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Eliot led the way through the trees -- well, probably, he knew Hardison was behind him but Parker might be basically anywhere with the trees crowded this close together -- towards the campsite. He'd already made the trek out a few times today, carrying the cushions and rugs and tent and all the other luxuries he'd promised Hardison to get him out here. Now he was just down to his own pack with the camp stove, pots and pans, and food (and some spare bed rolls, just in case, and because he pack looked weird without them), and Parker with her climbing supplies, and whatever the hell Hardison had decided to lug along with his laptop.
He hoped Hardison remembered that there weren't any electrical outlets set into trees and rocks out here. Unless Fandom was even weirder than he'd first thought.
( Glamping part 2: the schmoop continues )
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He hoped Hardison remembered that there weren't any electrical outlets set into trees and rocks out here. Unless Fandom was even weirder than he'd first thought.
( Glamping part 2: the schmoop continues )
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age_of_the_geek and whoisalicewhite. OKAY SO MAYBE WE PREPLAYED A SONG FIC. TBC is comments!]
