Main Campfire - Very, very late Saturday night

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Very, very late at night when all good students ought to be sleeping soundly, several forms emerge from the Stickbug cabin and move mostly silently across the camp to the main flagpole.  

WIth little discussion, one climbs the pole speedily and unties the shorts which have been flying as a banner all day.  He drops them to the ground (where they are retrieved) and tightly fastens a different, far more appropriate banner to the flag pole.  

The descent from the top of the pole is a bit slower than the climb, but soon all the men are on the ground once more.  With a quick salute to their new flag, they silently return to their cabin and sleep the sleep of the just and victorious.

The flag flies proudly through the dark and into dawn's early light.


[[OOC:  Not open to interaction. The flag has been knotted firmly to the pole and cords so someone is probably going to need to climb the pole to take it down.  The pole's also been greased.  :) ]]

Campgrounds, near the Stickbug Campfire: Saturday Night

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Halfway between the Seahorse and Stickbug cabins, right at the edge of the trees, was the perfect place to sit and watch the fire, without having to get close to it.

It was way too warm to get that close to a roaring fire.

Feeling mellow, Jack was sitting on a large rock, smooth and flat and big enough for two, contemplating the strange twists that life can take.

[Locked to mparker17 and details of conversation are NFB]

Seahorse Cabin, Sunday Morning/Afternoon

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Sam stretched out on the grass, reading. Occasionally she sipped from a bottle of water. She was immensely botherable.

[ooc: Open to all.]

Aye Aye Campfire, May 28, Sunday Evening

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Tempe sat in front of the campfire, roasting stick with marshmallow in one hand, pen in the other, notebook in her lap.

Every so often, she'd stop, look into the fire, and then start writing again.

After her little glitter mishap this afternoon, she was still covered in glitter. It would make an interesting conversation starter if anybody were to stumble across her here.

Also, there was a bag of marshmallows sitting next to her, and a pile of roasting sticks next to that. S'more makings sat next to the marshmallows. If anybody wanted any, they were free to help themselves.

[OOC: Open for interaction. S'more makings moddable at will. Whatever you'd want on a s'more, it's there.]

Camp gym, 2 pm -?

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WELCOME TO CHEERLEADER TRYOUTS!

Bleachers have been pulled out for the audience to sit on, the judges are in place (at least some of them are there at all times), there's a CD player there for your music, but no food or drinks, so bring your own or be entrepreneuring.


wait for OCD is up! Come cheer! or watch cheer! or Judge!
Judges: Buffy, Alec, Marie, Molly, Lana, Phoebe, Janet
Cheerleader spots open: 3-5

Three-Toed Sloth campfire - Sunday evening

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After cheerleading tryouts, Marie headed back to her cabin, took a shower and decided to enjoy the nice weather by sitting out near the campfire. She arranged some wood in the fire pit, but didn't light it since the sun was still setting and it was still pretty warm.

She had made a *handwavy* shopping trip into town and picked up a camp cooker and a bunch of *handwavy* fixings for camper pies. There was also a small cooler with sodas and ice.

It was peaceful being outside, watching the sun set. But Marie would definitely enjoy company and she wasn't expecting to see Willow until really late again. She had never met anyone that loved books as much as her roommate/cabin-mate.



[open to all! And for those that don't know - a camper pie is when you stick two pieces of bread in a camp cooker and fill it with whatever you want - you can use *anything* - pie filling, meat, seriously anything.]

[ETA: the fire is now lit - enjoy camper pies at your leisure! fillings are completely modable.]

Puffin Roof Sunday night after dark

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Tim had finally decided to try this sitting on the roof thing. It hadn't been easy but he'd managed to get to the roof. Not that he was certain how he would get down, but for now he was content to perch, and shine his flashlight at passerby.

open to all

Puffin Campfire, Sunday Evening.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki had returned to camp just as quietly as she had left...Actually, no, she had been significantly quieter on her return, considering the very bothersome phone call she had recieved. She slips into the cabin and washes off the retreat sweat from herself, and then slips out just as easily, lingering over to the campfire. Her hair is still damp, down around her shoulders, and she reaches up and stretches, letting out a long grunt as her muscles loosen. Ahhh, that felt good.

The whole retreat felt good. She desperately needed it. And when she drops onto a log and sets to starting a fire, a very warm smile is on her face. She leans forward and watches the blaze in calm, meditative contentment.

[[OOC: zomg, grab happy Sakurazaki while she's here! open!]]