The Range [Tuesday morning]

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While there weren't technically any gun club meetings during the summer, Triela found that she was still in the habit of shooting on Tuesdays. So she arrived at the range relatively early and sorted through her gear.

It was sort of odd to be there without everyone else, but it was sort of nice too. Peaceful. Quiet. Well... peaceful at least.

She idly wondered if anyone else would show up out of habit too.

[The range is open!]

Behind the Dorms and Beyond, Tuesday Afternoon

[future_sandworm]

Today, one of the two men in charge wasn't bothering to look the other way whenever the other strayed into his vision. Arthur, it seemed, had decided to declare himself Past That for no reason at all. "Afternoon, students," he called, "Today, there is no time to fool around. We'll be mapping the shoreline by foot, in twos and threes. If you have the means to venture out onto the water, today or this week, I ask you to do so as well. We will continue to gain oversight over the island and its structure." A pause, in which he failed to seek out Ino in the audience. "Next week, you will be facing one another in a mock battle. Bring practise weapons."

Noting that Arthur had decided to make an effort, Leto saw no reason not to do the same, and so he did acknowledge his presence, even if he didn't address Arthur directly. "And for those of you who were here last week, you are welcome to hand in the reports on strategy," he continued, then shot a glance at Arthur, to check if he had anything to add.

"For those of you who are still looking to gain some fighting skills, you can come to Leto or myself," Arthur continued, shooting Leto a glance from the corner of his eyes to see if he agreed with that, "Or find a willing teacher now, before we disperse. If you are new, you may speak up now to let us know what your skills are, so everyone will be thoroughly informed in the event of an emergency."
 

Leto gave a nod in response, but had nothing more to add. He found himself a little relieved that things were a little less tense than last week.

[wait for OCD OCD has been up for a long time and I forgot to edit.]

Teddy Roosevelt Firepit [afternoon]

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Claudia was out in front of her cabin with her easel and acrylic paints. And a raspberry beret (really. Raspberries on it and everything) on, just in case anyone was missing out on the fact that she was Being An Artist Now, Okay?

She was painting a still life of the camp. It was...pretty good.

[OOC: Open of course!]

Main Campfire, Tuesday Evening

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Alex felt restless enough to emerge from his alcove and head out to the main campfire again. It was easier to both smoke and stay warm since it'd gotten weirdly cold over the last few days. Whatever. He was from Iowa. He was used to this type of weather.

Didn't mean he would pass up a fire.

So, he slouched down against a log, crossing his feet at the ankle and leaning back to blow smoke into the air. It was the second week of classes and, amazingly, they weren't going that badly. Of course, considering the classes, Alex didn't know how they could go badly.

He'd take the good news while he could. It didn't happen often.

[campfires are open things!]

Rutherford B. Hayes campfire, Tuesday evening

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Dinah got a fire going in front of the cabin after dinner by dint of a firestarter, some lighter fluid, and a lot of newspaper, then settled in with her laptop and downloaded Radio podcasts from the WiFi in town, to catch up on what she'd missed.

Pretty soon you could hear exclamations of "No way!" ... "What?!" and "Oh my god, Tony wasn't making that up?"


[open campfire is open]