Main campfire, Saturday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia leaned back against one of the logs around the main campfire site, though there was no campfire lit at the moment, because, hey, day time. She had her guitar in her lap and was working on the fingering for U2's "One" . . . and admiring the camp's newest flag on the flag pole: a lovely pair of linen legging style underpants. She wondered when Principal Washburn would find her presents.

And the radio hadn't reported a damned thing.

In celebration, she had a box of donuts from J,GoB, perfect for sharing with other underwear-flag admirers.

It was good to be a squirrel.

[ooc: open for interaction. Come on over, have donuts, and salute English Peter's shorts.]

Comments

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure there are. You might want to bring a camera if you have one. You never know what you might find." Walter would definitely be bringing his.

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"Unfortunately I'm still cameraless, so no photo-taking for me. I really ought to fix that problem soon."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You should. That way, when you go home, you'll be able to prove some of the insane stories you have to tell about this place."

Walter stood up and brushed off his trousers. "I'm going to go get ready. We're going to pack lunches, so it's off to the dining hall for me to see if there's anything available that's portable. I think sticking meckeroi und cheeze-a in my pocket would be a bad idea."

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Alphonse chuckled. "You're very right about that. No one would believe me if I told them about pretty much everything that happens here." When Walter got up, he nodded, "Okay, that's a good idea. I'll see if I can gather anything up myself."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant. I'll meet you at Squirrel cabin. (http://walter-n-wires.livejournal.com/26615.html?view=366071#t366071)"