Main Campfire | Afternoon | Sunday | May 23

[therewaslife]

The cabins were a bit of a change. Bod wouldn't necessarily call them a bad change but they were going to take some getting used to. He still had his own space and his privacy but it was lessened now and he'd have to remember that. After doing some unpacking, he'd wandered out to main campfire and taken a seat, taking advantage of the overcast day. He really didn't need to end up sunburned on the first day even if he knew about Karla's sunburn salves now.

So, he was out there now, a book resting on one bent knee and back against one of the logs. He knew it wasn't much of a change from what he tended to do on quiet days but Bod saw no reason that a change in setting would mean a change in routine.

[Oooh, a campfire post! Open, of course!]

Comments

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

Denise waved a hand. "Goth girl," she repeated, "Movie producers don't know subcultures. And yeah. Sure. As long as you don't bang anyone."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda winced thoughtfully. "Hmm, those are my choices?"

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

"Movie logic commands it," she said, shrugging.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Darn movie logic." Well the prospects at the moment were slim so; "Guess I'll go ahead and get the good lines then."

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

"I would've gone for the banging," Denise said, idly. "Who are you anyway? Not that I care."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't an easy decision. I'm Leda. I no longer care who you are either."