Camp Gym; Monday Morning.

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After having been slacking around for way too long, Cal headed over to the gym that morning determined not to be distracted by breakfast, woodland creatures, or frighteningly optimistic redheads. Yawning slightly from the early wake up call, he came in, stretched a little, and then got to work on his bench press sets slowly to ease back into the trend.


[[ open gym is open! Although I'll hit a bit of SP in the afternoon to probably sit and wait at the Secretary of State for five hours. WHEEEE ]]

Lupus Campfire, Monday afternoon

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Ella found a letter from Char in her mail, so she was happily rereading it after she stoked a small campfire and set some bread borrowed from her class near it to toast.

It sounded like Ayortha was dreadfully dull. She'd have to write a good letter, then, to cheer him up. She drafted a reply in her head as she waited for her meal to be ready.

[OOC: Open like a campfire. Blair's thread is after any others chronologically.]

Ursa Major Campfire - Late Monday Afternoon

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Meg had gone out by the campfire with the intention of reading for a couple of hours. Somehow reading turned into making s'mores. Then eventually making s'mores turned into catching marshmallows on fire for fun. Stanford must be so proud. In her defense, she was eating the marshmallows after she blew the fire out. Just peel off the really burnt parts and the marshmallow was still good.

[Oooopen!]

Andromeda Campfire; Monday Evening.

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Typically, Turtle's strategy involving campfires was centered on the idea of hopping to ones belonging to people she didn't get stuck living with through the entire day. Tonight, however, she was making an exception, especially when one considered that it was a Monday evening and she was not at the radio station. It was surreal and strange and a little bit frightening, so she wasn't feeling too comfortable with going too far away from the safety of her own, familiar cabin tonight.

She was currently attempting to get a fire started, and not doing too terribly well, even if she had a lighter and everything. With her schedule all out of whack like this, it just seemed nothing was going to work right for her.

If one listened carefully, they might have even heard something that could almost have been a curse word, although nothing more dastardly than "damn it!"


[[ open, of course! ]]

Scorpius Campfire - Monday evening

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Liir wasn't enjoying the campfire so much as watching it, his eyes unfocused and perhaps a little dry as he didn't blink as often as would have been wise. His hands worked by themselves, peeling oranges and throwing the peels into the fire before popping the pieces into his mouth. The oil in the peels made a nice kind of crackle when it was hit by the fire and the scent that rose from the flames had a faint citrusy aroma... which might tell you how long he'd been there.

He didn't look angry or upset. There was just a small, crooked smile on his face as if he'd just been tricked and he was only just coming along to the point where he thought that the joke he'd been the butt of really had been sort of funny.

That said, the campfire was open for all. He certainly wouldn't mind some company. And there's enough strangely flavored oranges for everyone.

[ooc: open like an open thing and feel free to god your orange]