Squirrel campfire, early Tuesday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was making coffee over a small fire in the fire pit. She planned to head to the clinic later to see if she could get her cast off, but she wanted to shake off the morning remnants of sleep, first.

She was also possibly hoping to grab Pip nice and early, and get some of the possible groveling over with.

She was probably hoping even more to miss him entirely and never have to get around to telling him what she saw.

A distraction would be more than welcome.

[ooc: campfire is open]

Between Stickbug and Meerkat Cabins, early Tuesday morning

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg led the group out, noticably lacking a shirt.

"Okay, guys," he whispered, passing out sets of lyrics because it occurred to the player that maybe not every new kid would get this. "Are we good to go?"

[for right now, it's locked to Stickbugs and eventually Meerkats. Once they start, anyone can notice, because how could you not? Also DEEP APOLOGIES FROM ME because this should have been up roughly two hours ago omg.]

Camp Gym, Monday Night.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto was in front of the punching bag, hitting it with far more force than was really necessary.

It was possible she'd been there a awhile.

It was also possible she had no intention of leaving. Ever.

[ooc: Open for all your gymly and homicidal blonde needs.]

Campsite Gym, Tuesday Evening

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

There's Tyler, looking smug.

There are basketballs on the court. Tyler is actually attempting to shoot the basketballs through the basket.

Right now, he's averaging .... oh, two out of three. Way less when he goes past the center court line.

He's ready for any basketball teammates or random onlookers who want to play.

[OOC: Now with shiny OCD threads.]

Pangolin Campfire [Tuesday Night]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge is sitting by the Pangolin campfire, the box of doughnuts he'd earned from this afternoon's workshop with Xander open nearby. He's not doing much of anything, just occasionally poking at the fire with a stick.

Anyone was welcome to come hang out and have a doughnut, if they wanted.

[ooc: opeeeen!]

Seahorse Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

After playing a doughnut villain earlier, D'anna was struck with a maddening desire for the sticky-sweet pastries.

So she brought a few boxes home to Seahorse and set most of them out on a table in their common area.

Odds were, she wasn't the only one with a craving.

Koala Tuesday Evening

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma was just about to lay down in his cubby to rest for a few minutes when he stops dead. A cat sits lazily on the end of his bed. He doesn't know or care to know that this cat is Phoebe's cat Seraphim. A very loud girly shriek can be heard by anyone nearby.

((ooc: Feel free to come in and comment. Or make fun. Thanks for kitty-cat use future_visions!))

Stickbug Campfire - Tuesday Evening

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter was definitely not going to give the impression he was staying away from his own cabin due to fear of possible reprisal from any events that might have occurred earlier in the day.  So he made a fire in the Stickbugs' firepit and was poking at it perhaps just a bit more often than was necessary.  

He sat close enough to the fire to be able to read his book by its light between pokes.  He most definitely was not dumb enough to keep his whole attention on the book.  Just because he didn't want to give the impression of hiding didn't mean he wasn't keeping an eye out for revenge-seekers.

[[OOC: Open to all!]]

Meerkat Common Room [early evening]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory, grumpy after her morning and afternoon, was curled up in the Meerkat common room with her laptop. She had five episodes of Large Affection, the show about polygamy set in Alaska, to watch.

And as she watched, she idly tossed a ball for Vladdie and periodically dabbed lotion on her arm.

Yes, she had showered.

Yes, she was still occasionally finding sticks in her hair.

Yes, she was sporting a bit of a sunburn.

And yes, her right arm was covered in red splotches.

No, she really didn't want to talk about it.

[open to all Meerkats and any visitors!]

Puffin Campfire, Early Evening.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

She had tried a walk. She had tried going through her forms. She had tried reading her books (really bad idea), but nothing could get that leer out of poor Sakurazaki's mind all day. Not even her archery workshop dispelled the disturbence....

...But she did have a camcorder. Sitting by the fire, she was busying herself with discovering all the different features and making very artistic clips of fire and shadows, hoping not to break that strange machine in her hand. Having it cradled in her palm felt good, though...she was starting to feel like it was decent substitute for a sword. And fiddling with it almost got the blush out of her cheeks. Almost.

[[OOC: Open, with a disclaimer that all conversations will most likely be recorded. For prosterity, of course...]]

Koala Later Tuesday Evening

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma wants to sleep inside, he really does. But he can't now. Not knowing that was in there. He'll sleep on the roof, afterall he's lived outdoors for several years of his life. He gathers up a blanket and pillow and drags them outside. He braces to pounce up to the roof. The roof isn't very high, only about 9 or 10 feet. So he doesn't have much trouble getting up there. He settles those things there and hops back down to grabs a few more things. He peeks into the cabin and looks around carefully before he goes back inside.