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♕1st Experiement [Action]

[Bonnibel had been walking for some time now. The sun was high and warm in the sky when she had started out, and now it had just slipped past the horizon. Her legs and feet were sore hours ago, and now she was also starting to get hungry.]

"Ugh, what the cabbage is even going on here?"

[Here we go again, another day, another kidnapping. In the past she would have handled these sorts of things with calm grace and dignity, but not today. It wasn't that long ago that Bonnibel spent a month or more pasted to a sistern wall by deer saliva, and her patience was already thin. She yelled some obscenities and kicked a rock with her right foot, hard, and then winced. Her toes took it worse than the rock did, but that was all part of the catharsis, or something. Grumbling loudly, she sat down and clutched her head in her hands, rubbing at her temples.]

"You kept me waiting long enough last time Finn and Jake, when the lettuce are you going to turnipping show up?!"

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[It was just as normal for a glance and a shrug to carry on the message of 'It's okay, we'll talk about this later, so I can properly apologize for being a butt to you out of nowhere, Marceline.' right? Of course, sure why not! Giving Marceline a sad little smile, and then letting out a sigh Bonni put the whole issue aside for now.]

"So what, this invisible, untouchable Perv Queen tries to get us 'together' just so she can watch the whole thing? That's so unbelievably gross and way creepy! And wait just a minute, you have an Ice Queen?! Where in Ooo do you live? The parallels are getting to be quite interesting!"

[Bonni shuddered just talking about it! This made the Ice King look like a sad and almost harmless old man! And wait, what was that about an Ice Queen? Curiouser and curiouser. Then, looking up to the sky Bonnibel called out as loud as she could without being a bother to Fionna, who was kind enough to tote her around.]

"Hey Queen Butt! You're hearing this right now, right? Why don't you go chew on a turnip and let us watch for a change! And then you can go GET LUMPED and send us all the LUMP home!"

[Lumpy Space vernacular is how you know someone is mad and means it! PB was actually rather happy that she was being carried right about now. She had an idea of what was lurking unsaid, and it would have taken her to her knees. While she herself may have been an easy kidnapping target, not just anyone can waltz in and steal up the queen of the vampires. If this Butt Queen was someone who could hold Marceline against her will, PB had to brace herself for the possibility that they may not be going home anytime soon. Or at all. That her kingdom might fall into the sour hands of Lemongrab, and that she might never even be able to say goodbye to her people, or to her friends. To Finn and Jake, and more than anyone to her best friend, Lady Rainicorn. Thankfully for her Marceline's teasing came along just at the right time.]

"MARCELINE! That's just... uncalled for! She's just.. Quiddit!"

[She flailed and kicked playfully in Fionna's arms, but she laughed too, and stuck her tongue out at Marceline, just to make sure she didn't rekindle the flames of awkward. All three of them were plucked up like that, all three of them had someone or something left behind. Bonni was just going to have to be strong for Fionna and Marceline, and try and keep their spirits high! Then she realized it. The Perv Queen did take their stuff. All of it! They were all wearing a simple white dress. Including Marceline. How in the lump did she not notice that sooner? Suddenly all of the awkward tension around Bonni was gone with a resounding laugh.]

"Pffffffbt! Nice dress there Marceline Monroe!"

[She thought that was the last name of the actress from The Seven Year Itch, one of the old movies they had watched at Movie Night, anyway.]

"Yeah, we need to find something that can give Marcie some shelter from the sun, right? And wait, what the cabbage you live in a tree fort too? You really are just like Finn! Next you're going to tell us that Cake is a magical dog, and your sister!"

┫If there is one thing that the girls have it is later. There are more important things at hand, like not freezing or starving to death! That would be a pretty pathetic and anti-climatic way for this whole shindig to end! Marceline stops rubbing her nose raw and smiles her usual fangy smile.┣

"I was told that even if you're careful this Queen will find a way to get you. I don't know what kind of kicks she is getting out of this but what I do know is that you have to wake up pretty early in the morning to pull one over on us girls from Ooo!"

┫Sneaking a quick glance over at Fionna and Bonnibel Marceline tilts her head. Here they are smiling, laughing and taunting their captors. It's like Finn is here, yet not. Lost in thought she finds her mind reeling: Marshall Lee, Ice Queen and Cake: Just what is Fionna feeling right now?
Those thoughts crash and burn thanks to Princess Bubblegum's screaming. Get lumped. Just a few hours ago Marceline thought she'd never hear that again!┣

"Yeah, yeah! I'm sorry you two! But if the image fits you have to admit!"

┫With a groan Marceline makes busy gathering up some wood, her face burning with a blush while her back was turned. These dresses do more than make you cold, they're embarrassing! She really, really, really needs to find her stuff! However, food and being warm are more important! All these things to get done and worry about and all before the sun comes up, ugh! ┣

"Fionna, didn't you say that there is a Prince Gumball too? You haven't said too much about where you're from outside of it being where we're from. As for me and the sun I'll cross that bridge when I find it!"

┫Vegatables, fruit and animals. Marceline can smell them all and is formulating a plan in her head to get food rich quick. For some reason she keeps thinking of birds, she was told something about birds.┣

Edited 2011-12-22 07:05 (UTC)

"Yeah, this magic is sorta powerful, if they got all these other girls here. Some of them's been here for months, I didn't ask if any were here longer. How long do you think until they'll let us go back home? I asked one and she said..."

[Well, something about getting down with girls, a concept that Fionna just HAD to revisit and blushed accordingly. Man, who needed to go putting ideas like that in people's heads? It was as bad as that time with that ghost who caught the ball with his butt! Some things were just too strange to think about! For her, anyway.]

[Speaking of cold, Fionna did shiver slightly, but that was all they were going to get: she was an adventurer, they depended on her to be the strongest! She just made sure her hat stayed on tight, trying not to think of images.]

"The Ooo you guys keeps talking about is just like mine, but everybody that's a guy from your world is a girl in mine, and the same backwards! Prince Gumball is pretty flippin sweet, and is a great ruler. You guys ought to meet him someday."

[Happily, she's gotten over him, though only just. She looked at Princess Bubblegum, seeing the resemblance.

"Huh? No way dude, Cake is a cat. But she IS all that other stuff you said!"

[PB breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of that toothy smile. She really didn't want the whole of her time in this weird place to be filled with fighting, and sometimes that meant biting the gobstopper and being the one to apologize, as much as she hated that. At least now she'd have a chance to do that, when all the important staying alive stuff was done.]

"You're darn right you have to get up early for that Marcie! The Queen of Butts will regret coming to Ooo for her little kidnapping pervy games when we're done raising the Nightosphere in this place!"

"And no way Marcie, I'm not admitting to anything unless you let me call Marceline Monroe some more! And hey you both talked to other girls being held here right? Are there any others from Ooo, or is the Queen of Butts finding some other place to pluck people from?"

