The Valley Campfire: Monday Afternoon

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After classes, Layla settled down outside of her cabin and began making her own version of s'mores which involved a jar of marshmallow fluff, chocolate syrup and graham crackers.

As far as she was concerned it was just as tasty, had the required stickiness and as a bonus she didn't have to start a fire.

Score.

[Open Campfire is Open]

The Salle, Monday Morning (before classes)

[bitchprince]

After several months, there were few things as comforting as the Monday morning routine of heading into the salle for practice, if Arthur was going to be brutally honest. While he was in here, with his students, he could sort of pretend the world was working the way the world usually did back home; and back home was troubling enough.

So the first Monday morning of the new term found him back there, same as always, going through his drills while Merlin did his chores and kept an eye on things from his corner of the room. Normal.

Although Arthur was contemplating sending him another text message. Or two.

[[ open salle is open as per usual! ]]

Wormhole X-Treme Campfire, Monday evening

[momslilassassin]

Ben, not surprisingly to anyone who knew him, was hungry.

He'd managed to get the fire started without incident and was now cheerfully burning cooking some hot dogs and staring into the flames.

Meeting new people would be fun--that's why he'd put out extra food and had given the bugs some silent encouragement to bite people at a different fire--but Ben was hoping they'd come to him.

He glanced over at the nearby cabins hopefully, then made a face, dropped his completely charred hot dog into the fire, and tried again.

Ben was a terrible cook.

[OOC: So very open.]

Main Campfire, Monday Evening

[longislandiceme]

"No, Kate, you can't have a s'more," Bobby said sternly to the cat who was currently nosing around the s'more ingredients he'd set up. "Because s'mores aren't for cats, that's why."

No, he couldn't actually understand cat. He's just Bobby, and physically incapable of shutting up for more than a few minutes at a time.

[ooc: open! location moved 'cos I'm a dolt who didn't notice there was already an evening post set at Ninth Hell. not deleting this time, I promise.]

Rumor Gal Campfire; Monday Evening

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Chuck had no idea who kept starting these fires but he owed them money or something because it meant he would never have to learn. He was vaguely aware it involved some paper and some wood and...whatever, there was a fire going now, that's what mattered. He was leaning back against a log and was currently busying himself with rolling a joint.

He also jacked a bag of marshmallows for when the munchies kicked in. Always thinking ahead, this boy.

[Oooooooopen]

Ninth Hell Campfire, Monday evening

[future_sandworm]

Clearly he had chosen completely the wrong workshops this time. The one he had thought was about art had turned out to be about stealing art (and why would he do that?) and the other one (Leto wondered if he had accidentally got it wrong) made even less sense. Clearly he would have to find some other means to further his education during the rest of the summer.

While contemplating this, Leto watched the flames of the fire, his hands wrapped around a mug of spice coffee. Perhaps he should attempt to make some of those s'mores that were so popular here.

[Open, of course]