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cheminthehead.livejournal.com

Gladys had lit the fire and was sitting near it, attention on the genet.

The spotted critter was crouched low, intent on ending in some brutal, vicious, and messy way the life of the gummy worm that was its prey.

It stalked forward a step, stopped, stalked forward, stopped, paused, butt in the air and tail wiggling, then pounced, wrestling the chewy worm into submission.

[ooc: Sirius campfire is seriously open]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie didn't expect it. One moment he was thinking about getting a cheesecake, the next thought was about it exploding then getting his hair dyed purple and suddenly Jamie was feeling a strong mixture of nostalgia and homesickness.

Which is why anyone coming by the Sirius Campfire ring will notice several dupes putting up a sign which read:

STICKBUG II

The next thing they would notice would be that Jamie had the dupes wearing shirts with different names and all of them looking slightly different from one another.

For instance there was the guy wearing a t-shirt that said "Greg" on it and for some reason he appeared to be wearing a dead weasel on his head. (Not a real dead weasel but the hair itself certainly looked like one). Then there was the duplicate wearing a shirt that said "Cam" on it which had "Air Force or Bust!" written on the back. Right next to him was "John" who had the same shirt except there was a pillow stuffed underneath it so it looked like he had a pudgier stomach than "Cam" and on the back of his shirt it read "I <3 Aeryn Sun!" Then there were two Jamies who both had "Peter" written on their shirts but they were easy to differentiate because One Peter was drinking tea while trying to act out ~~meta for Monty Python~~ sketches and the other "Peter" kept trying to climb the wall and falling down while shouting how he can catch crooks like flies. Or something.

And finally there was the Jamie wearing a sailor's captain's hat and the word "Skipper" written on his shirt looking at the sign with pride. "Looks good LB!" Skipper!Jamie shouted out.

And Jamie... the last stickbug standing, wiped away a small tear of pride.

"That it does, Skipper. That it does."

[Yes. It is open. Sirius members can easily remove the sign if they so wish.]

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

Trenor was a very bored horse. Not that he wasn't being looked after properly, but he missed his person, and he was sick of his stall and his yard. So he'd escaped and wandered into camp, in hopes of finding someone to give him treats. When he sniffed at the odd rock near one of the cabins he got quite a surprise.

It stood up.

Legs splayed, he stared at it in shock.

When it spoke, his ears pointed straight at it, and he quivered in astonishment.

"Horses Are Not Supposed To Walk Around Alone. You Should Be In Your Stable."

Trenor simply kept staring at her, and it was much too late when he finally decided to bolt.

Gladys reached out one massive hand and, with surprising delicacy, caught his halter. Trenor pulled back, but he was only a small gelding and Gladys was immovable object and irresistible force all rolled into one.

Even his attempt at passive resistance didn't work. Rather than drag him back to the stables, Gladys simply picked the horse up and put him over her shoulder. Trenor flailed his legs once, trying to leap off, but Gladys barely noticed. Balancing him carefully, she began to walk out of camp. "Now You Will Go Back To Your Stable."

Ears drooping, Trenor hung limply over her shoulder, whuffling to himself.

[ooc: Totally open! (Though it'll be SP in two hours cause I have to go to bed.) And yup, it's canon, a golem can easily carry a horse. Poor Trenor.]

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

Gladys was sitting next to the Sirius steps, leaning against the Sirius cabin. Her hands were resting on her knees and she was staring at nothing, eyes flickering as she thought. It was surprisingly philosophical thought for a golem, flowing from her conversation with Jaina.

Her deep thoughts were interrupted by a nose with tiny legs. It jumped on her hand and did a little dance. Gladys stared.

It was joined by several more, all cavorting across her knuckles. Gladys kept staring, then plucked them up one by one and closed her massive hand around them, trapping them. "You Are Not Natural. Noses Should Not have Legs."

They nose-butted her fingers, trying to escape. "Stop That."

[ooc: open, yup.]

stucklikadope.livejournal.com

After a day spent frolicking in the Preserve with all her new friends, Giselle was almost sad to have woken back up as a girl. But the sun was shining, and she'd made a lovely fire and even found some yummy breakfast food in the living room of the cabin.

Her friends - the squirrels and chipmunks and even a few teal deer - were still sitting around the campfire, and Giselle was talking animatedly to them, slightly saddened they didn't talk back like they did in Andalasia.

[OOC: Campfire! Open! Breakfast!]

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

Gladys had spent another night watching the stars. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but... "Why Am I A Pony?"

She was, indeed, a pony, and a rather perplexed pony, at that.

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The Sirius campfire was lit and burning merrily. Gladys was standing nearby, arms hanging, the glow in her eyes banked, as she waited for something that needed to be done.

Apart from setting up the fire, she hadn't moved since last night.

[ooc: Sirius campfire is serious. Err, open. And it was TOTALLY never in the wrong journal. Honest.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Classes were going great, so John was rewarded himself by chilling out in front of a blazing fire, attempting to make a fire pie grilled turkey sandwich.

There were ~~moddable~~ ingredients available to anyone who happened by the campfire, especially Sirius residents. Well, most Sirius residents.

[ooc: open like a campfire]

Current Mood: hungry

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

Gladys had lit a campfire. She didn't get cold -- even if she did, it was probably too warm to need one -- nor did she eat or drink, so it wasn't really of any use to her.

But there was a spot for a fire to be made, and so she had made a fire. It was her first (golems being known more for putting them out than for lighting them), which meant she was learning how to make it better.

Of course, she was doing this by reaching into the flames, rearranging the burning logs, then observing the fire to see if it was made better or worse. Hands in the fire, she regarded it seriously.

[ooc: Of course it's open! Of course there's a pun!]

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Entries tagged with ^sirius

The Sirius Campfire, Saturday night

Sirius(?) Campfire: Friday Afternoon

STICKBUG II

Near Sirius cabin, Monday morning

Sirius Cabin, Saturday morning

Sirius Campfire: Sunday Morning

Sirius Cabin's Sirius Campfire, Saturday morning

Sirius Campfire, Thursday morning

Sirius Campfire, Thursday Evening

Sirius Campfire, Monday morning

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