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Lucille had, like everyone else, woken up this morning without memories. This was strange, and obviously disturbing, and as the only things she could find in her strange home, apart from clothes, were two romantic novels, a collection of poetry and a phone, she had packed these in a small bag and left, hoping that the world outside would make things clearer.

It hadn't, which was why she was now sitting in front of a burnt out campfire, reading a novel called The Rose of Orlais.

[Open!]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Johnny wasn't minding yurt life too much, but he did have to admit that he was kind of out of his groove. Between regular trips back to New York ~~as an excuse for mun absence, ahem~~ and just generally not being as social as usual, he felt like he needed to do something to get his groove back.

So he grabbed some marshmallows and a crude, quickly made sign. The marshmallows were for roasting (something he did in his hand but others might do on the campfire). The sign was for posting.

It read:
Summer is Half Over!
Let's Remember the First Half Fondly!
Saturday Night!
6th Floor Common Room Party!!

With that job done, Johnny got back to roasting the marshmallows in his hands. He was definitely a city kid, but fire codes generally frowned on doing stuff like this, so the outdoors had their delicious silver linings.

[OOC: Open, naturally. And let this serve as a reminder of the party this weekend ahead of Not-So-Final Destination!]

arsenicmauls

Sitting by a fire-less campfire with one's hair in a shower cap and a half-eaten bag of unroasted marshmallows resting on one's sleeping dinosaur's stomach as she snoozed between two logs probably wasn't a very typical "camping" thing to do, but Gert was a city kid, so cut her a little slack.

Or, in other words: Gert didn't really want the aggravation, excessive heat and mosquitos that actually lighting the campfire would provide, but no way was she sitting in that bouncy castle all evening, so here she was. She had a book to read, something about Greek mythology, and all in all, she was enjoying the quiet evening about as much as Gert ever enjoyed anything. She'd give this an A-, Fandom.

[[Open! Give me something to do besides whimper at the movies I refuse to download, please.]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

With everything going the way it was, Jessica felt okay with the thought of heading over to the main campfire and getting away from her see-through bouncy castle for a little bit. Okay, granted, she was just as visible here as she would have been in there, but at least here she wasn't technically indoors.

Well, in-flaps.

With that in mind, she had marshmallows for burning just because it was kind of therapeutic to watch. Maybe there were some marshmallows for eating, too, if she got hungry enough. But for now, she was mostly just letting them melt off the stick and into the fire.

(And then she wondered who was responsible for cleaning the campfires when they weren't lit. Probably Fosse. He could theoretically do it while they were lit, too, though. And yes, she was going to keep thinking about things like this while those marshmallows burned. It was fun.)

[OOC: Open campfire, naturally.]

flickofthewrist

Flick was staying away from his bouncy castle. He hadn't slept in there yet and he wasn't planning on starting anytime soon. He'd go back to the dorms or he'd find a couch somewhere or he'd sleep on the ground.

But, dislike of sleeping arrangements aside, Flick didn't mind the campsite. He'd never been camping as a kid unless hiding out in a closet with Jude counted. Flick knew it didn't. His family wasn't one for rustic family vacations and he was guessing he'd missed out on some right of passage. Oh well. He'd grown up just fine.

Yeah, that was a joke.

It was too warm to build a fire but Flick was sitting against one of the logs anyway. With the sun going down, it was cooler than it had been, at least. It was comfortable and Flick had his eyes closed. During class today, they'd talked about seeking out silence and Flick was glad that it wasn't silent here.

He'd thought of Lucas earlier today and couldn't get the boy's ashen face out of his head. The silence would have made it worse. At least with the noise, he could get distracted momentarily and stop thinking about Lucas.

[Open post]

robinonadderall

Stiles knew he was going to be forced to run at some point this weekend so he decided to counteract that dreaded exercise by shoving as many marshmallows as he possibly could into his face right now. He wasn't at his own campfire because he really wasn't trying to be around Jackson more than he already had to be. Their nightly accidental cuddles was more than enough quality time, thank you.

Since he was Stiles and couldn't be content with just enjoying the scenery, he was multitasking by texting people while he was sticking marshmallows into the fire. Which led to some problems. "Oh, oh shit--"

Another flaming marshmallow sailed across the campfire as Stiles tried to put it out by flinging the stick around. There were several stuck to the tree directly across from him.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica checked the news back home earlier. Apparently the remaining Ultimates were being hunted, with three arrested in California while Tony Stark and Thor continued making life difficult for SHIELD. The Secretary of Energy was the new President. And everyone was scared of what Reed Richards might do next.

