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It wasn't a bad day. Not really. The weather didn't completely suck, Sparkle didn't have work or classes or anything. Hell, his detention for camel-stealing wasn't even until the end of the week. Nope, it wasn't a bad day at all, really.

It it was still a Wednesday. One of those 'halfway over' Wednesdays that had Sparkle making faces at the prospect of slogging through the rest of the week. And, to top all of that off, he was bored. Nightfall wasn't even for a few hours yet, so he couldn't amuse himself by running around the island, trying to break into places he wasn't supposed to be.

If he was going to pass all of that time between then and now just sitting around, he was going to take advantage of the above-freezing weather in order to sit up on the roof and have a smoke, then. Because why spend a boring Wednesday afternoon doing something productive? Hah.

[Open roof is open and I'm around! I'M TAKING A DAY OFF DAMMIT.]

lockestheway

A day after Fandom's arrival in Arkham Reservoir, something changed.

It started with the water underneath Fandom's rocky base. Shortly after night had set in, something pushed itself upwards, displacing rock and earth and mud on its way. It cracked the surface within minutes, splitting the main campfire apart. Water spilled forth from the newly-created gash, leaving behind a shallow pool.

It wasn't much. It could have been caused by the rain. Except the fissure that had spilled it was visible right beneath the surface, and with it, this most peculiar piece of meteor, of a color somewhat hard to define.

( In the morning, various members of the administration assembled to assess the damage. )

[[ the main campfire has now been roped off from the public. feel free to ping in with reactions/curious chattering among students/etcetera ]]

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

sith_happened

Juliet was happily sticking her foot into her mouth on a blanket as Anakin and her (younger, at least theoretically) brother Christopher raced around on the lawn. The little boy squealed loudly as Anakin caught him and tossed him into the air, using the Force to make him hover for a moment.

"Again!"

"Say please," Anakin replied.

"Peas!"

"Close enough."

And being on campus meant that Anakin had put his lightsaber into the weapons locker. And he won't kill people in front of his kids! Come play Jedi tag!

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: happy

sith_happened

Anakin had caught up on the radio and had been hearing about some of the fates of his droid babies.

So there was an annoyed teacher in the front lawn of the school with a bunch of Pack 'n Plays, baby toys and a sign:

LEAVE YOUR BABIES HERE BEFORE GOING OFF TO FIGHT MONSTERS

This was so not how he'd planned to spend his Sunday.

[OOC: As the sign says! Drop your droid babies off if you'd like!]

Current Mood: annoyed

momslilassassin

"Mee mee mee!" Ben, well, meeped at his grandfather as they walked through the park.

Anakin adjusted large glasses on his nose (which he didn't need) and stared way, way up at Ben (who was five inches shorter than he was). "Nonsense, Beaker," he tutted. "Nothing is going to go wrong with this machine! Soon we will be able to turn gold into cottage cheese!"

He turned to adjust the machinery on his invention. Which, yes, was invisible.

The gremlins had struck again!

[OOC: Come boggle! Yes, in the wrong comm. SHHHH.]

Current Mood: gremlin bit, yes.

sith_happened

As Anakin had mentioned in the ~~handwavy~~ email he had sent to students' email accounts, sometimes unplanned children couldn't be blamed on a portal or Fandom weirdness. And if they had come back twice? Woe be it upon you, John Sheppard.

So he was in the front of his classroom with a series of ~~beyond thorough~~ pamphlets on contraception, abstinence, and pictures of STDs. He also had a truly horrifying collection of educational videos to show.

Anakin had slapped on a sign on the door welcoming people to the seminar:

I AM STILL TOO HOT TO BE A GREAT-GRANDFATHER
And other reasons why children should remain hypothetical for a long, LONG time
(Skywalker presence mandatory)

Trainwrecks, anyone?

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Stoned - Dido

sith_happened

A slightly gremlin-bit Anakin Skywalker, dressed in a way-too-tight jumpsuit, strode out onto the school lawn.

He stroked his--sadly, invisible--mustache and called out, "Cher? Honey? We're going to be late!"

This was going to be so very bad.

[OOC: Open like a thing that should be recorded by many, many people.]

Current Mood: gremlin bit liek woah
Current Music: After All - Dar Williams

sith_happened

As Anakin had mentioned in the ~~handwavy~~ email he had sent to students' email accounts, sometimes unplanned children couldn't be blamed on a portal or Fandom weirdness.

So he was in the front of his classroom with a series of ~~beyond thorough~~ pamphlets on contraception, abstinence, and pictures of STDs. Artoo had been given free rein to find as many ~~horrifying~~ educational videos on the subject. He was rocking back and forth in giddy anticipation of ~~scarring~~ educating the local population.