[Prince..Gumball? This was weird. Way weird. Really way weird, in a really weird way. It really was like everything in Fionna's Ooo was the same as their Ooo, but with a few little differences like gender.]

"What the nuts, Prince Gumball?! Gumball, not Gumbald right? I had a great uncle named Gumbald. I wonder just how far this Mirror Ooo of yours goes. Lemme make a few scientific wild guesses and see how many stick! Prince Gumball has a servant named Peppermint Maid? And he's friends with Lord Rainicorn? And sometimes a weird floating guy called Lumpy Space Prince hangs around?"

[She laughed, and hoped it would be infectious. Fionna and Cake seemed a mirror of Finn and Jake in so many ways, and she knew that Finn would crumble to bits in days without Jake at his side. Fionna was probably missing Cake more than she wanted to think about.]

"The sun is absolutely not a bridge we're crossing when we get to it, Marceline! I've seen what happens when you get any sunlight on you, and we're not taking any of those kinds of risks! I just wish Science were here to help me engineer some lightproof junk."

[Bonni noticed Fionna's little shiver, and did what little she could to stay close to her and keep her warm, and really seriously hoped that doing so wouldn't garner any more teasing from Marceline. Really it was the least she could do for being kept off of her foot, and it wasn't like she wasn't feeling the cold either. And just what was the idea the Queen of Butts had with these little white dresses in this weather?! The least she could do was provide them with sweaters and some sleeping bags! Even the ICE KING had better kidnapping courtesy! Thinking about the cold, she couldn't help but to worry about how bad Marceline probably had it. She didn't produce the same amount of body heat, and didn't have someone who had carried her to provide some extra warmth. Then, she figured, it was time to go ahead and bite the gobstopper a little early, even if it was going to be embarrassing as math.]

"Hey Marceline, get over here for a sec before you go off to do that food finding stuff."

Edited 2011-12-22 08:53 (UTC)

┫Talk about rare! Marceline and Bonnibel tend to be like a Mongoose and a Snake, always locked in some sort of battle. Sure, the battles were usually childish and pointless; however, they were the sugary glue that kept their friendship from utterly dissolving. There is more than enough going on for them at the moment, the last thing they needed was to add another card to the precarious balance. Marceline chunks a few branches and handfuls of loose leaves on to the fire, giving a low whistle of relief as it manages to catch despite the falling snow.┣

"We may need all the power in the Nightosphere to get out of here, maybe even more! It is possible to go home, but only if the Queen get tired of you not playing nice and sends you back."

┫Turning around to face PB and Fionna again Marceline gives a dramatic, and looping, roll of her beady little eyes. Yeah, she is steadily getting back to being herself bit by bit. Enough so that once her eyes adjust to the dim light of the fire she is able to see the streak of red as it races across Fionna's cheeks: Which she'll get around to pointing out and calling the Adventurer on.┣

"Oh fine, Bonni! I'll give it a rest if you do? And I dunno, of all the talking heads we're the only ones from Ooo that I've seen."

"Fionna, what's with the red? Your head'll turn into a tomato if you keep it up! So you might as well tell!"

┫Well, she won't threaten to bite since: She wouldn't anyway and tomato gives her cabbage freaky dreams. Marceline picks up a twig and gives the fire a poke or two, keeping the flames rolling. As the smoke gives rise the scent is very clearly that of apple. Not just any apple, but wick. The wood really shouldn't smell this way, not in Winter at least. Shielding her eyes, purely out of habit, she looks up at the canopy over head. Sure enough, there is red in them thar leaves!┣

"Trust me, I know just how dirt balls it is when I'm in the sun. It is almost as dirt balls as standing around in the snow wearing this sheet! Right now Science can't do the work and I'll just improvise until something more permanent comes along. Like we find that sand or some junk."

┫Wait, did Fionna say that Cake is a cat? That is the total opposite of Jake the dog. Maybe it is the hunger and cold working together to make her brain run faster, but she is beginning to read between the lines. As Bonni pokes and prods Fionna for more information, in a purely scientific way of course, Marceline takes a few steps away from the fire--her bat nose wiggling as she tries to make out other scents in the air. Glob, being so hungry really isn't helping her senses.┣

"What's up, BonBon?"

┫Unable to catch more than the scent of the fire Marceline wanders back over to Fionna and Bonni, her head tilted. All this shivering and blushing can be hidden or gotten rid of by sitting by the fire, or at least that was part of Marceline's intent. A lot is going through The Vampire Queen's head right now, a fact that she is hiding with her usual carefree smile and occasional jabs. They are cold, hungry, hurt, alone and far from home. Sure, Fionna is an adventurer but this is too much for one set of shoulders to bare.┣

Edited 2011-12-22 23:01 (UTC)

[Ok, enough of this blushing! she was about to have these guys think that she was less than whoever was this male version of her! If they wanted to know about that version of Prince Gumball so much, she wasn't going to be anymore bashful about it!]

"Prince Gumball is one of the nicest, smartest guys I know. He's the type of dude that would do anything for his people, and sometimes he gets flack for that. But so long as I'm there to make sure that he gets treated ok, nothing bad will happen to him...except that one thing with the Lickhkind. But that was the Ice Queen's fault anyway."

[Oh yeah, they were wearing weird clothes. She figures that was probably why she shivered a little while ago. Not that she was going to let THEM see her complaining.]

And its Lord Monichrome, actually. He is just cool looking, man. And I'm not a tomato! I just...its cold, yeah, that's it!"

[She shook her head]. "Whatevs. Let's go hunt for some chow. I can do the cleaning and junk."

"Wait a minute, the nightosphere! Why didn't I think of that before I thought of it just now? Marceline, have you tried calling your Dad here? Or is that like a last last of the last of last resort kinda stuff?"

"So she sends people home that get under her skin? That's perfect you guys, we've already our daring escape plans written out! We get the Queen of Butts so flipped out that she can't stand us anymore, and pops us home like a great big..."

[She paused with a look of horror.]

"...What the nuts, you guys, talking heads?! Oh lemons Marceline, Fionna, do they decapitate people that don't play along here, and keep their heads alive as grim warnings?! Oh cabbages, oh cabbages, oh cabbaaaagggggeeeeeeesssss this is bad! This is brussel sprouts bad! Can I take back all that Queen of Butts stuff?"

[At the mention of Gumball's run in with the Lich Bonni put aside her panic attack long enough to turn to Marceline, a look of mild shock on her face. The parellels between the two Ooos went far, almost too much so. Prince Gumball fell victim to the Lich because of the Ice Queen? That was too similar to her own little incident. Then there was Lord Monochromicorn and Cake, who had more variables in them than just gender and name. PB, or really here without a kingdom, B decided to make another little scientific test by teasing, which was of course the best science. Besides, Marceline had already started on the teasing road with the tomato comment!]

"He sounds like an awesome prince, and I'm sure he appreciates all the stuff you do for him, Fionna. But I bet you really must like him a lot! to help him out so much!"

