Main Campfire, Monday evening

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude wandered towards the main campfire, wanting to get away from the cabins a bit. He flopped down onto a log, looking uncharacteristically mopey for Jude. One might even say emo if his subculture was not clearly grunge/skater. He is accompanied by a slightly squished bag of non-special brownies and a stick, which he currently using to poke absently at the dirt in front of him, making little patterns and hills and holes.

[[Open, yo.]]

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia wandered up. "Hey, Jude,"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Don't be afraid, take a sad song and make it better . . .

Jude lifted a hand in greeting. "Nadia, bra."

[nadiathesaint]

Oh, good, you did it for me

"What's happening?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Welcome, darlin'.

"Not much." He gestured with his stick in the general vicinity of another log. "Take your coat off, stay a while."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinked, as she was not wearing a coat, just a sweatshirt, but had a seat anyway. "So, did you have any workshops today?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude nodded. "Baking." He held out the bag of brownies. "Behold, the fruits of my labours." He seemed unconcerned if this would take away from his oh-so-evident manliness.

[nadiathesaint]

"Oo! Brownies! Nice. Piper is teaching that one, right?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Jude smiled a bit. "She seemed cool. Didn't spaz when I dropped the eggs and the pecans. And the vanilla. A lot."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim returns from his aimless wandering in the woods, having miraculously not gotten lost.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter wandered up with a large stick in hand and took a seat on a log. He looked rather subdued and was cutting thin rounds off the stick and flicking them into the fire.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Dude," Jude greeted him, his voice less mellow and more emo than normal.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Given that Walter had yet to meet Jude, he had no way of knowing whether it was usual or not. "Walter. And you are?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Jude. Nice ta meetcha, bro."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Likewise." Walter made an effort to be sociable. Why else was he at the main campfire, right? "Where and when are you here from?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Toronto, present day," Jude replied with a shadow of a grin. "What about you, bro?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"London, 1944. It helps to get that out of the way up front."

Upon closer observation, it might be noted that he's cutting incredibly precise rounds off the stick using string or wire feeding out of the rings he wears on all ten fingers.

"Are you here just for the summer, or will you be going to school here in the fall?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude isn't too good with the closer observation. If he noticed at all, he'd assume it was a jackknife in Walter's hand. "Dunno. Depends on what my parents think. Right now it's probably going to be through the fall. At least until I get my marks up enough."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia smiled, though her brow furrowed at the look on his face. "Walter, hey,"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Hey." Walter smiled and went back to disassembling the stick using small lengths of wire stretched between his fingers. "Anything interesting happen today?"

[nadiathesaint]

She shrugged. "I might have declared war on Jamie's cabin, but other than that, not really. You?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I handwavily picked up coffee and milk, but I didn't find any land clam repellent for Pippi." He cocked his head at her declaration of war. "Just you, or did you declare war on behalf of all the squirrels? And why?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Seemed like the thing to do at the time," She kept watching him. "Work go okay?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Nobody came in. Alfred left me on my own. What's a Pokemon and why would Pippi think we needed Pokemon repellent?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Round, stinky, lives in a ball and carried around by a guy with a big red R on his shirt. You're wearing your rings."

Searching the Fire

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim had sat quietly while his mun watched the Alias finale the others talked, not really listening. He was staring at the fire, transfixed almost.

Are you in there?