[identity profile] ella-obeys.livejournal.com
The rain was threatening, again, and the day was cool enough that Ella was wearing a cloak over her blouse and skirt. But she'd spent too much time reading in her alcove lately, and wanted to spend more time outdoors before they left the cabins entirely. She neatly built a small campfire, half-wishing she'd bought some marshmallows to roast over it. But that was a small matter.

She settled on a log by the fire, propped her chin on one hand, and let her mind wander as she watched the flames dance.

[OOC: Open.]
[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com
Ron was awake and very bored. As a result he's sitting by the campfire and contemplating what random items he can find to throw into the fire and see if it burns.

[Open. Bored. Entertainment plz.]
[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com
Sokka had never heard of "jazz hands". That didn't stop the three beret-wearing hamsters from trying to teach Momo Jr. how to do it. Sokka wasn't really sure how to handle his pet's newfound love of expression through dance, so he just sat and stared blankly at the little show.

Eventually, the quartet of rodents took a break from dancing to do the backstroke in the ashes of the campfire (which, thankfully, wasn't lit).

[Open!]
[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com
Lois didn't have any problem with starting campfires. Cooking on said campfires? Little more of a problem. Since there was a surprising lack of marshmallows around, she managed to steal of box of somebody's graham crackers from the cabin. Lois was currently laying against a log with the box of graham crackers in her lap. She was trying not to eat the whole box but dammit, they were good.

[Open!]
[identity profile] ella-obeys.livejournal.com
Ella found a letter from Char in her mail, so she was happily rereading it after she stoked a small campfire and set some bread borrowed from her class near it to toast.

It sounded like Ayortha was dreadfully dull. She'd have to write a good letter, then, to cheer him up. She drafted a reply in her head as she waited for her meal to be ready.

[OOC: Open like a campfire. Blair's thread is after any others chronologically.]
raspberryturk: (Action Figure)
[personal profile] raspberryturk
It was Sunday morning. And Reno the awesomely-detailed-action-figure-dammit was sitting outside, by the Lupus firepit. Grumpily.

There was no fire, as plastic and fire didn't tend to get along with one another very well.

There was no booze, as most of Reno's stash of bottles happened to be larger than him.

There was just a firepit. And a very grumpy piece of eight-inch-tall molded plastic.

[Open! As fireless firepits tend to be!]
raspberryturk: (Hmm.)
[personal profile] raspberryturk
The afternoon had seemed as good a time as any for Reno to wander out to the campfire after making sure all his crap was still in place in his alcove. Paranoia meant that he was going to be taking extra measures this summer to make certain that his things didn't walk off on him. Not that there was anyone in particular who he had his eye on, really, but when you grow up in a 'take what you can get' atmosphere, sometimes it's tough to get your head around it. He missed having a single room with a lock on the door already.

Which was why, when he finally wandered out of his alcove and to the campfire, it was with an armload of bottles. Tequila, scotch, rum, and Everclear. The important things in life. The stuff he'd be choked over if anyone happened to snatch them. Sharing, he was good by. Sure, he'd share. Light up a fire and hoard his booze, but share, sure.

Ah, first day of classes, a campfire lit, a stash of booze by his side, and not a class for Reno to worry about.

He could live with that.

[Open for all you afternoon drinkers. Or whoever. <3]
[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com
Sokka had no idea what any of the cabin names meant, so he'd (handwavily) done some reasearch. And was left wondering why everyone else got cabins named after constellations, and he was stuck in the cabin named after a degenerative disease. So he'd done some MORE research and discovered he was in the BEST CABIN EVAR.

Which is why he had "Hungry Like the Wolf" looping in the background while he got the fire going.

[Open like an open thing!]

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