[You could actually hear the space between A and Lot when she said it. Proper spelling leads to proper dictation, that's what Peppermint Butler always said. And probably also what Peppermint Maid said, although that was a little scary to think about.]

[Bonni stood up from Fionna and tested her weight on her right foot. It still hurt a little, but it didn't seem to be broken or anything. With a little teeny bit of wincing she made her way over to the camp fire, and eagerly plopped herself down in front of it, enjoying its warmth. Then, turning to face Marceline she grasped firmly at a few locks of of the gum-hair tucked away by the side of her neck (someplace a little out of sight) and gave it a sharp tug. The glob of hair came free with a resonant snap, and she reached out to place the it in the palm of Marceline's hand. It was still a little warm, and brightly pink. Her face, however, was crimson enough to be an appetizer for this snack.]

"Eat this before you go out looking for food, okay? Then I'm totes helping when we look for the sand."

"Yeah, about that, he would probably be major hungry by the time he got here and I think we all know what would happen next! Not that the Queen wouldn't deserve it or anything!"

⦅She feels like a total lame brain for not even thinking about it. Since she woke up in this place she had spent every second thinking about how to get home and yet asking her Dad to come pick them up hadn't crossed her mind! Stupid, stupid. stupid!⦆

"I don't know that for sure. I just heard that sometimes she sends people away and sometimes she drags them back. We can give lighting a fire under her hams a try while I find them stuff to get my dad here?"

⦅Oh great! Marceline totally didn't mean to freak Bonni out! Again, that is the last thing that needed to happen! Wincing, she puts her hands out in front of herself and shakes her head frantically! How the plum is she going to defuse this ticking time bomb!?⦆

"I don't know! I don't think she does! Uh..you remember movie night? It is kind of like that but the people in the glass talk to you and you can talk to them! It is cabbaged and lumped up but nothing that horrific! She is a Queen and she is a Butt, but the last thing we need is for her to be all over us and junk, right?"

⦅Fionna talking means that there is less room for Marceline to make another panic attack worthy slip of the tongue! Really, she is totally going to have to watch herself from here on out! If they're going to make make it out or adjust she has to tread softly as all get out. While she is getting used to Fionna, Marceline really isn't sure if she will ever get used to hearing about Prince Gumball and the Vampire King. Okay, there is something much worse than them, the Lich! She does her best to hide the shiver that crawled it's way along her spine.⦆

"Prince Gumball has probably worn a rut into the palace floors, worried to bubbles over you Fionna! Bonni is right! When you help someone so much you can't help but really like them! You aren't just any tomato, you're a blushing tomato!"

⦅Laughing to herself Marceline gives the tree next to her a few hard nudges with her shoulder, shaking loose a few apples from the lower canopy of the tree. Before she can bend over to snatch them up PB is on her way over, the act itself enough to make the Vampire inwardly squirm, flail and demand that the Princess park her butt this instant! When she does park it Marceline sits next to her, confusion written all over her face.⦆

"Bonni, hey wait! You can't! I can't!"

⦅Blushing furiously she gives up on arguing and just lets the lock of bubblegum hair rest in her palm. All she can think is, What in glob's name is going through PB's brain right now?! Of all the things that could have been said or given, Bonni had done this! Marceline carefully holds it, worried (foolishly) that her body heat (there is a distinct lack there of that she is forgetting) will melt the hair. She turns around, looking to Fionna, embarrassed a million times over. Stuttering she plasters a hand over her mouth, taking a few second to steel her nerves and maybe do as Bonni told her to.⦆

"T...thanks." ⦅She clears her throat⦆ "Yeah, to the both of you. N..now lets get this done with!"

⦅She picks up the apples that she knocked loose and gently sets them in Bonni's lap. Given the injury that she claims to not be so bad, gathering fallen fruit suits the best. With a pop of her neck Marceline shifts forms again, this time to her half wolf. Tired or not she will be able to ferret out wild birds this way!⦆

"Anything you can get your mitts on, totally grab! Watch Bonni, I'll try to make this quick!"

⦅She snaps her mouth shut and bounds off into the snow, howling and growling the whole way. If this magic dirt thing ends up being a bust they need another way to survive through whatever the next day decides to bring. ⦆

Edited 2011-12-23 09:34 (UTC)

"Guys, that would just be a bad idea. Fighting the Queen is one thing, but there are a bunch of other girls here too, and we hafta think about that. Summoning a soul sucking vampire would just be a bad idea, and that last time was bad enough. I couldn't even beat him down that time, we had to actually send him back to the Nightosphere."

[And she didn't exactly relish the idea if fighting somebody like Marceline's dad (or Marshall lee's mom in the last case), not when they had to take care of a bunch of other stuff here.]

"Nah dude, there aren't talking heads. Its the way people talk to teach other all over the place here. I think they called it the Vine or some biz."

[This would be one of those times where the girls would see a little difference between her and Finn: she was not thirteen, and she would actually take the time to read stuff...when Cake wasn't here. Seriously though, just think of Cake made her feel sad, something she was trying to shrug off just for now.]

"We can just not talk about him for now," Fionna said, hiding her face, which was red again. "He's awesome of course, but that's it. He's an awesome dude and that's it. I'm an adventurer, I have lotsa other stuff I got to do. If he's missing me, he misses me like a bro misses another bro anyway. You guys are as bad as Cake!"

[Once again, ANOTHER reason she and Finn were different. She'd accepted that she and PG would stay friends, and that she probably ought to not be fawning over him anyway. That was how the Ice Queen tricked her that one time.]

"Good luck, Marcie," Fionna called out, and when the vampire queen had left, Fionna gave Princess Bubblegum a look. "You guys are pretty friendly yourself, huh? But I thought that about PG and Marshall Lee too. I mean, she didn't offer ME an apple, and I don't remember you talking about how hungry you were."

[Oh yes, that is a SMUG look she is giving you. Tease her about Prince Gumball, you get your comeuppance.]

[Bonni stared down at the apples in her lap, intently, and waited until Marceline had bounded off in her lupine form. She muttered under her breath and tossed one of the apples a short distance in the direction Marceline went, then immediately regretted it.]

"What the junk Marceline! There were apples up there? Why did you let me embarrass myself then, you butt?"

[She tossed an apple to Fionna, trusting that she'd be able to catch it, before taking a bite from one of her own.]

"Fionna, I'm not being given preferential treatment! I've practically been demoted from princess to purveyor of pomaceous picked produce! If this keeps up I may be the new Tree Trunks."

[Someone somewhere once said something about hunger being the best of sauces, and right now she would be inclined to agree. The apples tasted like the could just as well have been royal tarts! ...Okay no, they weren't anywhere near the amazing perfection of flavor and more flavor that were the royal tarts, but they were food, and that alone was a Globsend. She ate the apple ravenously, barely even avoiding the seeds. ]

"I'm not sure quite how friendly we usually are Fionna. Sometimes we're one little fight away from one of us getting staked and the other losing all of her red. Did Marshall Lee and Prince Gumball fight like that too, in the Ooo you're from?"

