Main Campfire, Early Monday Morning

[lockestheway]

A day after Fandom's arrival in Arkham Reservoir, something changed.

It started with the water underneath Fandom's rocky base. Shortly after night had set in, something pushed itself upwards, displacing rock and earth and mud on its way. It cracked the surface within minutes, splitting the main campfire apart. Water spilled forth from the newly-created gash, leaving behind a shallow pool.

It wasn't much. It could have been caused by the rain. Except the fissure that had spilled it was visible right beneath the surface, and with it, this most peculiar piece of meteor, of a color somewhat hard to define.

( In the morning, various members of the administration assembled to assess the damage. )

[[ the main campfire has now been roped off from the public. feel free to ping in with reactions/curious chattering among students/etcetera ]]

Third Floor Common Room | Monday Afternoon

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

Miley was maybe missing the cabins already. It just didn't seem fair that they had to move right when they'd finally gotten to a good temperature! But then again, that meant she didn't have to be around a bunch of cranky (but cute!) boys anymore, so it wasn't a total loss.

Still, her cabin nostalgia manifested itself when she marched right up to the common room, groceries in hand, and got started on making some catfish stew. It differed from the recipe in that she left the eyeballs in. They were the best part!

...Thank you for today's class, Alistair. All that cooking had made her want to make... this. Enjoy the smell of fish on the third floor, everyone.

[[Open common room!]]

2nd floor common room ; monday evening

[necroslacker]

Sam didn't know why they'd suddenly been shuffled back to the dorms but he didn't really care that much either. Yeah, he'd heard the announcement and yeah, there was some stone out there but the announcement had sounded like the ramblings of some insane guy, really. Sam actually preferred the dorms because the beds were the bigger, there were doors instead of curtains and it was less likely that he'd trip over someone in the living room if he staggered out there half asleep.

Sam was taking the homecoming to the dorms very seriously as evidenced by his lazy sprawl on one of the couches, watching a movie that he already hated for reasons maybe two people would get. He hadn't changed the channel because he wanted to see just how much he'd end up hating it.

The Chinese food he'd gotten himself (he'd gone with vegetarian selections, of course) was helping his anger at the movie but he was still muttering at the television every so often.

He was way too sensitive for a necromancer.

[Common room is open and the movie is awful. Trust me, I've seen it.]