Wormhole X-Treme campfire [morning]

[momslilassassin]

After a mostly incoherent phone call from his grandfather early this morning--something about coffee pots that made very little sense--Ben had been sent down to the flight shed to check on something that Anakin had had a bad feeling about.

Which was why he was now sitting in front of the banked campfire, staring at a young man in a flight suit.

"This is weird, even for Fandom," he said.

"Tell me about it," the flight simulator replied.

[OOC: Open, with bouts of SP!]

Spooky Things Campfire - Saturday [7/11]

[gotyourmateria.livejournal.com]

Yuffie's day had started out... really weird. Beyond weird. She had woken up late and before opening her eyes, had reached under her pillow for the materia she had put there the night before. Some people slept with teddy bears, she slept with materia. So what.
( Morning fun )

After a very long explanation, and meeting the others, Yuffie was now sitting outside by the campfire. Fire was making some s'mores, without using the fire pit. Cure was meditating. Ice was working her way through a twelve pack of soda. Not drinking them, but trying to get them cold without freezing them. The aluminum was throwing her off though.

It took her a moment, but Yuffie frowned and looked when she caught on. "Where the hell did Steal go?"


[massive sp for me, but open for everyone else. feel free to mod Fire handing out s'mores to people or Ice either blowing up the cans or handing them out.]

The Pool, Saturday Morning

[endsthegame]

There were no objects Ender felt more than the most superficial care for, which meant that this weekend's bout of strangeness had, so far, passed him by entirely. Instead he'd made his way down to the pool for his usual exercise, towel in hand and ready to give in to some mindless physical pursuits.

He slid slowly into the water with a sigh, embracing the near lack of gravity for a few split seconds of utter nostalgia. Then, he pushed off from the wall and cut through the water, one long motion after the other. He was thinking about space again, and distances; it was obvious that this term wouldn't allow him much in terms of mental exercise on the topic, but he was used to making his own fun by now.

[[ open pool, open post! ]]

The Dorm Roof [Saturday evening]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela had actually carried two of her big black equipment bags up to the roof today. It wasn't really any more effort than doing one, after all, and hopefully there would be a number of people who needed gear.

She finished securing the ropes and started laying out the harnesses.

It had been too long since she'd done any really difficult rappelling work, and while this wasn't exactly an official sort of activity it was about the most organized such outing she'd been involved in at Fandom. She glanced over at Dinah. "You think with everyone out of the dorms anyone will show up? Or even notice?"

[Feel free to have handwavily had your character hear about exciting rappelling opportunities from either of the two blondes over the past week if you want an excuse to show up.]

Sun Also Sets campfire, early Saturday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean sat at the cabin campfire and mused about the day so far.

It was definitely a surreal day when you spend a good amount flirting with pie. But really, as Fandom weird things go, this one was... pretty cool so far. Nothing to really angst about and hey, hot girls.

He wondered if Pie would like roasted marshmallows.

"Dean," someone called him.

Dean looked up and saw a really hot girl standing there dressed in leather that hugged all the right places. "That's me, sweetheart," he said giving her a lazy grin. "Nice to meet you."

The girl rolled her eyes. "You're not meeting me. You've known me your whole life. Hell, even before -- you were conceived in me after all."

Huh? What is she talking abou- Dean stared at the girl, his mind supplying the girl's probably identity. "Baby?" he asked a little disbelievingly.

Impala smiled and moved to sit beside him. "I knew you'd recognize me. Are those marshmallows?" She casually leaned over Dean, her leather covered body brushing against his arm as she reached for the bag.

Dean swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Yeah."

"Cool." She pulled one out of the bag and put it on the end of a stick, holding it out over the fire. "Oh and the answer is yes," Impala added, giving Dean a sidelong heated glance. "We're totally having sex later."

Dean took it all back. This weirdness wasn't pretty cool. It was awesome.

[ooc: establishy, but open for any who want to wander by and talk to a boy and his car :)]

En Route From Cabins to Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

[puppy_fair]

Okay. So, Zack's uniform was alive. It was alive, and it looked suspiciously like some guy who was wearing Zack's clothing.

And it was chuckling to itself, enjoying the view as it sauntered along behind Zack. Zack, who was clad only in his boxer shorts and clutching a bedsheet, running like a madman from his cabin alcove on his way to the dorms. He had more clothes in the dorms. Zack just needed to get there.

Zack's Uniform supposed he could have gotten the clothing for him, certainly.

But this was far, far more fun.

[Open for anyone who wants to witness the mad dash, of course.]