Sixth Floor, Wednesday Morning

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It was early, so there were kids to supervise in the severely slow process of renovation work. "You guys know what to do. Once we get all this junk hauled away, we'll start ripping up the old carpet under your feet right now. That means hard hats and masks. No complaining you can't breathe later."

There had to be something else. Finally Ronon added, "And if you need somethin' talk to the Constable."

Around The Cabins, Wednesday

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There were posters placed all about the cabins for a second week in a row. Yes, still poorly spelled. Poor man.

No one seemed to have the heart to inform him of this issue

Magikal Reserve!

Calling all off the magik using kinde! If ye wish to help protecte the island, comme to the woods next to the cabins on Fryday.

Questiuons, aske Tony or Merlin!

Near the Main Campfire - Wednesday afternoon - 5/20

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As there was a lovely grassy area between the main campfire and the gym and the weather was reasonably comfortable, Fiona brought out the blanket Robert had gotten for her during their trip and spread it on the ground for a bit of very mild sunbathing. It was more just to enjoy the grass and the light breeze and her book than to actually tan her skin, but all and all, it was a comfortable set up and it seemed, to her, a lovely way to spend the partially sunny afternoon.

[quite open!]

The Salle, Wednesday Late Afternoon

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Look, this time Tahiri had made it back to the school grounds perfectly conscious of where she was and why she was going there, thanks. Someone had a belated birthday present to receive. She'd handwavily called Dinah to meet her up here, then stopped by the weapons locker to retrieve the two gaderffii she'd spent the past couple of weeks' spare time building (and wondering if it was cheating that the junkyard had plenty of scrap metal for such a project when it was much harder to scrounge up the right kind of metal back on Tatooine). One of them was a traditional style Tusken gaderffii, and the other, the one she'd made for Dinah, had been much more heavily modified with blunted fins and a rounded tip where the blades and spearhead should be, and no sharp spike protruding from the cudgel end (which had been shaped into more of a hook).

She propped that one up against the wall and went through a few basic moves with her own, re-acquainting herself with the heft and balance of the weapon. She'd learned to fight with one when she was five, but it had been years since she'd had to use one and it took some remembering.

Still, Tahiri couldn't help grinning. This was familiar, and reassuring.

[OOC: For Dinah, but open like a salle.]

Taft Campfire: Wednesday Late Afternoon [5-20-09]

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Yes, that was Fall Out Boy blasting from Wing 4 of Taft. And that would be Peyton sitting out by the campfire with her feet up, a sketchpad, and a cold drink.

She'd probably be pretty amenable to turning the music down or taking suggestions for the next album.


[Open like a campfire!]

Benjamin Harrison Campfire - Late Wednesday Evening

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Five days since Rose had seen Lissa, and that was longer than she remembered since they'd met sitting next to each other in kindergarten.  When she was by herself, she couldn't stop mentally poking at that oddly blank spot in her head where Lissa was supposed to be.  Every once and a while, Rose could almost feel a whisper of emotion from the spot, but it was never constant.  It was never the way their bond had always been.

She'd tried to tire herself out today, but she couldn't fall asleep so Rose got up and headed out to the unlit campfire.  She scavenged some bread and peanut butter and sat at the campfire to occupy herself by ripping up the slices and throwing pieces into the firepit.