Basilisk Campfire; Very Late Tuesday Night.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

...It was bound to happen again.

After all, who was Chad to deprive others of the beauty that was him? He'd upped the ante since his last excursion like this on the rooftops, even, by adding the sheer pleasure that was his soulful music.

Returning from work, Chad found himself sitting in front of the Basilisk campfire, wearing nothing more than his guitar and tattoos, strumming idly and singing in Spanish.

He wasn't even wearing his bandage. Every part of him was glorious, even his scars.

Come. Bask in the greatness of teh Chad.


[[ yes, chad is snowflaked. yes, chad is naked. yes, admin types are free to slap him with a detention for his public nudity. ]]

[[ and, yes, of course, the post is open ]]


[[ and now it's even labeled correctly, yay ]]

Chupacabra campfire: Tuesday night

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

He'd been warned about gremlins and monsters and all manner of strangeness. Pity no one had thought to warn Karal about the weather. If they had, he might have done something besides watch in fascination as the snowflake slowly drifted out of the sky and landed on the tip of his nose.

He blinked, wrinkling his nose as it dissolved, then wrinkled it further as he looked down at his robes. Why was he wearing such plain ones? They were just not appropriate at all for a priest of his caliber. He was the Envoy, for Sunlord's sake, not some secretary, and marked as the favoured of Vkandis by his possession of a Firecat.

This just would not do.

He managed to find a more formal set - with not nearly enough in the way of jewels and gilt, but the best that was available - and made his dignified way to sit outside, perched on the tallest rock he could find, robes arranged with great care, where the poor, unenlightened of this place could seek out his wisdom and munificence.

[ooc: yeah...open! If you like! Please, don't hit him, even if he acts like an ass!]

Camp Gym, Wednesday Afternoon

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Henry had handwavily ordered a compendium of eastern sword theory. After marking all the sections that followed what Setsuna had been teaching him, Henry focused on practicing the defensive moves. He was seriously considering not learning a single attack strategy.

OOC: Wide, wide open. Henry would appreciate the company.

Cheer Practice, Camp Gym - After workshops

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

This was the first practice with the new cheerleaders so when Molly made it there before Buffy, she made sure that there were comfortable places to sit since there would probably be more chatting than practice today. She also got all of the regular equipment set up.

[[OOC: This post takes place after the gym post set up by henryoredward. Non-cheerleaders please use whichever post is appropriate for your timing needs. Please wait for OCD is up.]]

Basilisk Campfire - Wednesday Evening

[snow-white-boy.livejournal.com]

Haku sat out by the campfire, tossing a ball of water back and forth in his hands as he watched the flames dance over the wood. The real trick would be if he could make another and juggle then.

He had some popcorn to make, but didn't feel like breaking into it just yet, at least not until there was someone else who wanted some.

[Open like campfires are.]

Kraken Campfire: Evening

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Mel has returned from patrol and has pulled out her supply of junkfood and drinks as she sits by the fire wondering about that strange dream she had the other night.

Versions of her were ridculing her for dating Zuko.

Extremely weird.

To take her mind off it she was throwing Twinkies into the fire to see if they'd explode.