Anakin had slapped on a sign on the door welcoming people to the seminar:

I AM TOO HOT TO BE A GREAT-GRANDFATHER

And other reasons why children should remain hypothetical for a long, LONG time

(Skywalker presence mandatory)

This should go well. Really.

sith_happened

After a few minutes of tinkering--fixing things took a little longer when you had a three-year-old helper--Anakin stepped back from the flight simulator with a small smile. Two identical podracer simulators were now set up.

"There," he said to the little girl. "Now you can podrace."

He'd left the door to the flight shed open. Last night's radio--and more than a few unfamiliar new Force signatures running around--let Anakin know there were more than a few little people on the island who might enjoy logging in some fake flying time.

[OOC: Open! Please wait for some wee ocd]

sith_happened

After a bath (Anakin's idea) and a stop to wrap Luke completely in bubble wrap (Luke's idea, but Anakin wasn't exactly objecting after watching Luke jump off his bed, his desk, the top landing of the stairs, and the kitchen table), Luke and Anakin were now out in front of the dorms.

Luke yanked on Anakin's hand. "X-Wing, Daddy!" he demanded.

"Very well," Anakin said, laying down on the ground. "Arms out," he said.

Giggling, Luke putting his arms out straight as Anakin balanced Luke over his head.

"Now the other part," Luke demanded, looking down at him and making starfighter noises.

Anakin grinned up at him, then reached into the Force and pushed Luke straight into the air, where he flew to just about level with the tree tops.

Luke shrieked with glee as he was safely caught. "AGAIN!"

[OOC: Open for anyone whose weetiny would be interested in the Jedi version of airplane.]

Current Mood: amused

jedi-qui.livejournal.com

Master Qui-Gon Jinn gave a smile of fond remembrance as he stepped into the salle. It had been a long time, but it didn't look or feel any different.

For old times sake he retrieved his light saber (and hadn't that been a step back into memory, having to leave it in the weapons locker?) and began to run through a solo kata with it.

[ooc: open! And no particular Qui-Gon icons for this thing -- he just now looks a lot more like the icons I already have. ;)]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny was pissed. And he was freaking hungry. His tongue was still firmly attached to the roof of his mouth and every now and then he would have to wipe the drool that pooled in the corners.

He was sitting on the lawn, bemoaning his sad state with little mumblings that made no sense whatsoever. He should have set the old hag on fire. Dammit all.

(it be open!)

can_be_more

Aeryn's all packed, and not really in the mood to see the room looking so much different. She hates the look of boxes and bags all packed up, so it's easier to head to the gym, though she's not being very into her workout. She's not really looking forward to leaving, and she hates goodbyes. So she figures John can say goodbye to who he needs to in the room, and anyone who knows her will know where else hey can find her.

[It's say bye to Aeryn time. *sniff* She's leaving Fandom tonight. And SP is love.]

can_be_more

[Continued from here.]

( As soon as the door slams shut, Aeryn's trying to open it again. )

[Preplayed with

whitedeathpod and

emo_padawan. No interaction possible, but OOC comments are more than welcome. Also, I bet the doorknob was totally cherry-flavored.]

grand-fallguy.livejournal.com

Stepping cautiously out into the corridor, Arthur!Tim looked around. It was a very well kept castle from what he could see. Closing the door to the room behind him, he looked both right and left, not sure which way to go.

Open! Come talk to Arthur, King of the Britons!~~king of the who?~~

Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: Monty Python and Holy Grail Theme

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Anakin needed to let off some steam, so he snagged the remotes and his wipeboard from his room and headed down to the salle.

Pulling both lightsabers from the weapons lock-up, he scrawled Live Fire Workout in Progress. KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING. on the board, stuck it to the door and closed it behind him.

Then took off his outer robe ~~overdramatically~~, flipped the four remotes to life and ignited both lightsabers. Working out was better than sitting in his room and thinking.

[OOC: Open if anyone wants to watch the Jedi in his last lightsaber workout before leaving Fandom. *sniffle*]

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: Far Away - Nickelback

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Anakin had spent most of the day ~~brooding~~ meditating and replaying the trip to Coruscant in his mind.

The thoughts it had led to had been entirely too depressing.

That's why he had migrated up to the second floor common room and commandeered the television set.

Not that the last Space Battles prequel was any less depressing, but he could keep himself entertained by mocking the terrible technology and equally terrible dialogue.

[OOC: Open, open, open...]