And Jessica was here. If she was still a little bit emo, well, at least that was an improvement. Class helped. A little run as Spider-Woman last night helped. Getting a cheap cell phone and spamming any number she could think of that Nick Fury might use with texts helped. Texting Tony Stark and being told that she should stay where she was because he was planning something completely idiotic... well, that didn't help at all because she felt she should be there.

But marshmallows helped a bit. So screw it, she was going to roast marshmallows - eating some, letting others turn into horrifying black goo at the bottom of the fire - until she either felt much, much better or eventually ate so many that she felt much, much worse. Either way, she had more then enough marshmallows to accomplish it and she was going for the gold.

[OOC: My favorite part of cooking marshmallows is letting them burn in the middle of the fire. I'm a pyromaniac against sugar. Open.]

solarhippie

Unlike some other people, Karolina hadn't really had a problem with neither the tent living or the weather. She figured the first was because she'd gotten used to being in close quarters with people at the Hostel. And maybe the second part had to do with... well, her Majesdanian physiology, or something. The sun did power her up, after all.

Plus it had been a great excuse to spend a lot of the last week on the beach.

In any case, she wasn't in a hurry to get back to the dorms yet. She sat by the campfire – unlit, of course – eating a homemade granola bar for breakfast. A fuller meal would have to wait until she got back to the dorms and got cooking.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

notconflicted

As princesses went, Sia wasn't really that spoiled. That didn't mean she was a fan of the tents. She'd camp if she had to, but sharing a tent with three other people was a bit much. She was happy to get out of said tent for a while, even if the only place she could think to go to was the main campfire.

She didn't know where the marshmallows she found there came from- maybe they'd been left behind by someone, or put there by squirrels in order to get conversation going- but she'd decided that she could try roasting one over the fire. That seemed to be what people did, and she should probably try to fit in.

She was also learning that not setting them on fire was more difficult than expected.

[Open campfire is open!]

3girls-1core.livejournal.com

Sholeh was dealing fairly well with the cabins. She was used to sharing close quarters, even if normally it was just with her sisters. Never being alone made for usual ideas about space and privacy. Sharing a tent with a swan--though Lucrezia was a very well-behaved and gentle swan--was something new entirely.

And so were s'mores. Tasty, tasty s'mores.

The light from the campfire was bright enough to read by, and Sholeh was alternating between making s'mores for herself and feeding Lucrezia strips of bread.

suitably_heroic

You know, Atton had been happy to say goodbye to communal living when he came here (the single room was an extra plus). Being back in the middle of it had not been treating him all that kindly.

Not that he couldn't cope. It was just annoying. Sleeping in one tent with a Force sensitive wasn't making it any easier, either.

So, yeah, he was going to get out of his tent whenever possible. Crash down by the side of the fire. Maybe get some food going the way he'd learned a long time ago, back during the wars. Anything was good if you put it on a skewer and held it over a fire.

He was quickly developing a shine towards these hot dog sausages. Got a whole pack of them and everything.

[[ open! ]]

catchmeifyoucan.livejournal.com

Today? Today Frank was having his first experience really trying to make the wilderness work for him. That's right: he was attempting to make food over a campfire.

Now, some people might use a campfire to toast marshmallows, but some people weren't very creative. Frank here had an array of sandwich ingredients -- fancy ones, like apple slices and bacon and some brie -- and he was attempting to toast a panini. Surely that couldn't be too hard, right?

"Ow!"

Okay, it was a little hard, but he would manage.

[[campfire is open and delicious panini smell is wafting!]]

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

For the life of him, Dave couldn't find where his tent was supposed to be. He spent a while looking and for the life of him, he just couldn't find it. Eventually Dave had to give up and made his way to the main campfire, figuring that maybe somebody could point him in the direction of Nonexis Te...

Oh. He just got the irony.

Well, whether they worked as payment for somebody who could point him toward his tent or to help him deal with the thought that his tent might be a cruel joke at his expense, Dave had the basic materials for S'mores. And dammit, he was making some.

[OOC: I promised

rilla_myrilla I'd post something like this when the tents were announced. Because of course I did. Campfire is open!

And as far as I know, Nonexis Tent does exist. Dave just can't find it.]

lockestheway

A day after Fandom's arrival in Arkham Reservoir, something changed.

