Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Cabin, Friday Night.

[glacial_queen]

Karla put the finishing touches on the party preparation. She was glad she'd given herself extra time to set up; she'd had to do everything by hand. Even most basic Craft was beyond her, other than being able to occasionally call in or vanish small items. How the hell did landens manage? The only way she'd finished on time was because a few females kept deliberately vague to keept the option open, but to avoid modding had shown up and helped.

The only way she was ever drinking the suppression brew again was if it were a life-or-death situation. And depending on whose life-or-death it was, Karla might have to give some serious thought to the matter.

Still, it was done. The counters and scattered tables practically groaned with food and drink (the majority from T&C of course!): fruits, veggies, popcorn, chips, candy, various chocolates, soda, water, juice, Gatorade, wine, vodka, rum, various mixers...The furniture in the living room had been pushed aside for maximum space (it would still be a bit cramped, regardless) and the TV had been set up to play whatever movies folks brought along. Extra pillows and blankets were heaped everywhere, both to use as furniture and in case anyone forgot theirs. There were a few sets of hastily-acquired speakers for people to plug their pod-mabobs and empty3 players into for music, and a small section of the kitchen had been set aside off for experimenting with hair dye and make-up.

And in her room was a small pile of sacks and bags of various kind. All the better for stealing boxers with.

The cabin--and Karla--were about as ready as they'd ever be. Now just to wait for folks to show up.

(Posted early for great SP! Girls only, but all girls invited. Please to be waiting for the OCD up!)

Around the Cabins, Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate Friday Night

[glacial_queen]

The cabins were mostly quiet. It was incredibly late Friday night--technically very early Saturday morning--and by this time, both the most of the righteous and unrighteous had finally found their beds--well, theirs or someone else's.

There was one major exception to this: a group of girls sneaking out of the Wendy the Werewolf Stalker cabin, preparing to go forth and steal boxers. For great justice, and even greater hilarity.

[Open for anyone at the party willing and interested in joining. Again, please wait for the OCD is up. Names and underwear descriptions will be added as I get them.]

The Salle, Friday afternoon

[future_sandworm]

Leto released the blades in the air. He had been neglecting his training, and being a tree hadn't left much opportunity for it either. That meant he also had neglected his students, as he had been unable to show up last week. If they arrived he would at least have some time before that to practise.

Watching the knives spin, his body relaxed but every muscle prepared, Leto felt a lot more alive than he had done in a while.

[Open salle!]

Rumor Gal Campfire, Friday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Shortly after Rangering class, Arthur had made it back to his cabin with some of yesterday's catch firmly in hand. Now, he was outside, by the campfire, one skewer of freshly cleaned rabbit-flesh already in place over the open fire while he busied himself with his knife, getting ready to tackle the second rabbit.

It was of ease to him, and for that he was grateful. Shoving the first rabbit's fur aside where it wouldn't look so out of place, Arthur considered the flames, and thought about...

...Well, the locals would call it lunch.

Lunch was safe and good.

[[ open campfire, sure! ]]

Main Campfire, Friday Afternoon

[vanillajello]

This time, there were marshmallows. Two bags of them, even, so there would be no bitching this time around. Well, at least not about the marshmallows.

There was also a fire.

And Bobby was there too, because Kate thought seeing people would keep him from getting too bored. Kate had also acquired a little red ball for him to play with, although ”playing” seemed to constitute of poking the ball back and forth.

And of course, Kate was there, sipping from a bottle of Coke.


[Ooopen, as these things tend to be.]