Main Campfire, Monday, After Classes

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Sometimes, being a TA rocked.

Other times, Reno ended up standing at a campfire in a black tutu, cute ribbons, and mime make-up, absolutely certain that he hadn't had nearly enough alcohol to be able to do this without crawling under something to die, afterward.

Perhaps surprisingly, getting the tutu had been the easy part. Being a Turk meant that he had connections... well. Everywhere. Ones that tended not to ask questions.

Look! He was in a box! An invisible box! And he could not get out! And he hated you all!

The timer on his phone went off, and he broke into a loud, rousing chorus of I'm a Little Teapot, complete with hand-actions, before he went back into shock-silent mime mode again. Still in that box. Still hating you all.

Marcel Marceau would be rolling over in his grave, right about then.

[So, so open.]

the lawn in front of the dorms - monday afternoon - 8/11

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There was a rather irate looking Ozian, shirtless, with a load of laundry in his arms. He'd taken the afternoon off from his usual to get a few chores done, but he kept wandering off in the wrong direction. He'd wandered off into the preserve once. Towards the beach. Near the main campfire...

...and when he saw where he now was, he growled and looked up at whichever higher being thought they were being Clever.

"I JUST WANT TO DO MY LAUNDRY!"

[open!][sorry about that;haste made me press the wrong button]

Tiniest Penguin Campfire [Monday Evening]

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With the island in yet another new place and the gross bugs gone, Ned felt safe enough to venture outside with Kaylee, who was still a raccoon. She seemed to like the outdoors better anyway (and that was probably due to being cooped up for so long) because as soon as he let her down near the campfire, she found a broken stick and started to try and repair it.

This meant grass stalks, another stick as a splint and some odds and ends to get the grass to stick.

"Can you build me a radio out of sticks and grass?" Ned asked, infinitely amused. He made sure to bracket her inside one leg to keep a barrier up between her and the fire.

In response to his question, she butted her head against his leg. He took that as a no.

[Ooooopen, yes. I had a BAD morning filled with a car not starting so I am escaping into the game now.]