The Stables, Monday Later Afternoon

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With a few packs full of Arthur's things--and his own, of course--Merlin had only the animals left. Hopefully Owain would remember him enough to not attack. That owl was vicious, alright? Vicious.

He loaded the horses before texting to see if anyone was still around. Was it another one of those odd time differences? Oh god, was this years in the future?

What if people he knew were all old?

[Done spamming! Oooopen and if you think you got a text, you diiid.]]

Zombie Campfire; Monday Evening [ 05/24 ].

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Ariel supposed that perhaps she should be trying to track down Scuttle for some good advice on how she should act on her date later on this week; it was, after all, very important and, optimist that she was, Ariel was fairly certain that meant she'd be able to speak again on Friday.

Which was all very exciting, but Ariel also had the attention span of a shrimp sometimes, especially when there was so much to distract her.

Currently, it was the fireplace outside the cabin. Ariel was crouched down in front of it, moving logs, shifting through it, examining it with great curiousity.

But, for the life of her, she just couldn't figure out what made a fire and how did it...what's the word?

Burn.


[[ open campfire is...what do you call it? Oh! Open! ]]

Main Campfire [Monday evening]

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Sookie loved summer. And while it wasn't really summer yet, it was close enough.

The one thing that she didn't really love about summer was the cabins. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy being around her classmates in close quarters. It was that there were certain disadvantages to her telepathy, and those were amplified in close proximity. There were certain members of her cabin in particular who were -- ahem, very loud broadcasters, so it was little wonder that only the second night of being in the cabins found Sookie outside at the main campfire, having taken some preventative ibuprofen.

Granted, there was some niceness to being outside, too -- she loved being outdoors, and even if it was a bit brisk, that only meant that the fire wasn't oppressive. So she got a bunch of hot dogs and marshmallows and IDK other things you can roast on a stick, mod away and set up at the main campfire, hoping to draw in some company that she could at least block out more effectively out here.

[bored. entertain meeeee.]