[Bonni wondered a little if she and Marceline were holding back their usual squabbles because Fionna was there to keep them balanced, or if it was because they were willing to put aside their differences in the face of adversity. Could just as well have been a bit of both. And she had actually been trying to patch their friendship together since that one day (and night) at the Doorlord's, but it wasn't always easy, and it didn't always work out.]

[She gave Fionna another apple, handing it to her this time with an appreciative smile.]

"Thanks for carrying me over here Fionna; I totes owe you for that."

[Yes you could also hear the semicolon, although it didn't sound too far off from a period or a comma. Peppermint Butler probably said something about punctuation and syntax too, but really, no one was paying attention by that point. He also said stuff like "Falsehood is invariably the child of fear in one form or another." and "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law" but who listened to that anyway.]

(OOC: Sorry for taking a while! Christmas stuff got in the way.)

Edited 2011-12-27 01:59 (UTC)

⦅She could have said something, anything at all, in defense of her Father; however, he does tend to be a gigantic butt! Sure, he could easily prove the girls wrong if he really wanted to! But you know what? That much is just too much to ask, or even hope for, from him. Why? Marceline decides that thinking any further on him or his gluttony would just give her even worse of a headache than she already has! In the here and now she needs she has three mouths to feed and sunrise to count down to!⦆

"You're Marceline, The Vampire Queen! You're too awesome to let this get you down!"

⦅Okay, so she isn't feeling as awesome as usual. Right now she feels..afraid and maybe a little scared. Okay, a lot scared. She is out of her element, something she hasn't been since before the Mushroom War. Back then she was just surviving and learning along the way. There is a huge difference between that and this. Here she is just lost. At least she isn't alone, she has ~~Lady Finn~~ Fionna and Bonnibel. However, she isn't sure which one is stranger to her: A female Finn or not being at odds with the Princess of the Candy Kingdom? Lost in thought, and unused to the snow, she nearly falls flat on her muzzle due to her paw getting caught in something.⦆

⦅Planting her butt and nose into the snow she sniffs and claws, doing her best to free her paw from whatever tangled about it. Shaking her head a few hard times she pulls back, whimpering in confusion. Whatever it is it smells really familiar with a little bit of an unfamiliar edge to it. With a puppy like yip she rolls onto her back, shaking the cold wet thing free. Even though it is thrown free the smell continues to bother her, compelling her to keep digging. Once the smell clears she noses and squints at the items: A blue sweater, a pair of knee high socks and a skort! Wait! No seriously, wait! No wonder why the smell is familiar yet not! These things don't smell like Finn, they smell like Fionna!⦆

⦅Back to her usual self for a moment she plucks up the items, wrings them out as much as she can and then folds them up. Apparently she is hunting for more than food here! Setting the clothing items aside she kneels in the snow drift, swatting the ground clear. If Fionna is anything like Finn there should be a pair of shoes and a green backpack somewhere near by! Sure enough, after a few minutes, she finds two little black Fionna scented Mary Janes; however, no backpack. Feeling accomplished, with no more familiar scents to follow, Marceline gets back onto the trail of food. There are a few sleeping foul near by! She totally has to get the drop of them for this hunt to be successful! Carrying Fionna's belongings in her maw she trods onward!⦆

(OOC: Same here! And so that Bonni and Fionna can have some time to talk along Marceline's posts are going to be hunt posts for this and her next. Then she'll be back at camp.)

Edited 2011-12-27 02:37 (UTC)

[Fionna caught it easily of course: it WAS in her job description, and she chomped the apple, looking quite satisfied. It had actually been a long time since she'd eaten, and this was easily one of the best apples shed had in awhile.]

"Hey, girl or boy, here or in Ooo, you're still the ruler of Candy Kingdom, and its my duty to assist you, wherever we go. That's just my thing. Besides, Tree Trunks is ok, aside from being insane and making weird passes at me sometimes, wanting me to be his sexy princess or something. Man, that was weird."

[She was really glad Tree trunks had been influenced by that crystal apple then.]

"Nah, they're pretty good now. They used to argue a lot though, and Lumpy Space Princess kept spreading rumors they liked each other 'that' way. They see ok now though: Prince Gumball invited him to his ball and everything."

[She grinned.]

"Hey, its what I do. So what's Marci like? She looks pretty worried about you."

[Bonni finished her second apple, and wiggled her right foot around. Thankfully it wasn't hurting so badly anymore, and it could be well enough to walk on without limping or wincing already, who knows! She nodded along as Fionna talked, feeling rather impressed by her Finn-like (Finnish?) devotion and courage.]

"I'm glad that you're here with us Fionna. I mean, it's bad as rutabagas and turnips that you and Marceline were kidnapped by the Butt Queen too. But if we were all going to have to be kidnapped I'm glad we all found each other. When we're back home in Ooo I'd want to introduce you to everyone, to Finn, but I think you may be from someplace far off. Or something even more flipped out than that, really! And of course Tree Trunks is okay, she makes the best apple pies in the whole kingdom."

[She burst out laughing at the though of a male Tree Trunks trying to seduce Fionna. There was something so awkward about that whole thing! Had her Ooo's Tree Trunks tried to do that with Finn? Was he just too embarrassed to tell her? It was at about this point that Bonni started to worry that she was reading too much into the symmetry between Finn and Fionna's lives.]

"Wait, your LSP spread rumors about what the nuts with who the nuts?! Were they, I mean, was it for realsies?!"

[Bonni's face was red, yet again, but she really didn't want to think too hard on anything that might have implied. Reading too much into the symmetry right? But had their LSP started similar rumors? And then she decided she wasn't even going to think about it, and set off to not think about it, and of course failed.

And then she paused, for a quite a long while, collecting her thoughts. Some time had passed before she turned back to Fionna to answer her question about Marceline.]

"Marci... Is the biggest butt sometimes, but I know that's not all there is to her. She acts all tough aloof and junk, but you can totally tell that deep down she really cares about her friends, especially Finn and Jake. I think it hurts her to care about and to like people, because she's, you know, less afflicted by mortality than most of us. Because of that she's had to spend way more time alone than the rest of us glopped together, so being taken away from Ooo, from almost everyone she knows has got to be affecting her way the cabbage more than she's showing. She's fun, and fun loving, easy going, and free, and I really like all that stuff about her."

[She let out a sigh, and slumped back. Looking off at the apple she had tossed in frustration, she continued.]

"You think she's actually been worried about me? Sometimes I think... I worry, I guess, that I'm just a little irritating blip in her unending existence. Like an eighty to ninety year mosquito! Oh Glob that sounds awful."

[Turning to Fionna with a warm smile, Bonni handed her the last of the apples that had been given to her by Marceline. Well, other than the one she tossed, that is.]

"I'm sorry for teasing you about Prince Gumball earlier, but it's totally your turn now! You want to tell me more about Cake, Fionna?"

