Sunday, May 27th, 2007

[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com
Chris woke up early and decided to sit outside on the porch with his hot chocolate so he wouldn't disturb his cabin-mates.

He was very much hoping for a quiet day. The whole crazy psycho killer thing last week had been more than enough excitement for him.



[open as posts outside are]
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Cooking food of any type on a stick over a fire pit would never stop being fun for Teddy. In his own defense, he did grow up in New York and had never gone camping before this.

He was making up for lost time.

So, there was a small pile of oh so modable food handwavily gotten at Turtle & Canary to see what worked and what didn't.

Eggs, not surprisingly, did not do well on a stick. Bacon, on the other hand, very well. And delicious!

[[ooc: open as open can be]]
[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com
It was a pretty nice day out so Molly decided to get some sun. Wearing her new bikini, she took a towel to lay out on the grass.
[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com
Lana had woken up early, headachy and tired of all the nightmares. Poor Jim had come back last night and taken care of her, then crashed and she didn't want to wake him. So, she slipped quietly out of bed, collected a few apples and headed to the stable.

She approached Trenor's stall carefully, making sure he saw her coming and moving slowly and calmly. She was pleased when he made his way over to her, nudging at her shoulder and happy to let her stroke him. He was even more pleased with the apples.

For her part, Lana felt relaxed and soothed. Maybe she should think about bringing Donatello here. She so very much missed the day to day care and companionship of her horse.

[Trenor modded with permission. Open should anyone want to stumble across Lana getting her horse fix.]
demonbelthazor: (Juvenile delinquent)
[personal profile] demonbelthazor
[Sunday evening, since there's a limit on characters in the subject line.]

It was raining out, but Bel was craving a cigarette, so he slipped outside and ducked under the eaves of the cabin, then conjured a fireball to light up. He glanced over at the sign on the door and wondered who had renamed the cabin. Had to be wishful thinking, because he sure as hell had never dressed as a girl, and never would. The manly part, he could live with that.


[ooc: Open, I am le bored.]

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