Current Music: Far Away - Nickelback

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

The package he'd been waiting for from home had finally arrived. He sent a ~~handwavy~~ email to his flight workshop students, and then dragged his television down to the lobby and set it so a brilliantly lit planet floated in the center of the room. It then began cycling through a series of photographs of the planet.

He returned to his room and came back with the contents of the package: food from home. Sand cookies, pies, teas made from leaves and not random alien colons (unless you really wanted alien colon tea), candy from Alderaan and Naboo, the works.

He turned on what Obi-Wan had assured him was the latest in Coruscanti music and kicked back on the couch.

If everyone in the school couldn't come to Coruscant, he'd bring Coruscant to them.

[OOC: Open to absolutely everyone!]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow was sitting outside on the school grounds. A determined look was on her face.

Beside her? A seven-inch wood turtle with a small, lightweight basket tied to its shell with wrapping paper ribbon. In the basket was a piece of coal.

"Okay, Shelby," Willow said, trying to be encouraging. "I know this is a whole new world for you and not the sort of thing you'd normally do in the average wood turtle day, but if you'd just give it a try you may just like it. Please? For me?"

Shelby the wood turtle simply blinked at her.

Willow realized this might take a while.

At least she'd gotten her form approved.

[ooc: open!]

Current Mood: quixotic

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Anakin retrieved one of his lightsabers from the weapons lock up and headed into the salle with his remotes.

Not before putting up his wipeboard warning on the door, though:

Live fire workout in progress. Knock before opening the door.

[OOC: Anyone want to watch a Jedi cut loose with a lightsaber? Knock, friend, and enter...]

can_be_more

Aeryn looks a little different. She's managed to pile all of the pillows in the first floor lobby onto the sofa, and is now lounging, yes, lounging. She looks bored, but expects someone to come by at any moment to entertain her. ~~Printhethes~~ Princesses locked in towers count on that sort of thing. (Even if she is on the ground floor.)

Yes, there's a little bite mark on her hand, too. Welcome back to the dorms, kids.

[If you've seen the Farscape ep "John Quixote", you know what's up. Come poke the lispy girl.

Aeryn: *HATES ME*

ETA: Aeryn's been resthcued. You can still feel free to poke her if it happens before that, but know that you're not going to succeed in helping.]

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Rizzo, sitting on top of one of the picnic tables by the unlit fire, leaned back and folded her legs in the tight black dress she had found in her closet this morning. Loose t-shirts and those jeans? So not her style. Why she even had them, she didn't know. She had woken up with the worst craving for a cigarette, a need she was now satisfying with a long drag and relieved exhale. She held the cigarette loosely in one hand, leaning back on the other as she surveyed the goings-on around her with an amused little smile, sunglasses perched on top of her head at the moment.

[[In a startling turn of events, open for interaction! *grin*]]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

For various reasons, Molly hadn't been to cheer practice in a while. She wasn't sure if there had been one earlier in the day or not, but after her afternoon workshop, she headed over to the camp gym to practice on her own.

After pulling out several of the mats, she sat down to stretch out and warm up before she moved on to the actual cheer routines.

[[OOC: Not a scheduled cheer practice. Open to all.]]

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Anakin needed to blow off some steam, so he headed down to the salle, the remotes he had brought back with him from Coruscant in his robe pockets and the wipeboard in his hand.

After taking both lightsabers from the weapons lock up, he scrawled Live fire workout in progress. KNOCK & WAIT FOR ANSWER BEFORE OPENING DOOR, onto the board and stuck it to the door, then went into the room.

He dropped his robe in a heap onto the floor, then ignited both sabers and flipped the four remotes on using a quick nudge from the Force.

Anyone passing by would hear the unique sounds of lightsabers repelling blaster fire as Anakin worked on his technique.

[OOC: Open, but please, please read the sign. Getting shot would make Anakin cranky. Having someone else shot would be even worse.]

nadiathesaint

After checking on Jamie and sparring with Pip, Nadia took a very, very long, very, very hot shower and went stiffly into the common room with plans to do nothing more than just relax.

Luckily, she found an episode of AKA to watch. It was one from the early seasons, where the rogue bad guy agent takes over teh fake CIA and Perth has to break in and save her evil boss. She propped her left leg up on a chair with an ice pack on her knee and silently and cheerfully ranted at Perth.

[ooc: oooooooopen sesame!]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

Even silent, Tyler seemed especially confident as he waited for people to show up in the gym. He was barefoot, and clad in a tank top and sweats.

As people came in, he handed them sheets of paper with "Fight Club Rules" scrawled at the top.