Edited 2011-12-27 04:43 (UTC)

It was still weird, picturing that their Ooo and hers were different, but she had a feeling that it might not be so. Marceline had thought she was Finn before they saw each other up close, and even she had thought it had been Marshall Lee until she saw her. The thing was, it felt so easy to still think of them as similar: how really different WAS Bubblegum from Gumball anyway?]

"Man, I was not gonna ask, no way! Besides, LSP says lotsa stuff, doesn't mean its true. For all I know, she was just jealous or something. Mashaall Lee liked to flirt sometimes anyway, just to mess with my head, but it was never serious. We're just bros, and whoever he gets, he'll be lucky and junk. I looked at Marceline and thought the same stuff though: she's awesome and creepy but totally looks out for you."

[At Princess Bubblegum 's voiced apprehension, she giggled.]

"Dude, no way she thinks that. You could see she was worried and all, buds do worry all the time about each other. Marceline's just different and stuff, you can't really blame her for showing it all strange."

[She smiled.]

"Cake's my sista, true and true. We tease each other, and she gets me in trouble, but if some crumb was attacking me she'd be the first to knock him on his buns. She loves playing jokes and she and I are an awesome team. It's gonna suck, not having her around."

⦅Wolf, it is much easier to deal with the dumb dump of snow as a wolf! Even if it is way more difficult to carry things as one! No matter! Marceline, as always, will find a way to cope and come out on top. After a quick wash in the near by stream Fionna's clothes, tied loosely end to end, made for a decent carry all! Inside Marceline has a nice pile of spoils going: Fruits knocked from the trees, assorted vegetables yanked from the ground (likewise washed in the river) and two wild pheasants that had had the misfortune of crossing her path (which were padded and wrapped in leaves to keep them from making an awful mess). Even though she has been fairly busy her thoughts have been fairly elsewhere. That elsewhere being on Fionna and Bonni, wondering how they are doing. ⦆

⦅Is it a stupid thing to wonder or worry about? Of course it is, and Marceline knows it! Fionna is just as awesome as Finn and will do everything in her power to make sure that Bonni comes out of this perfectly fine As long as they have food and shelter this whole being kidnapped thing won't be so bad, at least in terms of coming out of it alive. Now that food is a sure things she starts to wonder about shelter. No, not wonder. She is worrying about it, full on. A fire will do them only so much good, especially given the snow. In drier warmer weather a fire survives a good while unattended; however, fire and snow do not get along (unless you're talking about the snow golem and the fire pup)! Setting side her bundle Marceline squints into and sniffs at the darkness, thinking as hard as she can on the situation. That is when it finally came to her, something that she both read and heard. Man is she thankful that no little blue birds were harmed in the process of getting food.⦆

"Hey! Um, I know that it is like night and junk but I could really use some help!"

⦅All a twitter and a flitter, in dive the blue jays! They flap their wings loudly, hovering just above Wolf!Marceline's head. Annoyed with the sudden puffs of wind and the sound the flapping makes, she huffs loudly and shakes her head. Knowing well what actual wolves are all too willing to do to their kind, the birds back off a bit. ⦆

"This, take this to the other girls in the Orchard! It'd also be cool if you could get camping gear? Please!"

⦅If only she had thought to try this sooner? The birds decend on the make shift pack, take a hold of it and hoist it easily in the air. Knowing that supplies will soon be on the way lifts a great weight from Marceline's heart. They are going to be okay, at least for now! Chirping, the birds fly away one and all headed straight to Bonni and Fionna. With nothing more to carry Marceline is free to put all of her attention into finding more! That is until her paw lands on something sharp!⦆

⦅Giving a howl that can be heard clear across the orchard she hops around for a few seconds, yelping and whimpering like a puppy. Glob did that s-m-a-r-t! As the pain dies down to a dull throb she kicks around at the snow, unearting the tippy top of what looked to be a gold tiara. Better yet! This gold tiara has a glistening jewel seated within it's point, a jewel that Marceline would know anywhere! Bonni's crown?! Too excited for her own good she digs until the ground around her is clear! Underneath the crown sat a bubblegum pink hoodie, a black (reversible and heart stoppingly familiar) t-shirt, a very heavy looking winter skirt (also pink), leggings and a pair of shoes. Barking happily, maybe too happily (and loudly) she scoops up Bonnibel's belongings and hugs them to her chest. Even though part of her begs her to stop, she just stands there and hugs it for a few minutes.⦆

⦅If she was able to find Bonni and Fionna's stuff, she may even be able to find her own! Then and there she starts back in the general direction of the camp, intending to continue her hunt along the way.⦆

(OOC: The birds touch down in the following post! They have the following: Fionna's clothes, a camping kit and whatevs else you guys want to write as being in them!)

Edited 2011-12-27 05:17 (UTC)

"Wait a minute, your LSP is a Prince right?! What on Ooo does he look like? No, better yet, what does he sound like?!"

[Placing a hand reassuringly on Fionna's shoulder, she gave a slightly sad smile to her.]

"We're going to get you back to Cake, Fionna. I promise it! I'd even make a Royal Promise, but I don't even know if the Guardians of the Royal Promise could hear us."

[It was around then that a cold wind blew in, and the fire hissed and crackled in protest. Bonnibel shivered, finding so little protection in that simple white dress. It was around then, just as her spirits dampened something unusual happened. Unusual even to a woman who lived in castle made of confections, and was routinely kidnapped by a weird old man that could fly by flapping his facial hair.]

[At first there was the sound of fluttering wings, and the occasional chirruping of birds. Then it grew louder, and a dark spot could be seen against the faint light of the night's sky. A band of blue jays then slowly descended upon them, working together to carry a large duffle bag. A duffle bag of all things! It wasn't just a surreal sight, but the sound was almost unearthly. The birds dropped the bag into the snow near Fionna and Bonnibel with a loud crunch, and then they flew away in every which way. The blue of their feathers shimmered ethereally in the light of the campfire. Then, if that wasn't enough, the whole process repeated itself, but this time with a blue and white bundle of cloth.]

[Bonni laughed in that way someone does when something of equal bits impossible and wonderful happens to them.This was like one of those animated movies they had watched on movie night.]

"Glob almighty, and all-gloopy and ever-lastingly-lumpy, and what the nuts of nuts upon nuts. What in the LEMONS just happened?! I'll go check the colorful one, if you can get the other!"

[She gave an eager nod to Fionna, and Bonni ran to the cloth parcel, limping less and less with each step. When she reached it, Bonni found that her foot didn't even really hurt much anymore. Hastily she unwrapped the bundle, Deftly working her fingers at the knot, and slipping at it more than a few times. When it finally came open she found the package itself to be a blue shirt and skort wrapped together with white knee highs. The clothes looked reminiscent of Finn's, just, well, what he would probably wear if he were a girl. Fionna's most likely.]

