Main Campfire | Afternoon | Sunday | June 12

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Nathan wasn't smoking today. Nathan wasn't drinking or rolling a joint or doing anything illegal that would have gotten him arrested if he didn't live on an insane fucking island where crime seemed to be embraced or, at least, tolerated.

No, Nathan was standing up the lit campfire (it might have been too warm for that but what the hell, he wanted to use his lighter for something) and texting back and forth with Alisha. Why Alisha, he didn't know but she'd been the one who returned his first text.

Of course, the subject of their conversation wasn't very, well, normal. Proving that Alisha really didn't think of Nathan as a friend, she was actually texting him with challenges of jumping into the fire and testing out how long he could last if he avoided the whole stop, drop and roll thing. Nathan kept threatening to take that dare but man, that fire looked really fucking hot.

And then Alisha was calling him names, questioning his masculinity and telling him she was going to tell everyone else that he couldn't even stand a little heat. Nathan wondered what he'd get if he did take the dare, Alisha said she'd let him touch her and go with it and now Nathan was...still staring at the fire.

It just looked really fucking hot.

[Campfire's open and no, he is not going into the fire, I promise. Way too hot.]

Around the Cabins, Sunday Afternoon

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Today Wesley felt like being outside. He didn't much mind where exactly, which was why he ended up wandering around the campgrounds, weaving between cabins in search of something to do. It had been a little while since he'd managed to get himself up and about, but today was the day and he was eager to make good use of it. The weather was nice and there was social interaction to be had.

Antsy? Him? Not at all.

[[oooopen!]]

Menudo Campfire, Sunday Evening

[longislandiceme]

Right, so. Bobby was clearly making up for lost campfire time by following Alex's example from the other day and dragging just about every sort of camping-related food out to the campfire. He may be somewhat hopeless in the kitchen (well, even that wasn't entirely true- he could make a passable cupcake so long as no fish or other disgusting ingredients snuck in) but he could roast a mean marshmallow, damnit.

[ooc: OPEN LIKE A CAMPFIRE.]