The Salle, Early Thursday Morning

[puppy_fair]

It was morning! And Arthur had mentioned a while back that Zack needed to get out and actually practise more often, and so Zack had pretty much charted out a day of training for himself, starting here, and then moving on into the preserve later on. He had no classes on Thursday, so why not?

And if he just so happened to be humming under his breath as he ran through some patterns with his sword, it wasn't as though he was thinking much of it, really.

He was Zack. It was normal.

[Up for great SP justice. I want to get some playing in today, dangit.]

Dorm Roof; Thursday Morning

[mauledbyabear.livejournal.com]

Somehow Riggins, Chuck and Emmett all found themselves up on the dorm roof looking over the town. So far it had been a normal morning for all of them. Too bad it wouldn't last long.

"It never gets old, huh?" Chuck asked.

"Nope," Riggins agreed, uncapping the lid to his soda and taking a swig. This is important for later. Just so you know.

Emmett smirked. "It kinda makes you wanna..."

"Break into song?" Chuck finished.

Riggins nodded. "Yep."

[Sure, let's get this one out early]

Son of the Beach A2 & Kitchen, Thursday morning

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was awake and thinking about breakfast, about food, and about... other things. He stretched his arms, plopped his feet on the floor, stood up, and just started singing on the way to the kitchen to cook breakfast, as you do.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong..."

Eggs, pancakes, and music, coming right up.

[Open for cabinmates or anyone who wants to live together with Jack]

Peter and Peter Campfire: Thursday after noon

[defeats-buses.livejournal.com]

Something was going on today. He was singing all the time! It wasn't a bad thing for Edward to do this; he quite loved it! Ah-hah! But it was what he was singing. Songs sprouted up from his mouth and he had no idea where they came from! It was perplexing!

Like the song he began to sing right now!

( And here he had plans to just kick back and roast marshmallows )

[[OOC: Listen, it was stuck in my head, okay? Totally open. ETA: Eeep, going AFK till later this evening!]]

Main Campfire, Thursday afternoon

[hes-aphantom.livejournal.com]

Danny just wanted quiet. He'd thought about buying a roll of duct tape, but it didn't seem like it would stop anything if he decided to sing again.

And there it was, he could feel the music swell up, and he tried to get his hands firmly over his mouth before he could open it, but they were suddenly swept into a white-boy dance as he began to sing once more.
( Lyrics under here, for those of you who've lived under a rock )

As soon as it was over, Danny buried his face in his hands. "Oh my God, I hate today," he muttered, hoping that no one had noticed that.

[DUN HATE, I HAD TO. I thought of it at work and it wouldn't leave me alone! Open to anyone!]

Bitterwoman Campfire [Thursday Evening]

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

It had certainly been an interesting day so far. Joan decided it was very likely to be an interesting evening as well, so she headed out to the firepit in front of her cabin once the sun went down. She got a fire going and leaned back on a log, waiting for more people to join her.



[hold for ocd plz OCD up! Please read the ooc note!]

Campfire of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker [Thursday Evening]

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was not wanting to go far from her cabin tonight, in case something hideously humiliating tried bubbling forth in song. She wanted to keep the option of a strategic retreat open in case it became needed.

Not that the tune she kept singing under her breath as she poked at the fire was high culture, but at least it wasn't some Spice Girls or something equally awful.

Baby look at me
And tell me what you see.
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest.
I got more in me, and you can set it free.
I can catch the moon in my hand,
Don't you know who I am?

Remember my name!
I'm gonna live forever.
I'm gonna learn how to fly!
I feel it coming together,
People will see me and die.
I'm gonna make it to heaven,
Light up the sky like a flame !
I'm gonna live forever,
Baby, remember my name...

This day couldn't be over soon enough.

[OOC: Open campfire, open post. You know you love it...]

Wormhole X-Treme Campfire [Thursday Morning]

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Sleep-singing seemed to work up an appetite. Kyle, always knowing where the food was, managed to put together the makings of a big breakfast. If it was a breakfast food and cookable, chances were he had it. And if not? Well, he was happy to make bacon and eggs for anyone who stopped by. Or a sausage and egg burrito. There was salsa around here somewhere.

Kyle started working on the fire and found himself humming quietly.

[OOC - open to all who want breakfast and/or a song]

Main Campfire, Thursday night

[lovemykilt]

After hours of listening to the kitchen staff at Luke's go through their impromptu concerts (and doing a few of his own), Priestly was up for hearing as many different random bits of music as possible.

It was like a grab bag of different potential earworms. Music overload to get the damned stewpot drums out of his head. . . .

So he was settled in at the main campfire, lying on his back with his eyes closed and just listening as long as he could, before the urge to sing took over again.

[ooc: late, yes, but also open!]