[But inside that bundle of clothing there was fruit! There were vegetables, and two pheasants separated off with leaves! And, she noticed, there were a few little strands of black fur strew about, and the the birds had the bite marks of a large dog or a wolf. Around each and every tooth mark there was a subtle change in color, as if a little ways of red was missing from the pheasant's brown. Marceline. It was Marceline. This had to be Marceline! Her heart soared, and she ran out a short ways further from the fire to call out to her.]

"MARCELINE!" [She yelled at the top of her lungs, and the bottom and everywhere in between. Her throat and lungs burned, and she shivered from the cold, but she didn't stop.]

"Avian postal service just came! Thanks for the package; you saved our buns! I officially take back every last time I called you a butt (for now)! Thank you, Marceline, thank you!"

[Bonni made her way back to the fire with quick strides, excitedly placing the bundle of food and clothing down by Fionna.]

"I, I think you were right about her worrying, Fionna. So, can I make a scientific wild asparagus guess and say these clothes are yours? Did you check the other bag?"

Edited 2011-12-27 06:46 (UTC)

"Huh?" That was a weird question. "Like anyone from Lumpy Space World sounds. 'Oh my glob, like, whatever,' stuff like that. I'm sure Finn told you about the time he and Jake were almost turned into Lumpy Space people, right? It was pretty creepy."

[That promise was nice, but not one that she thought that Primcess Bubblegum could back up too well. After all, she had talked with other people, and if they could easily get out of there, they would. Making it a royal promise would have been crazy: she knew Princess Bubblegum wouldn't be able to keep it.]

[Of course, little matters now: they've got stuff. On Fionna's part, she looked at it and knew it was Princess Bubblegum's things, and she even smelled Marceline's scent, but kept that to herself. A hoodie, a crown, a T-shirt, a skirt, leggings, and shoes.

"These totes belong to you, Princess Bubblegum," Fionna said, grinning. "And yeah, those are mine! I bet it has my ruby sword and everything! Thanks, Marceline!"

[She had no shyness here: the dumb dress was off and her blue shirt, skort, knee socks and shoes were on.'

"Oh man, I feel SO much better!"

(OOC: Eep, sorry if my post was unclear in anyway! The only things contained in the first bundle are Fionna's clothes and the food items. The duffel bag only has camping supplies. I figured it would be twinkish and easy if I found all the missing items for us on the first try. Bonni's stuff is still with Marceline who is just now getting back. Again, sorry for any confusion!)

⦅ What a haul! Marceline is feeling much better about herself, albeit not the situation herself, thanks to the success of her hunting trip. For some reason she has no doubts that the birds will serve their function, that Fionna and Bonni are a bit better off at camp. Speaking, or better yet thinking, of them she wonders just what they've been talking about since she's be gone? Then again, Marceline doesn't know Bonni to be the gossiping type. Well, at least not toward her or the dudes. With Lady Rainicorn all bets were off due to their being able to gab in Korean. Honestly, Marceline kind of envies that. It must be stupid fun, like a code language, used only between total best buds!⦆

⦅She is on her way back toward the camp, yes. However, she is a creature of impulse and opportunity--as many vampires are. Having once lived from one meal to the next she knows not to pass up any opportunities. Doubly so since, come morning, she will either be incapacitated or erring on the side of caution. Maybe she can ask those birds for an umbrella or some junk? Yeah, she'll do that! Picking her way along her previous path she only stops to snatch up what falls directly into her line of sight: More veggies and fruit. She is feeling rather awful for the pheasants she snatched up. She had made it a point to go after ones that limped or flew oddly due to wings that healed improperly. She hates with a passion taking anything without permission, especially life. Thankfully that mercy doesn't apply to fish that have run themselves ashore! Muttering a quick and respectful "thank you" she picks up a few (four) good sized fish that were twitching and flopping their last. She gave them a quick wash and gutting before packing them in leaves, she doesn't want Bonni's stuff to smell of dead fish!⦆

⦅She isn't too far away from camp now, walking along quickly since adding anything more to what she is carrying would make it super unwieldy. That is until she sees something, red and black, poking out of the snow just ahead. She sets the stuff on the ground near by and starts to dig. At this point she is finally feeling the cold, her fingers like thin blocks of ice. They're sore, sure, but she keeps digging! Pushing the snow out of the way with the sides of her hands she unearths her beloved red boots sitting atop of her favorite stripped sweater and worn in jeans! She takes a second to find a really long stick. Using a strand of her hair she ties the remaining spoils of her hunt to it and slings it over her shoulder.⦆

"Avian postal service just came! Thanks for the package; you saved our buns! I officially take back every last time I called you a butt (for now)! Thank you, Marceline, thank you!"

⦅She is close to enough to hear Bonnibel yelling, which nearly scares her out of her skin! Heaving a sigh of relief she fishes her stuff out of the snow, shakes it off and very quickly changes. All the while she is smiling to herself, her heart almost bursting with joy. Everything is going to be as close to alright as can be managed. Feel shoved into her boots, Marceline picks up her cargo and starts running for the clearing. Hopefully the pure joy on her face will be worked off by then and she can play it totally cool for her arrival!⦆

"Glad to hear it!"

⦅In typical Marceline fashion her voice comes first, drifting in on the wind and whistling between the trees. Her shadow, inky and thin, comes second crawling along the snow covered ground. Last, but not least, she appears from the thicket. In one hand she is holding onto a stick, the other has a crown sitting pretty atop Bonni's clothes. Marceline's answer is two fold, a single reply working for both Bonni's thank you and Fionna's feeling better.⦆

Edited 2011-12-27 08:51 (UTC)

[When Fionna slipped the skort and the knee highs on, and exclaimed how much better she felt, Bonni gave her the warmest, most sincere smile she had given yet since falling into this place. But still she had to bear some bad news.]

"Oh Fionna, I'm sorry but there wasn't anything else other than your clothes and some food in that one. We'll start looking for your sword and--- Eaack!"

["Glad to hear it!"]

[Bonnibel jumped a little at the sound of Marceline's voice, having not even noticed her footsteps or her whistling. Even though Marceline had that usual nonchalant, almost aloof look, Bonni could still see the little bits of a grin at the corners of her mouth. Running up to Marceline, and closing a small bit of the distance with a little tiny jump, she wrapped her arms around the cold, cold girl, giving her the hug that she had so cowardly avoided before. ]

"How in the nuts upon nuts with smaller nuts inside the larger nuts did you do that thing with the birds, Marceline!?"

[She turned back to Fionna with a wide grin, ready to say something, but then quickly flipped right back around, her cheeks a little red. Fionna was, well, being Fionna and unabashedly doing the last bits of her changing. Bonni looked away intently, and focused her attention onto stretching out that hug well past the point where it should have been, but wasn't uncomfortable.]

[And then she started to shiver all over again. Marceline was usually a little cool to the touch, but right now she was freezing. Bonni held her a little bit closer, trying to warm her up even just a little.]

"Lemons, you're cold Marceline! Here I was worried I was going to get brittle and something would snap off, but you're closer to actually freezing than I am. Can vampires get hypothermia?"

