Main Campfire, Monday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan had gotten out of bed not long before midnight to take care of his apology to Buffy; he'd left a note for John in case the other woke up while he was gone, but this was definitely something he'd needed to do.

He'd prepared the spell over the last day, and it was a simple matter to release it onto Curupira cabin. Curupira was exactly the same as it had been -- except that, for twenty-four hours from midnight to midnight, it was going to be made of glitter. Or, well, a glittery material that would actually stay up, but. The inhabitants and their personal belongings weren't altered in any way, but the physical structure of the cabin and attached things like doors, faucets, and outlets were all glittery. Severely glittery. In a way that sparkled and shone.

His next work led him to the middle of the camp. When he was done, ( hanging over the main campfire pit were... (cut for text-images, totally work safe) )

It was now around 6AM, and Ronan was coming back out (again, leaving a note for John) to sit below the words, beside the campfire pit. He was wearing his typical black clothing, but the cloth glimmered like a captured starfield -- one might even say that it were glittery. And probably many people would.

He was waiting for Buffy to wake up, but truly anyone could come by and ask him, "WTF, man? Seriously, WTF?" He'll be here until his workshop second period.


(OOC: So this is Ronan's apology to Buffy. Here's hoping it saves him from repeated application of frying pan of DOOOOM. Wide open, as these posts tend to be. Also, the cabin will be glittery until midnight; the words will persist until then, as well. Feel free to mod whether or not your Curupira cabin member wakes up covered in glitter. Anything Ronan puts on all day will be glittery. Can it plz now be tiem for not maiming? :D )

(Also, posting now because I'm sick and I don't know how early I'd actually be able to post tomorrow and stuff. Not for Sunday's radio broadcast, but definitely fine for Monday's. I will be SP for the next little while.)

Abominable Snowman Campfire - Monday morning after 2nd period

[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

Prue was definitely looking to relax a little after her class today. She had forgotten how horrible dealing with stupid people could be. She had a coffee from the Perk sitting next to her and she had a book open in her lap. She'd welcome any interruptions though.

[Open to anybody, obviously]

Sphinx Campfire - Monday Morning

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Neil had decided he could definitely get into this two classes a week deal, though he was feeling a small niggle of guilt as if he should pick up another job or something.

...

Nah!

Not when he could enjoy a beautiful May morning, stretched out in an old beach chair he'd dug up somewhere, reading the last of the Ninth Wonder comics he'd borrowed from Peter(Steve).

There were worst ways to spend a lazy morning.

[ooc: Open as a fire out in the middle of the woods tends to be.]

Kraken campfire, Monday morning

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Coo roo coo coo coo coo coo coooo!"

It's Victoria Day.

"Coo roo coo coo coo coo coo coooooooo!"

Thus, Jude has a Canadian flag tied around his shoulders as a cape while he sits in front of the campfire, checking his skateboard over before a hard day of daredevil stunts and highspeed pranking.

In honour of the Queen, of course.

"Take offffff to the Great White North, take offfffff! It's a beauty way to go . . ."

[[I have the day off and thus celebrate.]]

Curupira campfire - Monday evening

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Since she had no workshops today, Molly had slept in and then spent the majority of the day puttering around the cabin. The glittery was getting to her though. So, she went to sit outside for a while with her back to the cabin. She ignored the fact that she was almost as glittery as the cabin by now.

[[Open!]]

Jackalope campfire, Monday night

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean had got a fire going and was reclining lazily against a log with a soda and staring up at the night sky. The assignment in Treasure Hunting had him thinking about stars again and he was seeing how many constellations he could still pick out. When that got a little boring he started making up his own constellations and stories to go with them, wondering if he could pass them off as fact to Vala.

[ooc:open!]