Lupus Campfire: Late Evening

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Ron was awake and very bored. As a result he's sitting by the campfire and contemplating what random items he can find to throw into the fire and see if it burns.

[Open. Bored. Entertainment plz.]

The Camp Gym; Monday Morning.

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It was a Monday morning, so Cal was, of course, in the gym, warming up a little before setting to the task of his usual routine. The ensuing workout was a little pensive, a little thoughtful, big golem-like creatures wielding horses aside. No, Milton hadn't exactly been killed in the service, but Cal's father was still in his thoughts today, as he wondered whether or not he should do anything. Maybe call Tessie. Wire some flowers. Could you even wire flowers back to 1976? He guessed that he'd figure out all the details there when he wasn't pumping iron.


[[ open gym is open, although I might disappear here and there as there is talk of frisbee golf in my future ]]

Sunday Night: Main Campfire [5-26-08]

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Lana decided to venture out to the main campfire tonight. She'd brought the fixings for s'mores and was happy to spend the night toasting marshmallows and watching the stars. Though she'd certainly prefer not doing it alone.

[Open!]

Near Sirius cabin, Monday morning

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Trenor was a very bored horse. Not that he wasn't being looked after properly, but he missed his person, and he was sick of his stall and his yard. So he'd escaped and wandered into camp, in hopes of finding someone to give him treats. When he sniffed at the odd rock near one of the cabins he got quite a surprise.

It stood up.

Legs splayed, he stared at it in shock.

When it spoke, his ears pointed straight at it, and he quivered in astonishment.

"Horses Are Not Supposed To Walk Around Alone. You Should Be In Your Stable."

Trenor simply kept staring at her, and it was much too late when he finally decided to bolt.

Gladys reached out one massive hand and, with surprising delicacy, caught his halter. Trenor pulled back, but he was only a small gelding and Gladys was immovable object and irresistible force all rolled into one.

Even his attempt at passive resistance didn't work. Rather than drag him back to the stables, Gladys simply picked the horse up and put him over her shoulder. Trenor flailed his legs once, trying to leap off, but Gladys barely noticed. Balancing him carefully, she began to walk out of camp. "Now You Will Go Back To Your Stable."

Ears drooping, Trenor hung limply over her shoulder, whuffling to himself.

[ooc: Totally open! (Though it'll be SP in two hours cause I have to go to bed.) And yup, it's canon, a golem can easily carry a horse. Poor Trenor.]