Main campfire [afternoon]

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Glancing up occasionally to make sure the clouds didn't turn to rain and ruin her letter, Rilla leaned her back against a log and finished up her weekly correspondence to her brother Walter.

She hadn't tried to light a fire, but she had brought out some strawberries to share if anyone passed by.

Middle of the camp, Friday after classes

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Claudia was sitting propped against the trebuchet-in-progress, surrounded by sheets of paper held down with rocks, with a notebook perched on her knees.

Some of the papers had diagrams of potential finished trebuchet. Some had calculations regarding the probable velocity and forces acting upon anything flung from the potential finished trebuchet. Some of them . . . regarded something else entirely. Something about a very large compass, and accounting for inertia and the rotation of the Earth. Those were the ones she was poking at, now.

It was best not to ask, really.

[ooc: I'm drowning in documents! Save me with distractions of an RP kind?]

Main Campfire [evening]

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So, yeah, Puck was a little on the tipsy side. He'd gotten drunk in his alcove, though, like a person who didn't want to get in trouble.

Such an occasion, of course, called for fire. Sadly this was pretty typical back in Lima, too, where there weren't even firepits. On the bright side, that meant he was able to light a fire pretty effectively.

And now he had a bag of procured marshmallows, which, okay, he'd toast. But more importantly, he'd found a box of Peeps left over from Easter and was meticulously shooting them, throwing them, launching them and otherwise flinging them into the fire to make them alternately blow up or melt. So far, more were melting than blowing up, really, but if it worked in a microwave, Puck was sure it had to work even better in a fire.

[oooopen yes.]