It started with the water underneath Fandom's rocky base. Shortly after night had set in, something pushed itself upwards, displacing rock and earth and mud on its way. It cracked the surface within minutes, splitting the main campfire apart. Water spilled forth from the newly-created gash, leaving behind a shallow pool.

It wasn't much. It could have been caused by the rain. Except the fissure that had spilled it was visible right beneath the surface, and with it, this most peculiar piece of meteor, of a color somewhat hard to define.

( In the morning, various members of the administration assembled to assess the damage. )

[[ the main campfire has now been roped off from the public. feel free to ping in with reactions/curious chattering among students/etcetera ]]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Yes, it was ridiculous to be outside in this weather. Yet all the same, Miley bundled up in her new winter coat (the product of a collaborative shopping effort between her and Lilly; it had depended upon the use of Skype on their zPhones as Lilly wandered around the only store in Atlanta to have started the winter collection this early). Armed with the coat and various other winter accessories she had not imagined having to use this early, not to mention her trusty Uggs, Miley brought a cup of her father's famous loco hot cocoa out to the campfire and got started roasting marshmallows.

Freezing or not, she was still camping, and Miley could put aside her body temperature in favor of a return to country living.

[[I know this is a long shot, but if LJ cooperates, open!]]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Wesley somehow managed to make it all the way out to the campfire before he saw -- it. A cluster of enormous metal spiders. And on top of that, they all appeared to be trying to roast marshmallows over the fire.

He shrieked -- in a completely manly way, of course -- and suddenly felt incredibly grateful that he had never quite broken the habit of carrying a knife around with him, just in case. He had to hop around a bit to get it out of his shoe, but then he had it in hand and, with a battle cry that he certainly thought would sound fearsome, leapt forward and went after the little metal buggers.

Dear lord, they were tough.

[[Open campfire filled with moddable spiders, hooray!]]

stars_and_money

Jeremy was failing at tradition. He was sitting by the main campfire, yet didn't have the makings of s'mores, nor did he have an actual campfire going. And that was a good thing. No one wanted Jeremy Darling to be the sole person watching over an open fire. No one averse to the accidental incineration of the cabins, at least.

He did, however, have a box of specially made mimosa cupcakes from J,GoB, because he'd been wanting to have some since Monday. He was blaming his sister for the craving. Not that it was a harsh kind of blame, because the cupcakes were delicious, and just the right thing to snack on while sitting back and relaxing.

Screw traditions. He'd had a weird enough couple of weeks to rather do things his way.

[ooc: Open post!]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan wasn't smoking today. Nathan wasn't drinking or rolling a joint or doing anything illegal that would have gotten him arrested if he didn't live on an insane fucking island where crime seemed to be embraced or, at least, tolerated.

No, Nathan was standing up the lit campfire (it might have been too warm for that but what the hell, he wanted to use his lighter for something) and texting back and forth with Alisha. Why Alisha, he didn't know but she'd been the one who returned his first text.

Of course, the subject of their conversation wasn't very, well, normal. Proving that Alisha really didn't think of Nathan as a friend, she was actually texting him with challenges of jumping into the fire and testing out how long he could last if he avoided the whole stop, drop and roll thing. Nathan kept threatening to take that dare but man, that fire looked really fucking hot.

And then Alisha was calling him names, questioning his masculinity and telling him she was going to tell everyone else that he couldn't even stand a little heat. Nathan wondered what he'd get if he did take the dare, Alisha said she'd let him touch her and go with it and now Nathan was...still staring at the fire.

It just looked really fucking hot.

[Campfire's open and no, he is not going into the fire, I promise. Way too hot.]

Current Mood: contemplative

lockestheway

Peter had actually gotten up a hell of a lot earlier that morning (to talk to Val about their strategies for tomorrow's essays, obviously) but since it was a Saturday, he had a hunch the other students would still be in their nests. He didn't make it out for breakfast - or really, brunch - until noon as a result, and walked the extra few feet to the main campfire just to keep things even.

He lit up the campfire with a brief thought towards little firebug Val, tossed a bag of marshmallows aside, and began to pry open the plastic packaging on a bunch of hotdogs. Combined with the buns, he'd be having brunch just fine, thanks, and might draw out some of the more interesting people around here.