[Reluctantly she broke the hug, as she would have to eventually, and gathered up her clothes. Thank Glob there was one of her warm pink hoodies in the mix. And there, underneath that was a reversible shirt, pink on one side, and black on the other. The one that Marceline had given her. The one the Doorlord had stolen from her. It was like a tangible, physical medium between Marceline and Bonnibel. Some comfortable warm middle ground where they weren't fighting, and where they weren't impossibly mad at each other for something impossibly silly. Bonni held the shirt close, clinging to it.]

[And there atop the stack of clothes was her crown! She had thought that the Queen of Butts would have taken that from her forever, symbolically severing her ties to her home and her people, but there it was. In her mind, and in her heart, having it back made her Princess Bubblegum again, and not just Bonnibel the scared, lost girl. She found it interesting, maybe a little peculiar that someone as cruel as the Queen hadn't taken everything from them. ]

[Princess Bubblegum gave a contented sigh and slipped the skirt, the leggings and then the shoes on under her little white dress. That was the easy part, and she wasn't looking forward to next. It was going to be awful being exposed to the cold air even for a minute to get her top back on, among other things. The other things may be worse than the cold. She lingered, and lingered, and lingered on it, her hands stuck at the hem of her dress.]

[PB turned back to Fionna in her lingering, who was now dressed.]

"Hey Fionna, you want to get some stuff started on the fire? I'll help you cook it once I'm done changing!"

Edited 2011-12-27 23:53 (UTC)

Fionna, of course, was going to shrug off the cold in this instance: she had, after all, been in the Ice Queen's neck of the woods plenty of times, and as far as changing, she was as blunt as Finn there, more so since they were both girls. It did, however, register to her that she was missing a part of herself, and that made for a rather crestfallen hero.

"Nuts man, you're serious? But how am I supposed to be a her without my boombastic sword? I mean, I guess I could make a new one, but will this place make it as strong, do you think?"

She did watch the fairly long hug, and once again, chose wisely to keep her thoughts to herself. Somehow, she though Marceline and Princess Bubblegum objected more to being taken from Ooo and less about being here together. But they were lucky there too: at least they were from the same place, right?

Even before Princess Buttercup mentioned it though, Fionna was already starting to gather stuff for a fire: she didn't like the idea of any of her friends freezing in this kind of weather, these guys included. She was glad enough she and Cake had had enough Adventure training to know how to start a decent fire, and soon she had a makeshift flint and twigs assembled.

"Maybe you should change by the fire, princess, you look like you'll freeze man."

⦅It was just like Marceline to show up when she was least expected, wasn't it? It was just one of the many traits that could be called endearing and annoying. Had it been any other day or any other situation Bonnibel would have called her on it, pointed out how uncalled for it was for Marceline to sneak around. Yeah, she was smiling so hard that her face had started hurting, she would enjoy the freedom and lack of fighting while it lasted.⦆

"Eaack? That's a hello that I haven't heard in ages!"

⦅Sometimes, when something shocking happens, the world grinds to a stop. In this case the world sped up until it was a blur, the moment going in and out like a violent tidal wave. Before she knew it slender pink arms were wrapped around her, tugging her close. Funny how something so small can bring about the biggest of changes in a person? Before she could think better of it Marceline wrapped an arm about Bonnibel, squeezing her in return. Marceline found herself thanking Glob all Lumpy that it was dark, her eyes were open wide and her cheeks splashed with red.⦆

"Um...Uh, what? Oh! The birds! Yeah, they were in that book Fionna talked about earlier!"

⦅Still wrapped in Bonni's embrace Marceline just stood there, bewildered and stammering. It wasn't that she minded it, not at all. Even though she was only a few degrees warmer it felt almost comfortable. So much for playing it cool and calm, The Vampire Queen had been disarmed. At Bonnie's shiver Marceline, out of instinct, pressed the flats of both hands to Bonni's back and rubbed a few times, totally unaware that she was even doing it.⦆

"Sorry I was outtie so long! The snow totally didn't help so I had to run pretty far out to get us some meat. I tried to haul it back here as fast as I could though!"

⦅Between Fionna changing and Bonnibel there was plenty for Marceline to feel awkward over. Maybe being in the snow so long had messed with her head? As the hug ended she wrapped her arms about herself, doing her best to ignore the tingling sensation that that nipped at her nerves. It wasn't that the feeling was bad, far from it. It felt an amount of good that she had no words for. Forcing the thoughts as far out of her mind as she could, she gave Fionna an apologetic glance.⦆

"Sorry I couldn't find more. The snow really pooted with my nose, after a while I couldn't smell anything at all. I'll give it another try in the morning, promise!"

⦅She put the rest of haul down near the fire, super happy to not be out in the middle of the snowy crapfest anymore. As Fionna built up the fire Marceline watched, her lips twisted in thought. They were, as far as anyone could consider, in the middle of where. There was nothing abfab or positive to be said. However, that didn't mean that there was nothing abfab or positive to be done.⦆

"What they hey-hey, Fionna!? Even without the sword you are still all sorts of a hero! The sword is just a thing, it's you that makes it strong and junk! Don't sweat it, we'll find it for sure!"

⦅With Princess Bubblegum hovering and Fionna at work on the fire Marceline pulled the duffel bag into her lap and started pulling this, that and the other from them. Even though everything was turned on it's head there was something about the moment that felt right. There was a place for everyone and everyone was in their place: Bonnibel was the Princess of Ooo, Fionna her protector and Marceline..well..Marceline was Marceline. Wrestling with the tent she looked over to Princess Bubblegum, gnawing on her bottom lip as she thought over what to say.⦆

"Fionna's right! Change by the fire before you turn into a block of ice! I'll get the tent up and then, we all know what time it is!"

⦅CAMPING TIME!⦆

Edited 2011-12-29 03:45 (UTC)

◤Bonni hadn't protested in the least when Marceline had run her hands along her back to try and warm her up. Even if Marceline didn't exactly produce body heat in the same way that the "living" did, it was still comforting. It reminded her of when she was little and would fall asleep clinging to Lady's mane.

And this time she wasn't even going to let herself get gloomy thinking about her best friend back in Ooo. They were going home, and she was going to see Lady, and everyone else again. And even if she herself didn't make it, she already had two gambits she could pull to send just Marceline and Fionna back to their respective homes. Even if she didn't make it back she knew Marceline could find a proxy for the kingdom, or rule it herself.

She sighed a little, resigning to not think too much about the worst case scenarios that had been running through her head this whole time, and let herself enjoy being held by Marceline. Then, with a start, she caught herself. Enjoy being held by Marceline?! What the plum!? Now that was weird, really really the cabbage weird. Not even so much the fact that she was enjoying it, but that she was letting herself enjoy it. Maybe talking to Fionna about Marceline had some effect on her. And now that the whole junk with the hug was over it was time to have some effect back on Fionna, who seemed glum over not having her ruby sword around.◥

"That's totally right Fionna! Finn lost his golden sword when he went and got himself all flipped out on glasses, and his heroic potential remained consistent within a tolerance of one to one and three quarters of a Billivolt! Maybe we can get those birds to bring your sword around? Can they do that?"

