Lupus Campfire, Sunday Morning

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It was Sunday morning. And Reno the awesomely-detailed-action-figure-dammit was sitting outside, by the Lupus firepit. Grumpily.

There was no fire, as plastic and fire didn't tend to get along with one another very well.

There was no booze, as most of Reno's stash of bottles happened to be larger than him.

There was just a firepit. And a very grumpy piece of eight-inch-tall molded plastic.

[Open! As fireless firepits tend to be!]

Sirius Campfire: Sunday Morning

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After a day spent frolicking in the Preserve with all her new friends, Giselle was almost sad to have woken back up as a girl.  But the sun was shining, and she'd made a lovely fire and even found some yummy breakfast food in the living room of the cabin.

Her friends - the squirrels and chipmunks and even a few teal deer - were still sitting around the campfire, and Giselle was talking animatedly to them, slightly saddened they didn't talk back like they did in Andalasia. 

[OOC:  Campfire!  Open!  Breakfast!]

Scorpius Campfire, Sunday Evening

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As it turned out, Jen didn't handle hangovers very well, which had something to do with the way she'd managed to completely miss out on any and all pony-related activities yesterday.

She could have been a pony for all she knew, but she'd been asleep through all of it thanks to the wonders of Aleve; apparently 21st-century painkillers had quite the effect on a 31st-century physiology unused to them. So yay for that, she supposed.

She'd managed to get a fire going -- a small and kind of ragged one, definitely not the kind of fire-building that would win a merit badge, but it was erratically crackling away as Jen went through some martial arts forms nearby. Sure, there was a gym on the campgrounds, but being around all these trees made her kind of nostalgic for the days when the best she'd had was that rope-wrapped tree in that Silver Hills park.

Besides, this was where she'd laid out the s'more makings. Duh.

[OOC: Open campfire is open!]

Ursa Major, Sunday evening

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Willow was on a couch in the common area, watching TV thanks to her computer-fu.

Currently she was watching a Bridezillas marathon.

She was a little speechless.

[open for Ursa Majorettes, or those who feel like knocking]

Camp gym - Sunday morning - 5/18

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He was here, waiting for Ino, and working on his forms. Physically, anyway.

Mentally, he was going through the things he'd need, planning the trip he hoped he could make next weekend with Professor Ambrose. He wanted to look for Nor, of course, but it wasn't the priority. He couldn't count on being able to make any kind of progress on that. But he should be able to get to Princess Nastoya and see what needed doing. It was something he could work on. It was something he could do.

Or so he hoped.

[open for all your Liirish or gymish needs; Ino won't be showing up so no worries on timing] [and darn timing...]