Main Campfire [Monday, Early Evening]

[withasword.livejournal.com]

It was sad, but this whole cabin naming theme was a little lost on Kate. Vaguely, distantly she recognized one, maybe two names, knowing them only as some long adrift of the public eye musicians, whose music she probably wouldn't even recognize.

Maybe that was a good thing, because unlike some she wouldn't be stuck humming uncontrollably for the remainder of this half of the summer.

That aside, this all suited her much better than being cooped up in the dorms. If growing up with Voron had done anything for her, it was given her a healthy appreciation of roughing it (not that this really counted). But she could hunt, she could scavenge and most importantly, she could build a decent campfire. That was the one coming in useful today.

In a rare bout of social awareness, she chose the central campfire for this, stacked her wood and kindling and waited for the fire to take. In the meantime she was drawing crude representations of creatures she'd seen in the Almanac in the dirt at her feet and trying to remember details. There was no reason she couldn't keep her knowledge sharp while she was out here.

[[Open campfire, ofc.]]

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[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

Luke was way used to cabin life, but he really hated the loss of privacy after he had gotten used to the whole "only having one roommate" thing over the year. He wasn't looking to spend much time in the cabin so he dumped what little he brought from the dorms onto his bed (claiming the top bunk, sorry Percy) and immediately left to get some fresh air.

His search for something to do led him to the nearest campfire. "Oh good. You saved me the hassle of starting a fire myself."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"My sole purpose in life," Kate joked idly, scratching out her latest doodle. Oh, sometimes she wished.

"You'll have to supply your own food, though." That was the part she'd failed on here.

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

"That is not going to be a problem," Luke said, even though he didn't have anything on him at the moment. "Though I am slightly disappointed that you didn't manage to bring anything."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"I'm cheap," she told him, completely honestly and shrugged, "And broke." More to the point. If she'd had the money to spend on food, she probably would've shared. "Sorry."

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

"Oh that's all right. I understand cheap and broke." That's why he stole everything. "As a tip though, the cabin kitchens are always stocked with s'more stuff. Just go easy on it because after three weeks in the cabins you'll never want to see another s'more again."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"Never had them," Kate had to admit, leaning back on her palms. "But I've heard of them." Graham crackers were a thing of the distant past.

"Next time, huh?"

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

"Well I can provide s'more ingredients now, if you want," Luke said, taking a seat on the ground and leaning against a log. "But it's going to require some showing off. Just warning you."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"Planning to backflip your way to a cabin?" It didn't honestly look like he was going anywhere.

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

"Now that is too much showing off, even for me." Not that Kate knew what kind of showoff Luke was. "I was just gonna use my god given powers of food get-a-bility."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"So we're really doing the whole camping thing, down to actual campfires."

Ramona hadn't actually believed it, but when she'd seen her alcove (and thrown her duffel bag on her bed before swiftly leaving the cabin) she'd had to admit there was a certain rustic charm. She wasn't exactly...against the whole camping thing. She just wasn't used to it. Like, at all. She smiled slightly as she approached Kate's fire, finding herself a seat.

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"We have full on cabins," Kate pointed out. Cabins with electricity and hot and cold running water and heating. "It's not exactly going the whole way even with a campfire."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Close enough for discomfort," Ramona said, a little wry. "But I shouldn't complain or someone'll make us live in tents next time, right?"

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Kate released a short laugh. This was an improvement on many places she'd lived already. "I'll keep this," she decided. "Less likely to cave in on me in a strong wind."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"Or get soggy if the weather goes back to how it's been," Ramona added, glancing skyward suspiciously. "I'm getting a little sick of playing musical chairs with our island, here."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"This over the last place." Less rain, less robots, less... city. She also thought she could probably get away with carrying a sword with a minimum of worried glances.

"I haven't really been out there," she admitted. "But it all looks very 'pistols at dawn'."

[dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com]

"I feel like I probably own the wrong kind of leather," Ramona said with a nod of agreement. "I should get some spurs for my Doc Martens."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't believe the number of people back home who actually wear those." It seemed inherently dangerous to stick spikes on yourself, and Kate was of the school that these people deserved to be mocked and mocked hard.

"Those and capes. Because that's going to make you look hard. Obviously."

[andthemoralis.livejournal.com]

Stan nodded over at her in lieu of an actual greeting. "An actual fire? Going all out here, aren't they?"

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"And I didn't have to sign a shit load of health and safety forms to light it." Which was practically a miracle. Schools seemed to be full of that. She'd had to sign a billion forms stating her responsibility for her own safety at the Order but here... nothing.

"Marshmallow?" What? Just because Luke had popped them into existence, didn't mean she couldn't share now she was holding them.

[andthemoralis.livejournal.com]

"Awesome." Hey, Stan was easy when it came to free food. "Yeah, this school seems pretty relaxed about that crap."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"If they tried, it would end up right in that fire," Kate assured him, leaning over to offer the packet. "Perfect flame fodder." So long as you tucked it under a log so it didn't blow all over the camp, anyway.

[andthemoralis.livejournal.com]

"They're also pretty relaxed on normal classes," Stan added, taking the bag. Mmmm. Marshmallowy goodness. "Which is nice, but I can't help but wonder when that other shoe is going to drop."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"Just waiting for someone to jump you with a trig textbook?" Kate had never been to a school where that'd been a requirement, but knew well enough what classes had been the norm before the shift.

[andthemoralis.livejournal.com]

"It could happen," Stan replied seriously. Because, um. Yeah. "This place is kinda not normal for a school."

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Kate huffed a laugh. "I've never been to normal. I don't think normal would take to me." Or her to it, for that matter.