Main Campfire - Wednesday Morning

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It was too nice a day to not take advantage of before being cooped up at work all afternoon and evening, Claire decided. Which was why she was out at the main campfire early with breakfast sausages and a huge iron skillet she found that would cook eggs over an open fire.

She was in an excellent mood, now that her boyfriend was no longer puppy-shaped. They had handwavily spent the previous evening snuggling and watching movies.

For now her excellent mood translated into making breakfast for anyone who happened to stop by.



[Open campfire! I know I'm not the only one stuck at work and not off on vacation.]

The Salle - Wednesday, 7/22 - after classes

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...considering that she'd had to deal with an awkward situation she'd thought well over with, ruined EVERYTHING, and had to deal with a dead body all in one day?

Fiona was in the salle. She was away from her books, away from her globe, away from the flowers that she'd nonetheless put in a little vase in her alcove even if she couldn't quite look at them. No, she was in the salle, she was practicing, and since she'd already done the hour of text messaging with Eliot (which had actually started with the question of What Exactly She'd Done with his music yesterday), she was staying away from the phone and hopefully, everyone.

Swords were so much simpler to deal with, after all.

[open, for Fiona, and as a salle is open]

The Preserve Wednesday Afternoon

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Karla stood in front of the Reserves, grinning widely at them. She was doing her best to keep her smile friendly and welcoming, but every so often, her gaze would stray over to the large, covered mound at her feet, and her grin would shade oh-so-slightly towards 'wicked.' "Kiss kiss," she greeted everyone as they noshed on treats and coffee courtesy of J,GOB and the Perk. "Thanks for coming to the Magic Reserves today. If it's your first time here, welcome, and if you've been here before, welcome back."

"So, while our group has the potential to do so much more, the main reason we were organized was to lend magical support during an invasion. Every so often, then, we feel as if we should focus on using powers in combat situations, in order to give you the feel of such things without any of the danger. This way, if--okay, with this island, when we're called upon to defend ourselves and the other people on Fandom, you already have a bit of practice under your belt. So, as I'm sure you've already guessed--today is one of those days." With a flourish worthy of a stage magician, Karla pulled the cloth off of the mound, revealing a pile of paintball guns. Next to them were several stacks of clean, well-worn clothing.

"Today we're going to deal with incoming projectiles," Karla announced. "Feel free to stop the paint any way you like. Burn it, freeze it, use TK to push it aside, shield against it, make the other person feel bad for shooting at you, whatever. Or simply dodge out of the way, hide behind someone else, however you feel most comfortable, with powers or without. The important part is not getting hit. It is paintball, however, so don't worry about hurting anyone. So come on up, grab a paintball gun and something to go over your clothes, and let's begin!"

Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire [Wednesday Evening]

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It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

[open!]

Main Campfire; Wednesday Evening [ 07/22 ]/

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It seemed a quiet night for campfires so far, but Turtle was in too good of a mood to just hang out in her cabin to do things. She got to work on her shooting and play with a trebuchet in class, and what was better than flinging rocks at a castle? Then there was the slumber party on Friday, complete with nefarious plans that would be kept quiet thanks to the cover of her and Valentine doing radio, unless Val decided to be a jerkface and not cooperate. And then there was the date with Zack Saturday. A date. She'd done a complete 180 from where she was at the beginning of the summer and felt happier and more relaxed than she'd felt in what seemed like forever.

So she made a quick trip to the store and dragged back with her all the usual spoils: all the accouterments for s'mores, all the fixin's for hot dogs, and a lot of soda pop in a cooler. Because no matter what, it never got old. Especially since she was an American, dammit. There were, however, some chips and pretzels and donuts in case anyone really was sick of the usual fare.


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