glacial_queen: (Nightgown)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Karla put the finishing touches on the party preparation. She was glad she'd given herself extra time to set up; she'd had to do everything by hand. Even most basic Craft was beyond her, other than being able to occasionally call in or vanish small items. How the hell did landens manage? The only way she'd finished on time was because a few females kept deliberately vague to keept the option open, but to avoid modding had shown up and helped.

The only way she was ever drinking the suppression brew again was if it were a life-or-death situation. And depending on whose life-or-death it was, Karla might have to give some serious thought to the matter.

Still, it was done. The counters and scattered tables practically groaned with food and drink (the majority from T&C of course!): fruits, veggies, popcorn, chips, candy, various chocolates, soda, water, juice, Gatorade, wine, vodka, rum, various mixers...The furniture in the living room had been pushed aside for maximum space (it would still be a bit cramped, regardless) and the TV had been set up to play whatever movies folks brought along. Extra pillows and blankets were heaped everywhere, both to use as furniture and in case anyone forgot theirs. There were a few sets of hastily-acquired speakers for people to plug their pod-mabobs and empty3 players into for music, and a small section of the kitchen had been set aside off for experimenting with hair dye and make-up.

And in her room was a small pile of sacks and bags of various kind. All the better for stealing boxers with.

The cabin--and Karla--were about as ready as they'd ever be. Now just to wait for folks to show up.

(Posted early for great SP! Girls only, but all girls invited. Please to be waiting for the OCD up!)
icecoldfrost: (Emma is smoking)
[personal profile] icecoldfrost
It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

[open!]
[identity profile] kestrelswolf.livejournal.com
Firekeeper would simply not be doing her name justice if she ignored the presence of the firepits by the cabins.

So here she was, sitting by a crackling fire with Blind Seer sprawled by her side. Of course, a good campfire should have food to offer, which is why there was a rabbit and a couple of fish (the furred kind, although they'd been skinned first, of course) roasting on a spit over the fire.

There would be no marshmallows here unless someone else thought to bring some.

[ooc: open like campfires are!]
icecoldfrost: (Default)
[personal profile] icecoldfrost
Emma was not wanting to go far from her cabin tonight, in case something hideously humiliating tried bubbling forth in song. She wanted to keep the option of a strategic retreat open in case it became needed.

Not that the tune she kept singing under her breath as she poked at the fire was high culture, but at least it wasn't some Spice Girls or something equally awful.

Baby look at me
And tell me what you see.
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest.
I got more in me, and you can set it free.
I can catch the moon in my hand,
Don't you know who I am?

Remember my name!
I'm gonna live forever.
I'm gonna learn how to fly!
I feel it coming together,
People will see me and die.
I'm gonna make it to heaven,
Light up the sky like a flame !
I'm gonna live forever,
Baby, remember my name...


This day couldn't be over soon enough.

[OOC: Open campfire, open post. You know you love it...]

weetuskenraider: (Not Quite Smiling)
[personal profile] weetuskenraider
Okay, so she hadn't been spending that much time at her cabin, but Tahiri was putting in an appearance tonight. There was a decent assortment of hot dogs and s'more fixings laid out as dictated by the Unofficial Official Law of Campfires, and a fire crackling away in the firepit.

As for Tahiri, she was sitting with her back against a log, not really paying attention to the datapad on her lap; she was more preoccupied with using the Force to idly create shapes in the smoke from the campfire. Spirals, vaguely animal-looking objects, anything really, but a lot of starfighters. She kept coming back to those, for some reason.

[OOC: Up a little early to account for people (including me) hitting up HP midnight showings tonight . . .]

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