LBJ Campfire, Thursday Night

[likethegun]

Sometime during the day, Sam had come to a sad realization - he hadn't had nearly enough s'mores for the amount of time they'd been out at the cabins. When the evening rolled around and the sun finally went down, he lit the cabin's campfire and set himself up with all the necessary supplies, to cook for himself and for anyone else who sat down.

It wasn't long before he figured out that his marshmallow roasting stick was also good for keeping tiny moose away from the fire. It was kind of amazing how this place still found ways to weird him out, even after all this time.

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[icecoldfrost]

"Oh good. And here I'd always heard boarding school was dull," Emma sighed. "Although god knows some of the teachers are insane. Did you know they hired midgets as instructors?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"They've also hired a man who wears his pajamas around during the day and a woman so old that I think she drinks the blood of virgins to sustain herself," Chuck said. "You get used to it."

[icecoldfrost]

"The one that looks like the inbred spawn of a clown and a mime?" Emma asked. "I met him. That man is beyond annoying. He seems to think he knows me."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"He claims to know a lot of people," Chuck said. "The only reason he doesn't go after me too bad is because we've both got deep voices."

Chuck paused.

"He's insane."

[icecoldfrost]

"And they let him around impressionable children." Emma shook her head sadly. "Really, they'll only have themselves to blame when we start acting out. Look at our role models."