Sunday Evening: Cuddly Wuggly Bunny Campfire

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

There was a campfire. There were also assorted treats for said campfire and implements to use them.

Worf did not bring those treats and was not interested in using him.

He was however standing guard at the campfire to prevent anyone who wasn't a Cuddly Wuggly Bunny from taking them away.

[Open. Because Worf being associated with the words "Cuddly Wuggly Bunny" is too much not to abuse]

Camp Gym; Monday Morning.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Although Cal's body was heavy with the weight of regrets, although it took him nothing short of an hour to do so, he got up. He got up, rubbed a hand through his tobacco-smoke hair, shook out his limbs, and moved, although lethargically. He figured he had two choices: lay there in the cabin and let the events of his weekend fester in his mind to weigh him down even more, or get up, get moving, and work it off. And so he was back in the camp gym, where it really felt that everything had started, stretching slowly and with the occasional cough, as if some of his cigarettes still drifted in his chest. Then he started up the treadmill and Cal just ran and ran and ran, hoping eventually he'd just sweat it all out.


[[ open for all your gymly needs, though pings from me might be a bit flaky ]]

Elegant Emu Campfire [Monday Evening]

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

After his one and only class today, Lee had come back to the cabins and crashed for a little while before getting tired of that and wandering out to the campfire.

He got it started pretty quickly before leaning back against a log and lounging lazily. Sure, he could have done this in the cabin but there was no fire or sky or anything like that.

It was easy to forget about things he should be thinking of, plans he should be making when they were in Australia and the weather so was nice.

[Tis open!]

Tiniest Penguin Campfire [Monday, Morning]

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac had very wisely, she thought, kept to her room for most of the weekend. She remembered the last time this 'adults to children' thing had happened all too clearly, and hadn't been a fan of babysitting duty. Her own kids were tolerable, anyone else's were less so.

Come Monday morning she'd decided it was safe to venture outside again. The first thing that happened of course, was that she tripped over a great lump that appeared in front of her. One she could've sworn that wasn't there before. In the end, it got used to sit on as she drank her hot chocolate.

She honestly wasn't a fan of the cabins. Used to by now? Yes. But that didn't mean she particularly enjoyed it. The annual camping trips forced on her by her parents were more than enough nature to last her a lifetime, and this whole mysterious stump thing, didn't make her appreciate the great outdoors any more than she did before.

[[ooc: Open like a campfire, people!]]