Puffin Living Room; Late Thursday Night.

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The moment that Sakurazaki thought of taking flight after leaving Ranma-chan, there were no other thoughts about it. Because she'd decided that she would. The pain didn't even touch her as she pulled her wings out; they shot from her back so quickly that there was probably bleeding. That didn't matter, either. The second they were ready, she sprung from the ground. They beat furiously against the air, against her back. She closed her eyes against the wind as she launched herself toward the sky. Her destination was well past Puffin cabin. It was well past the island. Her destination was simply as far as her feathered appendages would allow her to go.

By the time she had returned, it was already dark, stars peeking from the few spots among the heavy clouds like thoughts of unblinking, judging eyes. Sakurazaki had accomplished nothing more than exhausting herself. She had no answers, no sense of closure, no feel of acceptance. She couldn't accept this; she just couldn't! Why did this have to happen? Why did it have to happen now?

Needless to say, when she entered the cabin, rather mindless of her wings so they banged against the doorframe, disturbed the curtain to her alcove more than necissary, she made a small ruckus. It was hard not to just want to throw things at the wall, scream out her frustration, now that she was back on land and the distraction of flying was gone. But she was looking for something in particular. Her camcorder. She had footage she needed to delete. There was no sense in keeping blackmail footage if the person she was going to jokingly blackmail wasn't going to exist anymore...

Camera in hand, Sakurazaki storms to the living room. The room may be big enough to hold a host of people, but her wings were still cramped by the low ceiling. Still, her back was so sore from her reckless use of them that it would be far too painful to put them away right now. The only way for her to manage comfortably was to perch herself on the back of the couch, her wings working as excellent balances, and set about deleting the footage.

It was slightly thereputic. But having to look at it only made her want to cry. She still needed more distraction. Carefully, she creeps up to the television, quickly managing the right cords to hook the video camera up to the television. What remained was her footage of birds. Especially those crows. She kept going back to the crows. Perched back on the couch, arms wrapped around herself, hair dangling over her shoulders limply (she's lost her ponytail holder somewhere, a particularly strong gust of wind) and wings twitching as the soft glow of the television washed her pale skin out exceptionally well, the footage couldn't help to stop her from crying. But at least it was just the tears sliding mindlessly down her cheeks instead of the curl-up-in-the-corner bawling she felt she could accomplish quite well at the moment.

[[for kitty__fetish, although it would make sense if any other fellow Puffin-ers were woken by all the ruckus she makes]]

Camp gym, Friday morning

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For once Aeryn didn't wake up obscenely early, though it's still really early. Which means she heads to the gym- big shock to everyone- gets out her gloves, and starts hitting the bag. She's also discovering it's more satisfying to hit things when she has a reason.


[I have some net access and some time this morning. Come play.]

Aye Aye Campfire, Friday Afternoon (After Morning Workshops)

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Not wholly thrilled to be back at the cabins after a night in the dorms with Veronica, Archie was sitting outside at his cabin's campfire putting the rigging on his new model frigate.

Laid out on a piece of cardboard beside him was the carefully carved and painted binnacle that, per the odd superstition he'd developed, would be the last piece to get attached to the ship. As soon as the rigging was complete, the binnacle would get glued on and his miniature HMS Mars would be done.

He thought it might make a nice birthday present for Veronica.

[OOC: Here for several people particularly, but open!]

Squirrel Campfire area, Friday afternoon

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Nadia lay stretched out on the grass, watching the sky for breaks in the clouds so she could pretend they made shapes.

On the one hand, Constant Vigilance seemed like it would be a good class, and she was pretty sure that the Doctor might be the coolest teacher since Mac left. She idly wondered if she could call the Doctor "Doc". Also, she was now done with workshops for the week, which meant a weekend to look forward to.

On the other hand, she apparently had detention tomorrow. Possibly for chalking things, but she suspected it was one of those "punish for no reason!" things this school liked to do sometimes.

She also kind of felt like she should have a long stalk of seeding grass sticking out of her mouth, and possibly a banjo, though she wasn't entirely certain why.

[ooc: open. I've just been told to bum around until they get a document they can trust me to format my first week, so please to be entertaining me?]

Outside Puffin, Friday Morning

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Ranma woke feeling confused and drowsy. He sat up and looked around. The cabins? When did he get there? He's really lost. Did he time travel? He looked down. Why was he in girl form? He quickly ran to the bathroom and changed back to a boy. He knew only one person who he could turn to figure out what happened. He ran to Puffin praying Setsuna was there. He knocked on the door and waited for response.

((OOC: Anyone can answer but he's looking for Setsuna))

Seahorse Cabin, Friday Evening

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Sam built a fire and proceeded to slather herself in Deep Woods Off. Within five minutes, she was drawing a design for a naquada-powered bug zapper in the dirt with a stick.


[ooc: Open to all, and the mosquitoes are biting!]