Elegant Emu Campfire - Thursday Mid Morning

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Now that classes were finished for the semester Liz had taken the opportunity to contact Professor Broom about spending the next week at the BPRD while there was a break between classes. It had been a while since she had visited home, asthe last time had been at the start of the summer semester.

Once she was finished with the arrangements she came out to the campfire, she had a new book on the paranormal that she wanted to finish reading and she decided to spend some time outdoors.

[ooc: open!]

Main Campfire - Thursday Evening

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Chuck was getting real tired of this whole cabin thing and was counting down the days until they moved back to the dorms. He wasn't the outdoorsy type but even sitting out here with the dirt and the bugs and the nature was better than sitting in that cabin with all those people in close quarters.

He was sitting on a blanket-covered log, roasting marshmallows in one hand and catching up on Gossip Girl with his phone in the other.

[I have my internet back early. You will now entertain me]

Camp gym, Thursday evening

[solo_sword]

Jaina was having a problem lately reminding herself that she needed to get out of the flight shed. Not because spending that much time doing what was essentially work a galaxy away from the war was unhealthy, but because if and when she did end up back there, the fighting she'd end up doing stood a good chance of being a physical fight. Also because it was really unhealthy, but like she was going to admit that?

Currently she was working on the punching bag, looking for all the world like she was taking out her frustrations on it (and she did have plenty of those), but mainly she was just trying to get better, and see how long she could go before she had to stop, or someone dragged her away. Whichever came first.


[Open like a gymmish thing.]

Curious Chicklet Campfire - Afternoon

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It was nice outside, just warm enough without being too hot. At least, Ichigo thought so and he'd grabbed a few items from the cabin before he installed himself beside the unlit campfire. The small portable radio beside him was tuned to a random station.

Now he was sitting on one of the logs, his head tipped back and eyes closed for a moment as the sun broke through the clouds again and he had almost forgotten about the notepad in his lap, the letter to home only barely started.

It was his brotherly duty to at least write a letter once a month, or something, but he wasn't sure what to put in it. Just like everything involving being a Shinigami, Fandom seemed to strange to try to explain them and he didn't want them to worry.

[Open as campfires are. Even the unlit ones.]