Main Campfire, Saturday late afternoon

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Johnny was bored. He didn't have any dates today. Or tonight. And man, that really sucked. 

To pass the time he was making fat marshmallow men and setting them up for target practice. Yes. That's what he was calling it. Target practice. And they weren't really being set up, rather he was launching them straight into the air with a catapult, then blasting them with a fast fireball.

Laughing, he watched them burn up in the sky.

Johnny was easily amused.

But it still sucked that he didn't have a date for this evening.

(ooc: it's open if you like.)

Salamander Campfire, Saturday Night

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A little research and a quick shopping trip (which he probably shouldn't have taken, since now his back was hurting a little bit) had netted Anders a nice cast-iron Dutch oven. Said Dutch oven had then been cleaned and seasoned, and was now nestled comfortably in the coals at the Salamander cabin campfire, a six-cupcake baking tray filled with chocolatey batter inside.

There was a pitcher full of more cupcake batter on a nearby log, oven mitts and tongs near the fire, and an Anders happily sampling the results of his campfire-baking test run.

Would it have been easier for him to just go down to J,GoB and buy cupcakes? Sure. But dammit, he'd wanted to find out if he could do it. So there.

[OOC: Open, with fresh, if slightly gooey, cupcakes! Also, really slow/flakey/nonexistent comment notifications, so apologies in advance for slowness.]

Chupacabra campfire: Saturday morning

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Karal stumbled out of the cabin. His head was pounding, his stomach was rolling, and his mouth felt as it had been stuffed full of cotton. It was not a good morning.

He collapsed in a little heap of misery next to the campfire and tried to hide from everything in the world that made noise. Including the sun. No, the sun can't actually make noise. Yet there he was, huddling in the cabin's shadow.

"Oh, Sunlord. I will never drink again." It was a fervent vow, and to it he added a silent wish for willowbark tea.

Your first hangover is always a startlingly memorable experience.

[ooc: very open, yes!]