The Camp Gym; Tuesday Morning.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Another morning in the gym. Cal had a thought that if he kept it up like this, he might be overdoing it, especially when he considered the soreness tugging at his limbs with each small movement, but he also figured he had a class tomorrow and work Thursday, so that should make him slow down at least a little bit.

But he liked it. It was a good way to kill time that wasn't slowly killing him; it was a rare time when how his body felt matched the flow of hormones running through it. Simple, repetitive, almost mechanical movements, carefully sculpting out what for sixteen years he had no control over. And the work and the sweat and the physical strain put him in a better mood for the rest of the day.

So he was there. Another morning in the gym.


[[ open gym is open *pats the little obsessive one* ]]

Ursa Major Campfire; Tuesday Morning.

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Yes, the senior cabin was twice as large as any of the other cabins, but there were also twice as many people inside, and so Adah found that she was rather quick to want to slip out from the confines of the cabin, into the rather nice morning, and find a small spot close to the campfire, in the grass, to sit and hope for quiet before the day's activities got too bustling and she might have to relocated with a bit of a limping voyage into the woods, or off the island, into Greece, which she liked but her body did not. The idle quiet was nice for perhaps five minutes; Adah then found herself getting restless, thinking about how much more productive she could be, should be, would be if she'd gotten her internship. She felt useless and bored, a book on her lap, and she started to read about various mutations and synthesis of hemoglobin structures and how to identify and perhaps even predict them, and what started out as being a quiet entertaining read was quickly turning into Adah furiously writing backwards notes in the margins, filling up every white space just as much as the spaces with text and pictures were filled.

Anything to make her feel like she just wasn't sitting there, idle, wasting precious time.


[[ open, of course. guess who has another day off -_- ]]

Little Dipper Campfire [evening]

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee...was not the best cook. But! Given what she'd been able to scrounge up, sweet-wise, she was doing just fine, thank you. She'd managed to locate a fair amount of candy and fresh fruit, and while her attempts to roast things over the fire weren't going very well (gummi bears, it turned out, were kinda melty), she was determined to at least try everything.

[open, as these things are!]