Funkytown Zoo campfire, Sunday afternoon

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Mira felt that she'd been dealing with Fandom pretty well so far. She hadn't freaked out about anything, she attended her classes, she did everything without much (if any) griping.

And then she saw her bouncy castle. Somehow, the seal was the most ridiculous part of it. "I'm not going on there. Not without a substantial bribe."

For the time being, she took the bag she had brought down from the dorms with her, set it on the ground near the campfire, and decided to use that as a seat while she lit the fire and tried not to look at the tiny elephant on the castle.

[OOC: It's a lazy Sunday and I failed to wake up in the late afternoon, so I'm posting a bunch instead.]

Tiger Blood Campfire, Sunday Afternoon

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Natalie was pacing around the firepit outside her bouncy castle. In a slightly ill-fitting 1920s style frock. This had not even remotely been her plan for the afternoon. But plans changed, especially when Fandom got involved.

Like she'd intended to, Natalie had brought her stuff over to the campsite early. Then she'd gone back to the dorms and gotten Mr. Moxy, and brought him with her into town. The plan had been to let him roam around the Boards for awhile, while she met up with Jim there to fulfill her promise of a private piano concert of a sort. But of course, they'd gotten there early, before Jim. And of course, Mox had chased out a gremlin from somewhere behind a curtain, and before she'd known it, it had stuck its venomy teeth right into her calf.

So long story short, now she thought her name was Myrtle, and she was pacing around the firepit outside the bouncy castle, in a slightly ill-fitting 1920s style frock which she'd grabbed from the costume racks at the Boards before coming here (and a flapper-ish headband, and some nice red lipstick), and was wringing her hands because she'd promised her boss, Mr. Moxy of Moxy Pictures (... who was still roaming the Boards, whoops), that she would acquire the refreshments for tonight's party in honor of Mr. Fairbanks, and she was waiting for her supplier to show up.

"Come on, Jack."

[ooc: Open! And up early for timezones and stuff. Nat now thinks she's more or less Myrtle, a Prohibition era Hollywood secretary from the short film Bitter Orange. Starring her PB opposite Alec's 20-year reunion PB. So we had to do something with that. Also, the Boards and Jim both modded with kind permission.]