Camp gym (Salle)- Thursday before classes

[solo_sword]

While it would be nice to have a summer without worrying whether or not any relatives would be listening to the radio and not feeling checked up on, Jaina also realized that she was losing the two people who helped her with her lightsaber training, too. This was definitely a downside, and she new that it just meant she was going to have to make it a point of getting down here more and practicing herself. She thought she might get a lecture if she was all rusty come fall, after all.

Making sure to stick a note on the door to give warning that there was someone back here with a nice live weapon that was known for chopping off limbs, she set up three remotes to start firing, and ignoted her lightsaber to start deflecting the bolts that were going to be coming at her at pretty high speeds.


[Yes I did have to go into old posts to make sure the salle was there. Open, as I have a couple hours before work still, but then it'll be SP till this evening PST. Fair warning.]

Ursa Major Campfire [after classes]

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After a long sparring session with Jaina in the salle and and even longer shower (he was going to miss the unlimited water around here), Luke assembled some food made for sticks--marshmallows, hot dogs, weird Rebel rations that Yoda had always made fun of--and stretched out in front of the campfire.

The fire reminded him a bit of being back on Endor. Without the "being served over it" aspect, of course.

[OOC: So open.]

Sirius Campfire, Thursday Evening

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Classes were going great, so John was rewarded himself by chilling out in front of a blazing fire, attempting to make a fire pie grilled turkey sandwich.

There were moddable ingredients available to anyone who happened by the campfire, especially Sirius residents. Well, most Sirius residents.

[ooc: open like a campfire]

Sirius Campfire, Thursday morning

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The Sirius campfire was lit and burning merrily. Gladys was standing nearby, arms hanging, the glow in her eyes banked, as she waited for something that needed to be done.

Apart from setting up the fire, she hadn't moved since last night.

[ooc: Sirius campfire is serious. Err, open. And it was TOTALLY never in the wrong journal. Honest.]

Cygnus Campfire, Late Thursday Night

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An open fire. Alice had started it herself, and was feeding it sticks and branches as it grew into a moderate size. She felt a small thrill of vindication at that; she would not let something as simple as a campfire defeat her. It was controlled. It was safe. She was even considering roasting marshmallows over it.

She was calm, or relatively so, and would welcome company.

(OOC: very open, as campfires go.)