know, I had a feeling this wouldn't be as easy as it looks, but it is way harder than I thought it would be.

[Hi Heero. What. :|] I'm trying to start a fire.

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[Eyebrow quirkkkk.] Have you done it before?

[He appreciated the effort, but he was more than happy to just do all the wilderness survival stuff he'd been trained to do while Olive focused on staying alive and unhurt.]

[worstsongever]

Um. No. [Hy, it's not like she needs to focus on breathing or something. :| She lets out a breath, blowing up at her bangs.] You don't happen to have a match, do you?

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No. [He knelt down next to her and reorganized the pile of leaves slightly before extending a hand, palm up, to take the sticks. Unless she wanted to insist she could do it and give it another shot.]

[worstsongever]

[Oh, no, the sticks were aaaaall his. She handed them over, but stayed crouching, because if he was going to rub them together and make fire, she wanted to know HOW.]

[resultofwar]

[He carefully inspected them, and decided they'd probably work fine - they were thick enough to be used properly - and began setting up his materials to catch the coal he'd be creating.]

We need more fuel.

[worstsongever]

As it happens, I'm kind of low on gasoline, [Olive offered dryly - but she looked around, and found some fallen, dead leaves that weren't particularly damp.] Tinder, right?

[resultofwar]

Yeah. [Well, someone is vaguely impressed, Olive. He's just going to arrange them accordingly and start working on getting that coal together.]

[worstsongever]

[Hey she reads, okay, that doesn't mean she can do. But she can do dead leaves apparently, so...yay?] Are you supposed to like...blow on it? When it catches?

[resultofwar]

Yeah. [Which he will be doing in just a moment.] You probably need some lessons. In case we're separated in port again.

[worstsongever]

Whyyyy would we be separated? There better not be any separating going on here. [Do not leave her here. She will die. :|]

[resultofwar]

[Oh lord. Serious/earnest look now.] I'm not going anywhere. I meant, in case anything happens in the future.

[worstsongever]

...In that case, yes. Lessons are probably a goo idea. [But also don't leave her here. :| Also also, fire!] You realize you make it look a hundred times simpler than it is, right?

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[His mouth actually quirks into a small smile as he starts adding a little more fuel to the fire, building it up carefully.] I've had a lot of practice.

[worstsongever]

[She is going to gape at him for that.] Oh my God. You smiled. [And she is grinning now.] Good to know you can.

[resultofwar]

[The Barge is getting to him a little. :| He's just going to be quiet and keep working on the fire.]

[worstsongever]

[She's nudging him with her elbow.] You don't have to stop just because I pointed it out, you know.

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[He's just... going to ignore that.] Do you need anything?

[worstsongever]

[SIGH.] I think a fire's probably good enough for now. Maybe we should try looking for...berries, or Jurassic apples tomorrow or something.

[resultofwar]

Did they have apples during the Jurassic? [The history of prehistoric earth was not an essential thing to learn as a Jr. terrorist and political activist.]

[worstsongever]

[Bet you're regretting that, huh Heero.] ...You know, I have no idea. There had to be some kind of fruit. Maybe like...proto-apples.

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Or maybe whoever designed the park didn't go for complete historical accuracy.

[worstsongever]

Also point. But if we find any, I'm calling them proto-apples and we're going to take a stash.

[resultofwar]

... Okay. [Olive you are so weird. :|]

[worstsongever]

Good. Maybe we can even try roasting them. [Shut up you know you love it.]

[resultofwar]

Let's just hope they're not poisonous.