[[ open! ]]

godofxbox

Now that Alex was back to being a real ~~boy~~ god, he wanted to resume the interrupted process of getting to know his fellow campers. And he'd never really done the sitting around a campfire singing songs or whatever thing before. Yes, he'd cooked things over a fire before, but that had been, like, antelope while he and his dad had been in Africa. So, once he'd recovered his stuff from the dorms, he'd tromped into town and bought an assortment of things that went on sticks and got thrust over a campfire (enough to share around, of course), and was currently attempting to fashion some sort of method to cook a Pop-Tart over the fire.

If that failed, he could always make an entire meal out of S'Mores. Maybe he'd eat a hot dog, too, then he'd have all the major campfire food groups, right?

((Open campfire is so very open!))

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

It being a Wednesday with very little to do but plenty of exploring and treasure hunting and trying to hunt down that Jim for her overdue ride on his surfboard, Ariel slept in and then, when she woke up late that morning, got out of bed, stretched, showered, and then headed out to the main campfire. Under one arm was a bunch of marshmallows; the other held some graham crackers and chocolate bars, and she got a fire...ugh, what's the word? BURNing in the fire pit. She then went and found several sticks that looked long enough and took to the task of plopping marshmallows on them and thrusting them into the fire.

S'Mores! Breakfast of champions!

Of course she had plenty to share and, even if no one showed up to partake, well, then, that just meant more for her.

[[ open campfire is open, of course! ]]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan wasn't sure how he felt about all this cabin shit. On the one hand, it was a bed and after sleeping on the floor in a community center for months, beds were always good. On the other, there was like no fucking privacy. There was less privacy than in the regular dorm rooms and those were pretty damn open and exposed.

Nathan sighed and lit a cigarette. He wondered if sitting around a campfire meant he was supposed to sing campfire songs or if he was supposed to join hands with someone and meditate. He'd never gone to camp as a kid and was kind of really glad for that. No one was going to get him into too short puke green shorts and no one was going to get him to sleep in the bottom bunk under some smelly kid named Clive.

Nathan gingerly touched his broken nose and the bruising under his eyes before grimacing and pulling his hand away. Kate was damn lucky she'd run away because Nathan had planned on...glaring intently at her. He didn't know. He just knew he owed her something for making his face look like it did.

With a groan, Nathan leaned back against one of the logs and blew out a few smoke circles. Cabins did make it easier for him to seem like a courteous guy with his smoking, at least. Maybe he'd get a reputation as a nice guy.

Yeah, right.

Current Mood: sore

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.]]

Current Mood: creative

see-beyond.livejournal.com

Jonas had not disappeared. The only reason he knew something was possibly amiss was the fact that he kept seeing shadows lurking just out of sight, their images passing by the corners of his eyes and disappearing.

It was strange. He thought it was a hallucination at first but he kept seeing them. Jonas frowned, coming to stand near the main campfire, a little tense. It didn't feel like a good day to relax.

In the distance, he thought he saw...something that looked like a bug but it was way too big to be a bug. Right? It had to be. Jonas frowned and crossed his arms. A shadow seemed to appear near a cabin and he turned, hoping to see something.

Nothing. Despite the heat, Jonas shivered.

[Open for those that haven't been eaten by voiiiiiiiiiiids!]

Current Mood: worried

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Tonight, while there was certainly food at the campfire, Sookie hadn't made it herself. At least in part due to her back still bothering her, and otherwise due to sheer mid-summer laziness, she'd just brought a bunch of ~~moddable~~ food back from the diner with her in the hopes of being able to attract people to a campfire without resorting to marshmallows and hot dogs.

Not that there was anything wrong with marshmallows or hot dogs, mind you.

She was amusing herself by toasting things that probably didn't normally need to be toasted. Maraschino cherries, it seemed, were not meant to be heated this way.

[open like a campfire!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Cabin living tended to grate on Alex the longer he was in them. He missed his bigger bed, his door that closed and his privacy. He liked sleeping in and smoking in his room and doing that in a shared place with so many other people proved difficult.

And those feelings oftentimes drove Alex out of the cabin and towards the campfire. It was too hot to light a fire but not too hot to smoke. Taking a seat on a log, he lit one of his cigarettes and started puffing away while he looked around.

It was cloudy and he wondered if it'd rain. If it did, he'd probably lose his cigarette but stay outside. At least it'd be something different. He'd been ignoring phone calls from home, trying not to pay attention to responsibilities and that was going to blow up in his face soon.

Not now, though. Now, he'd just smoke and try to relax.

[The campfire's open, of course.]

