Alligator Campfire, Tuesday evening

Scully had printed out a copy of her graduate thesis (Einstein's Twin Paradox: A New Interpretation) today, and re-read it, keeping in mind everything she'd learned so far in her last three weeks here.

That would be why it's burning merrily in the little firepit outside her cabin, cover page first. As well as the page that read, Although common sense may rule out the possibility of time travel, the laws of quantum physics certainly do not. Nothing like wishing you'd never been right and wrong.

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Alligator Campfire, Sunday Night

Karla had been here a year, she knew the drill by now. Summer meant cabins, cabins meant campfires, campfires meant s'mores. It was the natural Way of the Universe, or something.

And since Karla was determined to kick her lingering bad mood, she was sitting outside Alligator cabin, campfire blazing, and plenty of chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers for sharing.

[Open to everyone, cabinmates and visitors alike! Now even in the right Comm!]