The Camp Gym, Sunday Early Morning

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Ino blinked in bemusement when she got to the gym and found that, wonder of wonders, she’d actually beaten Liir.

Grinning a bit at that—such a stupid, simple thing really, but it made her happy—Ino fell to stretching out for practice.

Only to find stretching out promptly aborted as a spider scuttled towards her.

“Nuh huh,” she said firmly, frowning severely at it and wondering at her odds of squashing it with her sandals were. “You’re not stalking me.”

[Ino is here for Liir, but totally open for any of your Ino-ish or gym-ish needs.]

Elegant Emu Campfire: Sunday afternoon [8-10-08]

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Helen was in her glories! She was seated out at the campfire, gathering as many of the spiders and the creepy-crawlies that were in range to her so that she could check them all out. This meant that her lower half was mostly covered with the things trying to get close to her, while she held several of the others lovingly to examine them.


[Open!]

Curious Chicklet Campfire - Sunday Late Morning

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Ichigo was bored. Bored enough to attempt to make coffee over the campfire. He was going to blame Tyler's classes even if they hadn't learned how to do this. It did smell like coffee, if you asked Ichigo. It certainly tasted like it. Perhaps a little too much as it was very, very strong coffee. Maybe it needed some milk or sugar, but that required getting up and Ichigo was comfortable.

Sort of comfortable as Ichigo was engaged in a staring contest with the cricket sitting only an inch away from his foot. Ichigo wasn't all too bothered by bugs, but he did reach up to scratch the back of his neck for some reason.

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Grave Guinea Pig Living Room, Sunday Morning

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His girlfriend was a turtle. A real turtle. He was never going to forgive the squirrels. Or whatever it was. The toothpaste! Toothpaste was going on the list of dangers for sure now.

As was just about everything that was outside. Jeff had tried to go outside that morning, but it hadn't really worked out. There were spiders, and somehow, tossing his turtling girlfriend at them seemed like it might be a problem later.

So Jeff was in the living room, clutching tenaciously to a moderately-sized turtle, his feet on the couch and his gaze positively watchful.

Being Jeff, he didn't really see much.

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Fightin' Fox campfire, Sunday lunchtime

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River was barbecuing an apple. She looked sullen and muttering to herself, wishing cabin time was over and she could go back to her own room, where there was no need to make an effort to keep people out of her mind. The cabins were noisy - although less so now since a certain darkhaired girl turned into a bird. There was also that incident that had upset Kerrigan. River didn't wan't to think about that.

She poked the apple with her finger. Almost done.

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Main Campfire [Sunday Evening]

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Deciding he'd have enough of being cooped up in his alcove, Hannibal found his way out to the main campfire. Once he'd gotten a good fire going, he took a seat against one of the logs and kept a hand loosely on the bug spray he'd brought with him.

The fire seemed to do a pretty good job of keeping the creeping insects away but he was armed and dangerous if they decided to be brave little bugs and sacrifice themselves for the cause.

He had a very plain looking bottle in his other hand but wasn't drinking it just yet.

[Oooooooopen, yes. It's boring here tonight. Also, senor_chado pointed this out so now I must say, lookit the Cookie Monster stalking Ryan Reynolds in the icon!]

The pool, Sunday afternoon

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Sokka was at the pool. For any squirrels that might be watching him, he muttered something about absolutely NOT being there to practice holding his breath under water, because he'd get detention in Underwater Basket Weaving class if he were doing that alone. So, absolutely not doing that.

He didn't actually get in the water, though, because it was all choked with weeds. No, wait... NOT weeds -- they were alive! They were all swimming around!

Sokka just stood there on the pool edge in his spiffy blue bathing suit and stared.


[Open, so long as you don't mind SP. This post was brought to you by today's most excellent trip to the Pittsburgh Zoo and PPG Aquarium.]