Camp Gym; Tuesday Morning.

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Setsuna was in the gym, working on her forms and attacks with the wooden practise sword.

Everyone in camp just died of surprise, to be sure. But she'd really enjoyed battling in class, and she made a note that she really should actually thank Deadpool (it felt strange having those words in such close proximity together) for the recognition he'd given her. It actually...meant a lot. And stuff...


[[ open as gyms be! ]]

Basilisk Campfire, Tuesday afternoon, after workshops

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Johnny didn't know that a snowflake landing on his head this morning, was the reason behind his thought process for today.

Because Johnny, totally thought he was perfect.

Still super shiny from Arts and Crafts, oh, and shirtless too, Johnny strutted out to the campfire and slouched lazily in a lounge chair. But his slouching was utterly perfection. The glitter reflected the sun and light and made him sparkle and glow like a ... sparkling and glowing thing.

(it is open to anyone, yes.)

Jackalope Campfire, Tuesday Evening

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Handouts needed to be written!  Posters needed to be made!  John gathered the snack food and art supplies that he'd handwavily obtained after work, and carried it all out to the campfire.  Hopefully, people would stop by to help him, or just to pass the time while he worked.

[ooc: come one, come all, make posters and shoot the breeze]

Abominable Snowman Campfire - Early Tuesday Morning

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Raph was up early on account of not actually having gone to bed the night before. He'd sleep later, but for now he was out poking a stick at the small fire that he'd started. A growing turtle needed breakfast, after all. He wasn't stupid though. Living with three brothers and a surprisingly hungry rat for a father meant that he knew to always cook extra or go without.

He didn't even notice as a snowflake, very unusual for this time of year, floated down and landed on his head. He swiped at the tingling feeling, then frowned and went back to cooking. A few seconds later, he raised an eyebrow.

"Why am I cooking my own breakfast? Why isn't someone cooking FOR me? They expected ME to cook? Oh no they di'in't!" he looked outraged, rather like a drama queen or someone from America's Next Top Model. He let the frying pan go and stood up with a 'hmph'. Someone else could cook. Right now, he felt the need to strut.


[OOC: And so it begins! Random snowflakes will be falling all day, so feel free to have your character get hit by one and think that they are the center of the universe for the day! More details here. Enjoy!]

Cabin walls, Tuesday evening

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Throughout the evening, posters went up on every wall possible in the camp.

( Poster! )

[[OOC: Text reads:
FLAG FOOTBALL!

Want to play?
Want to know what it is?

COME TO THE MEETING
THURSDAY AFTER CLASSES
IN THE CAMP GYM

Needed: people who can run, pass, catch and/or play defense

Thanks to psychic_wonder for help with the poster.]]

Curupira Campfire, Tuesday Morning

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Zack knelt by the campfire, trying to light it. Since he wasn't looking upwards, he didn't notice the snowflake landing on him. All he noticed that he was feeling good. After running his hand through his hair, he sat back from the fire and relaxed.

After all, he had to be easy to find for all the ladies in search of a little Zack.

[ooc: open!]