Main campfire [lunchtime]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla wasn't much for sunlight or nature or any of that crap, but sitting by the firepit at lunch was a good way to get a look at the cute boys that wandered through camp.

The dress she was wearing wasn't exactly cut out for lounging on logs, for God's sake, so she took a drag on her cigarette and hoped that someone would come along to make this whole exercise worth it.

[OOC: she haaaaates me.]

The trebuchet on the campgrounds, Friday afternoon

[notmyownage]

Claudia was feeling weirdly restless after class, today. Pacing back and forth in her cabin restless. All she had lying around were, like, chemicals and books. She was so not in the mood to read anything, and you know, when you got down to it, those chemicals just kinda took up space and smelled funky. They were probably an affront to the island gods. She gathered it all up, books, jars of minerals, even her bunsen burner, lugged them outside, and dropped them in the trash, then went to burn off some excess energy.

Which would be why she was out dismantling the trebuchet.

With a sledge hammer.

[ooc: oh but she's gonna hate me for this in the morning. Open.]

Steps of Weeping Angel Campfire, Friday Afternoon

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

A small pile of daisy chains was growing by Makita's bare feet as she sang, her clear voice strong and cheerful.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Another flower necklace joined the pile, and she started in on weaving some tiger lilies together while she started her next song.

He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.

Her Papa would be so proud!

[OOC: Open, with the disclaimer that I work Job #2 tonight, and may not be able to tag after 5pm CST]

In front of Land Shark cabin, Friday Afternoon

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall clutched a bouquet of roses to his breast and got down on one knee in front of Rinoa's door. He took a deep breath, and began belting his declaration of love to the heavens.

( (cut to save your eyes from the extreme cheesiness) )

[For one in particular, but open for gawkers.]

6th Floor Common Area, Friday Evening [Puck's birthday party!]

[vanillajello]

Tonight, the sixth floor common room was the site of a tea party in honor of Puck's 17th birthday.

Kate had been slaving away (although without complaining about it) most of the day in preparation for the party, baking sweet things to eat, selecting the appropriate classical music to be played in the background, and making sure the white tablecloths were immaculate.

And they were. Kate was sure a fine young man such as Puck would approve.

[ooc: Wait for the OCD up, have at! Up early for your SP convenience.]

Shooting Range, Friday evening

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

If there was anything Bruce loved more than the feel of a M1911 single action, semi-automatic pistol in his hand, it was the sound the gun made when it went off. He was filling paper targets full of hot lead, sheet after sheet, for a period of time that felt like something between "forever" and "not long enough." Really, he almost wished this gun was a woman, so he could take it out on a few dates, meet its parents, get married, and raise a family. Their son would be named Bullet and their daughter would be named Sunshine, because bullets and sunshine were two things Bruce loved nearly as much as firing this beautiful gun.

They would also have a dog named Fluffy.

But none of that was possible, so Bruce was just going to continue to enjoy himself on the shooting range.

[OOC: The range is open!]