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[right][color=#ae9c9c][i][b]Pukaskwa National Park, campgrounds[/b]
Monday afternoon
Interacting with: pretty much everyone[/i][/color][/right]

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Oh man. Poor Sammy was practically turning red. 

Duncan grinned openly at the reaction, all the more convinced that he hadn't been far off with his speculation. Yeah, yeah, flustering people was bad and all, but he couldn't really help himself sometimes. Poor kid was just too much fun to mess with.

It didn't take long for Rob to pull up and complete the gang. Dude had a pretty nice ride, Duncan had to admit - but in his very humble opinion, it didn't hold a candle to his own. He acknowledged the other with a quick nod and a greeting, then turned to match Vera's chuckle with one of his own.

[color=5abbc6]"Hey, depends on what you'd pay me with. Wouldn't be insulted by a [i]kiss[/i], y'know."[/color] unnecessarily [i]proud [/i]over his corny line, Duncan gave her a wink for good measure. All in good fun. He let out another chuckle, then raised his hands in the air as if in surrender. [color=5abbc6]"But alright, I hear you ladies. You handle your stuff, I'll be right back."[/color]

He gave a quick wave and jogged the short distance to his car, pulling out two backbags - one stuffed to the utmost prim. One had his camping equipment, one everything you needed for a party. It wasn't difficult to guess which was which.

Duncan returned with the bags in tow just in time for a moment collective shock. Two rapid gunshots rung out from somewhere deeper within the woods, thrusting the entire group into silence. Gianna and Sammy seemed particularly tense, but Duncan just cocked a brow. Was there a shooting range nearby or something? Or was that some hunter messing up his shot? Whatever, it was far, not that unusual, and Dunk was comfortable just shrugging it ff.

Coincidentally, Sammy's suggestion earned another shrug - though this one much smaller and much more awkward. Sammy was a nice kid, even if his ideas weren't the most exciting. 

[color=5abbc6]"Fishing?"[/color] The Dunk shifted his weight from one leg to another as if weighing his options. He [i]really [/i]wasn't into fishing. Far as he was concerned, it was something old men did when they had to kill time before time killed them. Maybe at sixty, he'd give it a go. At sixteen? Hell no. 

[color=5abbc6]"Sorry, pass." [/color]he announced with a raised hand, trying to sound as neutral about it as he could. He didn't wanna rain on anyone's parade. Gianna's suggestion, on the other hand, he could definitely get behind. He gave a nod in her general direction, excited grin forming. [color=5abbc6]"Now swimming? I'm down."[/color]

And if some others [i]weren't[/i], [i]well[/i] - he [i]could [/i]always accidentally 'trip' and push 'em in. For their own good, you know. [i]Someone [/i]had to be making sure people were having fun around here. 

Already excited, the tall youth was just about to take off towards water-- when he quickly realized they were supposed to do something else first. 

[color=5abbc6]"Oh-- the tents first though, right?"[/color] he turned back around, gaze scanning over the assorted bags and bins and baskets until his eyes caught a promising label. Not one to wait for instructions, he dropped to his knees, unwrapped the tent and got right into setting it up. 

Or, rather, turning it around in his hands, sticking his head inside and trying to figure out which part belonged where before he accidentally suffocated himself with the damn thing. He lasted for about a minute. [color=#5abbc6]"... Yeah. Sammy, I might need some, uh, moral support here."[/color]
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