Aye Aye Campfire, May 28, Sunday Evening

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe sat in front of the campfire, roasting stick with marshmallow in one hand, pen in the other, notebook in her lap.

Every so often, she'd stop, look into the fire, and then start writing again.

After her little glitter mishap this afternoon, she was still covered in glitter. It would make an interesting conversation starter if anybody were to stumble across her here.

Also, there was a bag of marshmallows sitting next to her, and a pile of roasting sticks next to that. S'more makings sat next to the marshmallows. If anybody wanted any, they were free to help themselves.

[OOC: Open for interaction. S'more makings moddable at will. Whatever you'd want on a s'more, it's there.]

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[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim waved. "Hey."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Tim, right?" Bridge says. "I don't think I've actually introduced myself but I've seen you around."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Tim's right." he said. "And you're bridge?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"The one and only... well, sort of."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"So you're one of those that has a double?" tim asked, interested.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, not here in Fandom," Bridge shrugs. "I'm from fifteen years in the future. But I'm sixteen. So, somewhere out there, there's a little tiny me."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Wow." Tim said. "That's weird. I was talking with Paige a few days ago and she advised me not to try to meet myself."