Pangolin: roof. Sometime past midnight

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker is bored. Bored bored bored bored bored.

And it appears that yes, by standing on the beams around the building, then onto the railing, then shimmying upward, you *can* get on the roof of the cabins.

She has an MP3 player, some binoculars, a flashlight, and marshmellows. Partly for throwing.

She also has a rope ladder, should anyone care to join her up there.

Outside Seahorse Cabin: Friday Mid-morningish

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack had handwavily made a town run, stopping at J,GoB and the Perk and returned to the Seahorse cabin bearing coffee and pastries.

He was now stretched out, face down in the grass, enjoying the intermittent sun. Yes, shirtless - it's the Seahorse Way.

The pastries are for all, but he'd promised one of his fellow Seahorses a coffee every day they were in the cabins, so the one he wasn't drinking was for her.

[Open for all your pastry, cabin-steps, and grass-lying needs. Now with added linkage!]

Outside the Meerkat Cabin, Saturday morning

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

After waking up and finding something missing from each of their alcoves, the super sons of the Stickbug decided it was even more important to go through with their completely serious plan for peace.

Very quietly, the Stickbugs set up a table for their apology breakfast treat they promised a few days ago. A large cheesecake - that they in no way boobytrapped - was the centerpiece of this grand table of apology. Next to the cheesecake was all the coffee the Meerkats could drink - which was in no way boobytrapped for real because doing things to coffee was understood to be a hanging offense - and a sign that said "Sorry," making this the ultimate in peace offerings!

During this set up, a Stickbug who shall remain nameless at the moment walked around to the back of the cabin where the plumbing came in and made a small but important change.

The stage was set and the mighty Stickbugs stood there, waiting quietly for the Meerkats to fall into their trap wake up and accept this peace offering with the kind of skepticism that would truly be rewarded.

As they waited, they couldn't help but wonder where exactly their underwear was.

[OOC: Currently locked to the Stickbugs and any Meerkats who may be waking up.There's been a cake explosion. You can probably notice this. And as a note to any Meerkats who might want to shower after this, your hot water has been turned off.]

Pangolin Roof, Early Afternoon

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Well, it actually had been kind of fun to be up there yesterday, so Cally scrambled up on top of roof of her cabin. She had with her a canteen and a big bag of M&Ms, so she was set for a while.

She surveyed the campsite, then pulled out her notebook. She had writing to do, as Parker had suggested.

[ooc: Open for interaction, wee!]

Seahorse common room, Saturday afternoon

[fates_jaye]

This is Jaye in a good mood. This should not come as a shock to the other residents of Seahorse A. But really, they brought back doughnuts and there's a toaster (which looks a little bit sheep-like, really) in case anyone wants that. It's something to alleviate the trauma. Yep uh huh but totally not.

And yes, Jaye totally knows introducing the toaster to the cabin full of boys and shirtless signs is a bad idea, but at least it could be a fun bad idea.

Main campfire, Saturday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia leaned back against one of the logs around the main campfire site, though there was no campfire lit at the moment, because, hey, day time. She had her guitar in her lap and was working on the fingering for U2's "One" . . . and admiring the camp's newest flag on the flag pole: a lovely pair of linen legging style underpants. She wondered when Principal Washburn would find her presents.

And the radio hadn't reported a damned thing.

In celebration, she had a box of donuts from J,GoB, perfect for sharing with other underwear-flag admirers.

It was good to be a squirrel.

[ooc: open for interaction. Come on over, have donuts, and salute English Peter's shorts.]

Outside Flamingo [late afternoon/early evening]

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

After a trip out to the junkyard, Anakin had returned to camp with his toolbox and the things he needed to convert Alec's motorcycle into a speeder.

So he was taking advantage of the late summer sun, sitting in front of Flamingo slightly covered in grease and surrounded by many, many parts of a motorcycle.

And shirtless, because messing up his robes while working on an engine was a pain.

The pink plastic flamingos seemed to be enjoying the view...

[OOC: Open like an open thing that is open.]

Squirrel Cabin Common Room - Saturday Late Afternoon

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

The nature walk hadn't turned out so well. So after getting Walter and Nadia tucked into their respective nooks she settled down to finally eat the lunch she had packed for the hike... And maybe throw a few darts.

The electric kettle is on for tea.

[[ooc: Open for whoever may happen to wander by.

Pangolin Campfire [Saturday Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge has got the campfire going, with an assortment of junk foods- of both of the roasting-over-a-fire and not kinds stockpiled to share with anyone who happened to pass by.

[ooc: open! like an open thing that is... open!]

Stickbug Campfire - Early Saturday Evening

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Armed with a bag of his version of campfire food including sausages, potatoes, salt and pepper, and the inevitable marshmellows, Peter built a fire in the Stickbug firepit.  Lighting it, he passed the time until coals formed by pacing back and forth.  He did not, under any circumstances, look at the main campfire flagpole.

Once the fire had burned down a bit, Peter buried some potatoes at the edge of the firepit and carefully raked out coals to surround them.  He sat to the side of the fire, tending it as needed, reading his new history book, and keeping an eye out for exploding pastries of any sort.

OOC:  Open to all!

Three-Toed Sloth Common Area, Saturday Evening/Night

[psi16.livejournal.com]

Lyta made her way through the door, burdened with shopping bags. It had been her first real trip to the mainland, and how she enjoyed it! She'd seen the famous Washington, DC skyline in all its 21st century glory, then found her way to a shopping mall, after receiving a helpful tip from a passer-by as she wandered between Smithsonian buildings. She returned with a new blend of tea, a tea maker, pants, and the all-important shoes. Not that she really needed the shoes...but they were cute. And on sale. And they fit like a glass slipper. How could she not buy them?

After spending a little bit of time going through her things, she settled in the common area with a cup of her new tea and Mary Stewart's The Hidden Hills.

[Now in the appropriate place... Open for interaction if any of my fellow Sloths are around...]