Current Mood: apathetic

life_inshadow

"Hi everyone," Tara said tentatively from her position next to the cold campfire. There would be enough sugar during the meeting, so the snacks on the nearby picnic table tended to fruits, cheese and chips, and there were blankets for people who wanted to sit on the ground. "It's been a while since we did this, so we're doing a little bit of a get-to-know-you game. People played it at another club meeting and it seemed to be fun for everybody."

Not dirty. No, really. Even if suggesting it kinda sounded that way would have made Tara blush a lot.

She held up a bag of Spree left over from the mural and explained, "We're going to go around the circle and everyone has to say their name and one fact about themselves. If it's true for you, too, raise your hand or make some noise and you get candy. H-hopefully by the end of the meeting everybody has a wicked sugar buzz and we all know each other a little better."

Karla grinned at the bag of sprees, knowing exactly where that came from. "Now, while it's really easy for everyone in this group to find things about themselves that are unique to them, that's not really what this game is about. We want to find things we have in common and also get that sugar buzz Tara mentioned."

"But if there is something you do not feel comfortable admitting to, you are not required to ask for the candy," Raven added. "This is all supposed to be for fun." She just may have seen how these games were sometimes played when alcohol was involved and the statements got...interesting.

"Fun and candy," Francine amended. "So if you feel you haven't got your full dose of sugar when it's all over, you're welcome to grab some more, even if the only thing you have in common with anybody else is liking candy."

Tara glanced around the circle. "If nobody has questions, let's start."

[OOC: With thanks to

thatsamilkshake and

brat_intraining, who came up with this icebreaker to start with. Also cowritten with

glacial_witch and

trigons_child.]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex didn't have a damn thing going on today which made it easier to decide to hoof it out to the campfire and take a seat there. Outside meant he could smoke and not get bitched at by cabinmates. Outside meant he could watch people passing by, maybe entertain himself by annoying them. Outside meant not feeling like the walls were closing in.

He was feeling a little better than he had been the past few weeks but that still wasn't anything special. He lit a cigarette and leaned back against one of the logs, glancing up at the overcast sky before looking back around the camp site and wondering when the other shoe would drop. Things had been quiet for too long. It was bound to change.

[Open, of course. Working late at work so entertainment is neeeeeeeeeeded!]

Current Mood: pessimistic

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

With Peter bored and classless today, he was sitting at the unlit campfire, reading a book and munching on a coldcut sandwich. He didn't have any food to share. He wasn't quite sure what would happen. Would a lack of food cause no one to come? Would a lack of fire factor into it?

It wasn't a scientific experiment. He was just lazy and his brain was thinking of just about anything other than Proust. All Proust was doing was making Peter want to go buy some cookies.

Mmmm, cookies.

[ooc: Open post! My unannounced mini-hiatus is over, but I'll be a wee bit slow during work hours.]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Wesley hadn't done a whole lot of camping back at his old school. And while he'd visited a few campfires since his arrival at Fandom, it was still pretty new to him. Which was why he could find himself seated at the main campfire on Sunday, enjoying the fire quietly while his favorite book turned into a stuffy old English man lectured him on the various types of demons known to enjoy campfires.

He did have food, more in case anyone else showed up than for himself. Except for the graham crackers. Those were totally his and he wasn't going to share. But everything else, though. He'd share.

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Ariel had noooooo classes on Thursday, the day after her favorite classes, which weren't until after lunch, anyway, so she was still revelling a little in being gloriously lazy. Part of her felt that she didn't have time to be lazy about some things, but she was still trying that whole not trying so hard thing, which was yeilding about the same results as the trying hard had, only with far less bruises...

But, either way, she slept in and milled around the cabin a little before deciding she wanted to be out enjoying the fresh air and being social and enjoying other people.

Which was why she had plopped down by the main campfire, notebook in her hand for readily easy conversation should they occur. In the meantime, though, she was going to see if she couldn't put together some more poetry, since everyone had been telling her it was so brilliant.

"Seaweed," she mused on her paper, "may shift and move with the currents and tides
But my love for you stays steady in place..."

NICE!

[[ open campfire is open! ]]

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

After trying marshmallows the day prior, Katniss was drawn to the main campfire again tonight -- this time, with food of her own in tow.

She had made a stop in town, using a small chunk of the money she'd brought with her to purchase as many different kinds of food as she could. So, while she had several bags of marshmallows and even a box of Twinkies (they were growing on her), Katniss had bought quite a few ~~moddable~~ things that one might not normally see at a campfire.

