[Main Campfire, Thursday Afternoon]

[lil-yellow.livejournal.com]

Bumblebee had several times made the attempt to get back to the dorms, but had no luck in convincing whatever powers were at work that he needed to be there sufficiently bad enough to merit a pass.

So, in annoyance, he'd settled by the campfire for a nap. If nothing else he'd recharge his solar receptors while waiting to try again, because he sorely needed access to a hose if the thin layer of dirt all over his armor and windows was anything to go by.

Of course, no nap in a public space could go unpunished - while he rested, someone came by and wrote "WASH ME" in the dustiest part of Bumblebee's windshield. The automotive equivalent of a "kick me" sign, as Bumblebee had no idea and wouldn't until someone else pointed it out.

[OOC: Open! A certain individual modded with permission, yes.]

Main campfire, Thursday lunchtime

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

As today wasn't being spent hanging on a wall together with a whiny boy, River was in a good mood. That meant it was also a good day for apple, marshmallow and sandwich barbecue. River sang quietly to herself, a melancholy melody with improvised words, most of which didn't really have a meaning. Still, she smiled. Not much time left.

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