◤Billivolts, named after the Hero Billy, were used to measure heroic potential, and the heromotive force, of course. Other such heroic measures were the Billimeter, the Billi-angstrom and degrees Billenheit. Not that she kept records of things like that for scientific study, no not at all.

And now both Fionna and Marceline were suggesting she change by the fire, and it was good advice. At least there was warmth there, but there was also light.◥

"Mmm? Y-yeah, uhm-hmm, I will."

◤Fionna was busy tending to the fire, and Marceline was setting up the tent. PB had maybe just a little window that she could probably change without being caught in the parallax of their gaze and enduring any undue embarrassment and...

What the plum did it really matter if they did see anyway? circumstance has a way of forcing a certain degree of intimacy, and there was something comforting about that being out of her control. It was the three them against the world, literally, and what was a little bubblegum bazoob going to do to stand in their way? Not a glob damned thing, that's what.

PB slipped out of the dress rather boldly, and tossed it away with disdain. The thing was far too thin for this weather and really, white after Laffy-Taffy Day? Even though she was close to the fire the cold air bit and stung against her bare skin. PB winced and shivered loudly as she squirmed eagerly into her clothes. They were still cold from however long they spent being buried in the snow, of course, but soon they would be warm from body heat and proximity to the fire.◥

(OOC: Aaaagh, post length limit!)

Edited 2011-12-29 23:02 (UTC)

◤Finishing up her ensemble PB slid her crown onto her forehead, pushing aside the locks of gum-hair that hadn't gotten too brittle in the cold. Then she groaned, noticing that her hair was a little uneven, and remembering why. She wished then that she hadn't recanted all of the times she called Marceline a butt, because well, she still was one for not telling her about the apples. She thought they were in some dire straights, but oh no, there was a whole swatch of red sitting right above them, ready to make fun of her by being tasty, and being red, and being apples. Oh well, once her hair had warmed up a little she could reshape it.

PB looked down at the pheasants, the fish and all the other things that would need to be cooked up, and was puzzled. She had cooked some junk before, sure, but the food was always...ready. It was cleaned and plucked and trimmed ahead of time for her and this was, not. And she had no idea what the nuts to do with it. She turned to Fionna, since she was supposed to be helping her cook, and right now she felt a little too embarrassed whenever she looked at Marceline for too long anyway.◥

"Hey, uhm Fionna? How the plum do you go about preparing stuff like this?"

◤(It's camping time! C'mon grab your friends! We'll camp in very distant lands. With Marceline the Vampire Queen, Princess Bubblegum and Fionna the Human, the fun will never end; it's camping time!)◥

Edited 2011-12-30 00:16 (UTC)

"Yeah, I'll probs make one of my own here, but mine was ruby, so I really liked it! I wonder if those cat guys could help me make mine?"

Of course, with all the prep needed for making sure that the food was gonna get good and cooked, Fionna didn't even give Princess Buttercup a look as she changed. They were all girls, nothing they hadn't seen before, and who was going to be staring when there was food to be cooked. She had already started making sure she had pieces of wood that was sharp enough to dig into animal flesh, and she started to peel away feathers before deboning the things carefully, making sure to keep the actual juicy bits intact. It was hard work, and worse still by the cold. By the time they were at least halfway done Fionna's hands were filthy with dirt, animal fat and she was pretty scraped, but you couldn't tell that from looking at the adventurer.

"There! It might not be as pretty as Cake could do it, but we can still get some decent eats off these guys. We'll just roast 'em in a pit, rotating them so they get good and cooked. Hand me some of the apples too: we don't have any kinda seasonings, so we might as well give it an apple glaze."

She looked up, smiling at Bubblegum. "Nice: you really do look like him, all important and royal and junk." She turned to Marceline. "Thanks, Marcie. I'm glad to get all my stuff back!"

Edited 2011-12-30 04:31 (UTC)

Toes poked as close to the fire as she could get them without burning them clean off, Marceline sat reclined as she tugged the flaps and folds into something that was taking some doing to make look (let alone function) like a tent while tuning into what both Princess Bubblegum and Fionna were laying down. While they knew more about the Garden and what it had to offer than when they'd first arrived, there were still gigantic holes to be mindful of. This sure wasn't any birds and the bees sort of talk! It was about the birds, foxes and cats--supremely messed the clam up!

"There's no harm in trying! You never know, this whole thing might end up being easy peasy living greasy! The birds worked out so...maybe the cats will too? Plus, we all know that if a Prince or Prince says some junk like that, it has to be true! Not just any fool can be a hero or use a sword!"

The fight with the tent was thankfully not the long and painful short. Well, not terribly painful! Occasionally the poles snapped shut on her fingers or scraped against her face, reason enough for Marceline to grumble and growl under her breath. The deed done, she got off of her hams and went to find a good spot for the tent :One close enough to be warmed by the fire without being, you know, in it! The spot in question was beneath the larger of the apple trees, ear shot and a few minutes walk from the river's edge. If there was one thing that remained fresh in her mind from her days with Hambo was the importance of being near water. Water nearby meant no dehydration, no smelling of animal guts, slightly cleaner clothes and a lot of other good junk! As fast as her stiff fingers could manage she staked and tied the tent off, giving it the occasional kick and push to make sure that it--like they--weren't going anywhere. From one task to another, Marceline found herself sneaking the occasional peek while unrolling the "bedding" that came with the tent.

It was nothing too amazing, just three sleeping bags and a blanket. Scratch that, after so long in the cold Marceline found herself actually wanting to sleep 'normally' for once. Fionna and PB aren't the only ones that needed to conserve their energy! Speaking of, Fionna was doing a number on those birds! Not a number in a bad way, but in a very good way! At least one of them knew the ropes of preparing food! If it had been left to Marceline she would have thrown the whole thing into the fire, feathers and all.

"Don't talk like that, Fionna! Cake would be so like woah if she could see you now!"

Done setting up camp, Marceline snatched some apples from the pile on the ground and walked them over. Apples, huh? Yeah, she more than felt like a total jerk for not telling PB about all the red that was hanging out in the trees above; however, like with the hug she had been so caught off guard by the sudden affection that..well, being honest didn't come to mind until way too late. She would explain herself to PB and apologize on the flip, when they weren't so hungry and cold. Speaking of the lock of pink hair: Marceline still had it! Yeah, MarMar was actually thankful to be colder than ice as it meant that the lock of hair wouldn't melt or distort. It would last more than long enough for her to be able to decide what to do with it. Yeah, she was torn. Especially after the not so short hug that she and PB just shared. If the hug had never happened maybe there'd be no stalling? Ugh! Why was she even thinking about that hug, let alone PB?!

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