While roasting marshmallows proved easy, she soon regretted the decision to try to roast a cupcake. As well as the piece of pizza she tried to hold out over the flames on the end of her stick.

Katniss had never really had enough food to experiment with cooking before. She dutifully ate everything she put out into the fire -- even if it was charred -- but she was well aware there was far too much for her to eat alone.

[open like a campfire!]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

Weather still too hot. Check. Cabin stinking of leeches. Check. Half naked boy. Check. Half naked boy eating. Check.

Hopefully those thunderstorms wouldn't take much longer to reach the island, but for now it was dry and Jake had taken up position at the main campfire. There was a bag from J,GOB resting on the ground between his feet. He was planning on just eating it all by himself, but if you'd ask nicely enough he might be willing to share.

Might.

Current Mood: hungry

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Luke, naturally, didn't mind this cabin thing too much. Sure, he had been enjoying only have to share a living space with one other person, but cabin living hadn't been that difficult to re-adjust himself to. At least the cabin here wasn't filled with thieves and emo people like Hermes cabin was back at Camp Half-Blood.

He also liked being able to sit around a camp fire and light marshmallows on fire. That was something the dorms lacked. Weird how you miss stupid things like that.

[Open, yes]

Current Mood: relaxed

longislandiceme

Bobby had spent most of the afternoon moving his stuff back to the dorms, but with that taken care of, he was just gonna relax and enjoy the last night of campfire-junk-food goodness... at least until the next session started up, anyway.

There were hotdogs (he'd even gone and found a package of vegetarian ones), s'mores fixings, sodas, chips, and yes, of course, Twinkies. The roasting experiment had worked so well last time that he was going to repeat it.

[ooc: oooooopen!]

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

A trip to Wonka's had been successful. That was why Edmund was sitting at the lit campfire with several boxes of Turkish Delight and why he was stuffing his face with the sweets. There was one box off to the side to share with anyone who might have wanted some, but otherwise the rest was his and his alone.

make-the-shot.livejournal.com

Proto was feeling a bit bored. His solution to this problem was simple: sit somewhere public with a deck of cards. He was shuffling them idly between his hands. He wasn't some sort of card trick master or anything, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

Hopefully someone would join him. He couldn't be the only one who enjoyed a friendly game every so often, after all.

Right?

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Tonight, Puck was bored. But at least he wasn't so bored that he had gotten drunk in his alcove. Instead, he was the kind of bored that involved fire.

So much better, really.

He'd gotten food this time -- hot dogs and marshmallows and other things that could be put on sticks ~~not di -- oh, hell, with him it probably is~~ and since it was a nice warmish night, he'd just thrown on a wifebeater and jeans before setting to making the fire and lounging in front of it.

[come play! idk why I don't have a wifebeater icon yet.]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

The cabins were starting to get to Alex. Sure, he and Griff often got into fistfights or bitch fights or any other type of fights but he'd only had to deal with one person when he was in a pissy mood. And Griff wasn't one to nag or be nosy so it'd been a copacetic situation.

Now, just to stop feeling like the walls were closing in on him, Alex had bolted out of his cabin and towards the campfire with the intention of smoking enough cigarettes to calm himself down. His mood was just fine, for once, but he was not built for cabin living.

At least the sun was going down and taking the temperature with it. Alex found a spot near the campfire, relaxed back against a log and stretched out, already lighting up a smoke and taking advantage of being outside to indulge in his favorite vice.

See, he already felt better.

[Campfire's hasn't lost that lovin' feelin' but it definitely has that open feelin'!]

Current Mood: restless

vanillajello

There was no fire this early in the morning.

Kate was there, though. Sitting on a log and munching on a pop tart. She was smiling slightly to herself, remembering another morning in this very same spot. And possibly lamenting the lack of drunken boxer raids this summer.

Or maybe she was just smiling because of her cute new sunglasses. Who could tell?

[ooc: Open, what else!]

onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com

Hayley had started a fire.

Thankfully, it was in the actual place for the main campfire, and she was happily roasting marshmallows and eating them right off the stick. This was the good life, she thought.

There was an impending cloud of adulthood and responsibility. She was ignoring that with all her might.

Because mmmm, marshmallows.

[ooc: Open like an open campfire]
[Warning: Hayley and Hinata's has ventured into dark subject matter. Hayley's views are in no way intended to be humorous or played for laughs.]

momslilassassin

Ben still had a residual headache from the pounding music in Stark's earlier in the day, but he decided that it was nothing grilled sausages and marshmallows couldn't fix.

