[identity profile] mrodneymckay.livejournal.com
Rodney got hit in the head with a gumdrop as soon as he walked outside. He frowned at the sky for a moment before shrugging and going back inside.

A few minutes later, Rodney returned to the campfire armed with a large beach umbrella, a bucket, and a laptop. He set up the umbrella over a seat and placed the bucket just outside the covered area. After settling himself as comfortably as possible, he popped open his computer and began working. Periodically, he reached into the bucket and ate a random piece of candy. He wasn't all that picky about sweets so he really only paid enough attention to what kind of candy it was to make sure he didn't accidentally eat a lemon drop. That would be bad.

[Yes, Rodney does actually live here. His mun's He's just been antisocial. Campfire is open!]
[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com
Having no classes meant Amber could do whatever she wanted. That's right.

Currently she was sprawled on the couch, taking up the entire length cause she could. Cause no one else was out here yet and... she could. She dragged a blanket with her and tangled her legs all up in it and flipped on the TV, keeping it at a pretty decent level in case others were still sleeping.

Oh yay, a horror classic. Just what she needed to preoccupy stupid thoughts. Go her.


[Yeeeah, it's open.]
[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com
Amber was slouching in a lawn chair before the campfire, reflecting on how she could have possibly slept the day away. Must have been yesterday's trauma of squishing a nose. That was ten times gross.

She had slices of pepperoni skewered on a stick 'cause toasted pepperoni was sooo good; just like on a pizza. Besides, she couldn't find any hot dogs. Hopefully she didn't steal anyone's pepperoni and it's not like she was hungry, she just wanted a snack. Toasting cheese hadn't worked out so well.


[The campfire is open!]
[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com
Amber woke up early and decided to go for a run. Nothing much else to do and she did wake up feeling energetic. Changing into yoga pants and her sneakers, she opened the door to check out the weather and grinned. Then she stepped out the door and felt a lump squishy thing under her shoe.

Looking down, Amber's eyes went wide and she screamed about as loud as anyone could scream. There were tiny legs and feet sticking out from under her foot... and they were twitching. "I'VE KILLED IT! OH MY GOSH!"

She had no idea what 'it' was but was scared to move her foot to look and see. Luckily she didn't have to, because just then a pack of noses came running by, tissue capes tied around their... nose bodies. They were super noses and Amber just killed one of their kind.

"Oh no. Ohhhhhh no."


[It's open, of course!]
[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com
Liir wasn't enjoying the campfire so much as watching it, his eyes unfocused and perhaps a little dry as he didn't blink as often as would have been wise. His hands worked by themselves, peeling oranges and throwing the peels into the fire before popping the pieces into his mouth. The oil in the peels made a nice kind of crackle when it was hit by the fire and the scent that rose from the flames had a faint citrusy aroma... which might tell you how long he'd been there.

He didn't look angry or upset. There was just a small, crooked smile on his face as if he'd just been tricked and he was only just coming along to the point where he thought that the joke he'd been the butt of really had been sort of funny.

That said, the campfire was open for all. He certainly wouldn't mind some company. And there's enough strangely flavored oranges for everyone.

[ooc: open like an open thing and feel free to god your orange]
[identity profile] time-flyer-5.livejournal.com
As it turned out, Jen didn't handle hangovers very well, which had something to do with the way she'd managed to completely miss out on any and all pony-related activities yesterday.

She could have been a pony for all she knew, but she'd been asleep through all of it thanks to the wonders of Aleve; apparently 21st-century painkillers had quite the effect on a 31st-century physiology unused to them. So yay for that, she supposed.

She'd managed to get a fire going -- a small and kind of ragged one, definitely not the kind of fire-building that would win a merit badge, but it was erratically crackling away as Jen went through some martial arts forms nearby. Sure, there was a gym on the campgrounds, but being around all these trees made her kind of nostalgic for the days when the best she'd had was that rope-wrapped tree in that Silver Hills park.

Besides, this was where she'd laid out the s'more makings. Duh.

[OOC: Open campfire is open!]
[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com
Amber had every intention of curling up with a book before the fire, you know, being all peaceful like, but omg yay campfire! She made a quick handwavy run into town and grabbed a couple bags of marshmallows, and after another fifteen minutes or so, she found a few good sticks. 

So there she sat, roasting marshmallow after marshmallow. "Oh my gosh, sticky little devils..." She only wished now she would have gotten chocolate bars and grahams. Man.


[It's open and stuff, yep!]

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