Puffin Roof; Wee Night/Morning Hours, Monday.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Armed with mini-Yuunagi and a flashlight, although she doesn't really plan on using either of them, Sakurazaki woke in the wee hours of the fading night to relieve Tim of his guard duties. She had already deftly placed a series of paper guards around the area that would alert her to any intruders and she stalked expertly on the roof, watching, waiting, thinking. Thankfully, she still had a lot to think about, despite her weekend retreat.

Yeah. She was probably taking this a bit to seriously, but it was all just second nature for her. It felt like home.

[[OOC: what is your character doing up this early/late anyway? :P Go to bed. hehe. Open, natch]]

Koala Campfire, Morning

[demonbelthazor]

Bel found himself waking up early Monday morning because his mun had to work for some reason. He couldn't fall back asleep, so he slipped out of bed without disturbing Phoebe, got dressed, and went outside. The camp was pretty quiet so far. He settled in front of the charred remains of the Koala firepit and waited to see who might be awake and passing by.


[Open like an open thing that opens...save me from work!]

Pangolin Common Room, Monday Afternoon

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally had camped out in the corner of the cabin common room, her notebook and a pencil in her hands. She was actually struggling with the whole writing thing, which was probably because as much as she tried, she couldn't really come up with good ideas along the lines that Parker had suggested.

So here she was, hoping that some special muse would hit her or something. Or perhaps someone would interrupt her.

[ooc: Open for whatever, yo]

Pangolin Cabin: outside, after lunch

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker had a date for later in the day with Jarod, but for now? More of the political thriller that Liz had loaned her, and sunlight. Yay for sunscreen, lawn chairs, and short shorts.

[for time_agent, but also open to other interaction]

Seahorse common room, Monday night

[fates_jaye]

Jaye is back from town, and she comes bearing supplies. Supplies meaning booze. Because if there's going to be girlkissy without a bottle involved (not dirty), there has to be booze.

But, it's all for a good cause. Yay boykissy.

Maybe she should have told the boys about this. Alas. She might at least give them warning about the cameras.


[The girls, they be shy. Open to Seahorses and those they may have invited.]

Stickbug Common Room, Monday evening

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter sat back in the common room, worrying. He had filled out his weekend pass request for this weekend. It was only a few days away. That would be fun.

But in the meantime, he was doing some schoolwork. The monkey was crying. It wouldn't stop crying.

Stupid monkey.

[OOC: Open to cabinmates. Go Stickbug! And it always said Monday, shut up.]

Snake Campfire, Monday Evening

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer was, shock and surprise, not wearing his armor. That would be because he was polishing it, with nothing but spit, a rag, and good old elbow grease. Do not fear, however, as Joxer was still fully clothed in leggings and tunic. Public nudity would not become him, after all.

His stomach was grumbling. Because Joxer still hadn't figured out that there was food available in the dining area. Poor dumb fool.

[ooc: Open for any and all interaction]

Camp Gym, Monday Evening

[demonbelthazor]

Feeling restless, Bel headed for the gym to work off some excess energy. He warmed up by abusing the punching bag, then picked up one of the wooden practice swords and began to practice some moves. Of course, it would be more fun to practice against a real opponent.


[Open for all your gymly needs.]

Squirrel campfire, Monday night

[nadiathesaint]

After spending a rather lazy day hiding lying about in her alcove, Nadia headed out after sunset to build a campfire and relax. She had her guitar out, of course, and was currently plucking away at nothing in particular, just kind of making up a song as she went along.

Which meant that what she was playing was rather repetitive and not terribly good, but, well, what could you do?

[ooc: bored. open.]