Jujube Campfire; Sunday Afternoon [ 07/18 ].

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Alexander had to admit; he found this cabin thing quite intriguing. In his mind, it was sort of like the school wanted them to experience a variety of different living arrangements and he couldn't help feeling both excited and a little nervous about this one. For though he spent his youth in poverty, it had been in a tower, and then he'd lived his life in a castle, and so a cabin was very quaint and interesting. And to think, sharing it with seven other people! He wasn't sure if he knew any of them yet, but he was sure he'd get to know them.

Right now, though, he felt it was best to try to get the whole rustic feel of everything and enjoy the fresh air. He felt he was taking a risk wearing just his shirtsleeves out, but it was rather hot and it seemed to better suit the situation. Much more comfortable, too, and he'd brought out a book with him, one on Ireland, to crack open and scan through. Nothing had lead him to believe it had anything to do with the Land of the Green Isles yet except its nickname of the Emerald Isle, but maybe he was missing something? He wouldn't know if he didn't check.


[[ open campfire is open! I'm more than halfway through my 11.5 hour workday today, huzzah! ]]

Shooting Range, Sunday Morning

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Everyone else on the island might've been getting teary over the coming and going of ghosts, but Jak hadn't had any to remember, to dream about. Nobody that mattered, at least. But three missions over the course of the past week meant he was in a better mood than usual.

It also meant he was getting in some target practice - if they were going to pick up on the action, he was going to have to make sure he was in the best shape possible to blow up some bad guys.

That logic found him in the shooting range in the morning, Blaster Mod out and burrying yellow-hot fury in the targets. Oh yeah.

[[ open! ]]