Main Campfire, Way Late Friday Evening

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After everything that had happened tonight, the chances of Shawn actually being able to sleep any time soon was slim to none.

Which is why he was sitting out at the main campfire poking idly at the flames. He felt a lot more comfortable now he was pretty damn sure the place was free of crazed axe murderers, at least.

[ooc: Open, but particularly for those in need of some super-healing abilities post-fighty. And um, early cause timezones are teh suck.]

Abominable Snowfire, Very Late Friday Night

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Naminé couldn't seem to sleep. So she walked outside to tend to the dying ashes of the fire, stirring it up again into a cozy blaze.

She stared into it, wondering again at her week and whether she believed the things her professor had told her. And Michelangelo.

It was a good night to stare into a fire and let your mind wander. She also wouldn't mind company, if anyone else was feeling restless tonight.



(so so so open)

Chupacabra campfire: Friday night

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The fire was lit and crackling cheerfully - not that it was particularly cold, but there was something strange in the air tonight and Karal had wanted a fire.

He was leaning against a log, staring into the flames, while Altra sat on the log behind him, watchful and wary. With no idea about the radio, and his mun's limited availability solitary habits over the past few days, Karal didn't know there was a machete wielding homicidal maniac being hunted through the woods anything strange was going on.

There was a notebook in his lap in which he occasionally wrote something, but mostly he was content to simply watch the fire.

[ooc: open of course!]

Platypus Campfire, Saturday evening

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Jim was practicing shooting free throws. The fire was his basket. Marshmallows were his basketballs. He was well aware that he was basically just chucking sugar into the fire to melt, surely making a horrible mess of some sort inside all of that wood. He was curious what it would look like when all was said and done, though, so he kept shooting.

[OOC: Open like a campfire. Which it is.]

Minotaur Campfire, Saturday Afternoon

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There was a fuzzy, emo little frog by the dormant campfire, softly strumming his banjo and drowning his sorrows with music.

( Cut for lyrics )

ooc: open

Jackalope campfire -- Saturday evening

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After he'd got sprung from the clinic Dean had headed back to the cabin, fed Hunter and then spent the afternoon resting and surfing the 'net on his minicomp, trying to stick to things that he didn't really need two hands to do.

But that got old after a while so here he was out at the campfire (which he was able to start one handed, thank you very much), carefully putting marshmallows on a stick with the one hand he didn't have in a sling in preparation to toasting them.

[OOC: open!]

Kraken Campfire, Saturday Morning

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Seely sat outside the Kraken cabin with a mug of coffee.

Grinning like a massive dork.

[Open!]