Besides, the weather was too nice out tonight to waste it by being indoors. Ben sat on a log next to the crackling fire, grilling a sausage with half his attention. The other half was focused on the stars.

It'd been too long since he'd flown.

Current Mood: hungry

boywonder03.livejournal.com

Tim had eaten, of course, once he and Jason got back this morning from their ~~still being played~~ impromptu camping trip, but he still felt like he hadn't had a good meal in days. So he was down at the main firepit with hot dogs and buns. He'd built up a small fire and was roasting a hot dog on a stick.

[Open with fooood!]

Current Mood: hungry

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

So, yeah, Puck was a little on the tipsy side. He'd gotten drunk in his alcove, though, like a person who didn't want to get in trouble.

Such an occasion, of course, called for fire. Sadly this was pretty typical back in Lima, too, where there weren't even firepits. On the bright side, that meant he was able to light a fire pretty effectively.

And now he had a bag of procured marshmallows, which, okay, he'd toast. But more importantly, he'd found a box of Peeps left over from Easter and was meticulously shooting them, throwing them, launching them and otherwise flinging them into the fire to make them alternately blow up or melt. So far, more were melting than blowing up, really, but if it worked in a microwave, Puck was sure it had to work even better in a fire.

[oooopen yes.]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Glancing up occasionally to make sure the clouds didn't turn to rain and ruin her letter, Rilla leaned her back against a log and finished up her weekly correspondence to her brother Walter.

She hadn't tried to light a fire, but she had brought out some strawberries to share if anyone passed by.

Current Mood: busy

wrongkindofsith

There was a pretty, pink princess at the main campfire today.

And because even the influence of powerful hallucinogens didn't change things like highly competitive natures, Princess Cara was the prettiest, pinkest princess of them all.

Shy, demure, but ever so chipper, loving, and positive-thinking, she danced lightly around the campfire, requiring only tiny birds or small, fuzzy animals to sing with to complete the picture of perfect ~~Disney~~ princess-hood.

[Open. So very, very open.]

Current Mood: ditzy

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

There was no freaking way that Alex was going to light a fire when it was hot outside. As it was, he'd already wandered out to the campfire sans shirt and barefoot because he was that lazy and it was that hot. And, if he was honest, he figured he could use some sun.

So, he was out by the campfire, sunglasses covering his eyes and cigarette sticking out of one corner of his mouth, enjoying the relaxation and letting the warmth of the setting sun hit his shoulders and ease some of the tension there.

The baggage was gone though. It meant he could be at a campfire without worrying that shit was gonna be brought up for all to see. He could deal with everything else right now.

[It's hot but the campfire's open!]

Current Mood: quixotic

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

Peter was technically tempting fate, lying down near the campfire. He made sure his feet were far enough from the fire that he wasn't in danger of accidentally setting himself on fire.

He was humming 'Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds' to himself, looking up at the stars. This totally beat random TV in a common room.

[ooc: Open!]

puppy_fair

Okay, so today had admittedly not been the most productive day that Zack had ever had. He'd skipped work today after having the meaning of Memorial Day explained to him by the gym teacher, and then he'd ~~handwavily~~ headed down to the graveyard. Angeal wasn't there, no, but it was about as close as he was going to get, and the time to just sit quietly and pay his respects had been good for him.

Now, to wrap the day up, he'd grabbed some marshmallows, bars of chocolate, and graham crackers, and he was working on getting a decently sized fire going.

Okay, so Zack's idea of a 'decently sized' fire was possibly not what most sane people considered to be one. He'd heaped the logs on kind of ridiculously high, and then he'd lit that sucker with a Fira spell. The result had singed his eyebrows a little at first, but hey, all the better for making s'mores, right?

... Once he blew out the marshmallow fire.

[Open!]

angelo_wings

After the sun set, the temperature started creeping down again, which made a little past dusk the perfect time to make some s'mores. Rinoa had a huge bag of marshmallows, and some pointed sticks, and all the necessary ingredients. Along with some drinks in a cooler and a black tri Aussie shepherd. (Not in a cooler, but rather, lying on the grass wagging her tail.)

The puppy was not required for s'mores, but Rinoa was not going to hurt Angelo's feelings by telling her that.

(OOC: very open! come make s'mores!)

Current Mood: content

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