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!]

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[therewaslife]

"A graveyard," he said easily. "I lived there for nearly fifteen years."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Are you alive?" he asked, instantly closing himself down and withdrawing into a combat-ready stance, if not actually moving much.

James had not fancied encounters of a dangerous manner on this small, almost idyllic island, but there were many creatures out there that would be fatal to underestimate. There were Black Slayers, those who had served their evil masters unto death, and beyond.