Son of the Beach Campfire, Thursday Afternoon

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Jack was absently poking at the campfire, debating on starting a fire and cooking some hotdogs or to wander back into town for more food. It was like he was waiting for a sign, for something to happen.

[come pester Mulletboy!]

Ninth Hell Campfire, Thursday Morning

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There was a boy tending the fire at Ninth Hell; he'd been there since the early morning, and the flames had kept him comfortable while he went through the notes he'd made on the latest Formic data. And the colonies, of course. Ender was starting to track which colonies went were as fervently as his Battle School colleagues were charting the wars at home.

His head was just in the stars.

Beyond his laptop, though, he'd brought a package of sausages with him to serve as breakfast, and he'd put some on a skewer and put them over the fire while he worked.

[[ open as a campfire is ]]

Rumor Gal Campfire; Thursday Evening

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While he was getting pretty damn tired of the whole cabin thing, Chuck would have been stupid not to take advantage of an already lit fire and the new bag of marshmallows he found in the kitchen. He wasn't quite sure who kept buying the marshmallows but Zefron bless them.

Joint in his left hand, Chuck tried his hand at trying to flick marshmallows in the air with his right and catching them in his mouth. Turns out he had a talent for it.

[Mmm my hangover is finally subsiding. Ooooopen, of course]