1. What happens here, stays here.
2. PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR PARTNER. Match is over when someone signs "stop."
3. Only two to a fight.
4. One fight at a time.
5. No shoes. Padding only if you need it.
6. Fights go on as long as they have to. Someone's bleeding too much or knocked out? Fight's over.
7. Play nice, boys and girls.

[OOC: Here's how this will work. "Listen" to Tyler and mingle in the top thread. When you've paired off, start a new thread for that match. Handwave the "one fight at a time" thing. And please try not to send each other to the infirmary -- they'll be busy enough. Thanks.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

After recieving textmessages from Xander updating him on the situation- and the fact that everyone was going to be confined to dorms tonight- Bridge decided to venture out of 121 and up to the second floor common room. He's got the TV on and is sort of half-paying attention to it. Mostly it's just there to drown out the eerie quietness.

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Anakin had woken up early due to the emotions he'd felt from Callisto's alcove, but she hadn't cried out so he didn't want to bother her.

He had padded out into the living room, hair still mussed from sleeping, and was contemplating whether or not to make coffee.

[OOC: Open to Flamingoes and anyone thinking the counselors might have a clue what's going on. Which, until Xander arrives, they don't. But there's coffee!]

Current Music: Colors - Crossfade

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Sure, Anakin had brought back a bunch of Force toys back with him from Coruscant. He'd even taken them outside of the cabin to ~~play around with~~ work with.

But instead he was tossing croissants through the air, watching them fall and frowning.

No reason why. Really.

[OOC: Come and boggle at the Jedi. He's used to it.]

Current Mood: confused

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge was bored. So he'd dragged the telekinesis ball out of his room, since he hadn't practiced in a while, and sat down crosslegged on a couch in the common room to do so.

After a few minutes, he had the ball floating in a lazy circuit around the room.

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

After a ~~handwavy~~ trip into town for ingredients, Sam took the carefully printed recipe out of her pocket and laid it on the counter. She'd memorized it by now, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to get some practice in before the workshop.

The fact that the recipe didn't involve an open flame? Well, that was just being prudent.

"So, double boiler...." She began hunting for the appropriate hardware.

[ooc: Open to all. Feel free to help, mock, or ignore her completely.]

Current Mood: geeky

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter walked down to the gym and was surprised to see it empty. "There's a first time for everything. Okay, what to do, what to do..."

He needed something more active than stretching and the untaken punching bag was looking very appealing. He glanced down at his cast and made a decision. "Okay, one handed kickboxing against the nefarious Count Punching Bag it is." Peter started hitting the bag quietly...

... for about two minutes. Then he launched into a series of taunts about the punching bag's mother. He really couldn't shut up while fighting.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had spent yesterday pretty much just lazing about doing nothing, but inspired both by talking with Sammy about cooking and teaching Alec some simple junkfood recipes (although he suspected the real lesson that had been imparted was if you want something to eat, go bug Dean), he was up relatively early this Sunday morning ensconced in the common room kitchen, making up breakfast. Nothing fancy, just bacon, eggs and toast, but the smells were making his mouth water.

He deliberately cooked far more than he could eat himself both because he was used to cooking for more than just one person and because one thing he'd learned about this place was if you cook it, they will come. Dean dished himself up a plate, covered the rest to keep it warm and settled down to eat in front of the tv.

Idly he wondered if Sammy's radar for his cooking would work from one floor below.

[OOC: free brekkie, come and get it]

Current Mood: eating

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Anakin waited for the the students from his flight workshop and Veronica's photography workshop to arrive so that they could head to Washington, DC.

He got to drive the bus and everything.

He was a little excited.

[OOC: Mostly to establish them all leaving at the correct day and to linkdrop for your convenience, but if you want to play out Anakin driving like a fiend, come on in...]

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Ventura Highway - America

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

"Go! Fight! Win!" The cheerleaders cheered enthusiastically as the audience shuffled into the gym. The players were already in place, and the gym was definitely ready for game time.

Unfortunately, since Fandom did not yet have any of the Dibblers, no hot pies, hot dogs or rats-onna-stick were being served.

ooc: ~~wait for the holy OCD!~~ OCD is up! Come watch and cheer and mock!

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory didn't understand why people insisted she was such a bad cook.

She had like, an apron and everything. And she had washed her hands, because it was gross to cook and not do so beforehand. And how hard could it be? Measuring out stuff - it was just like chemistry, which she had been quite good at when she was at Chilton.

And besides, these were cookies. Even she and Anakin couldn't screw up cookies.

[Here for Anakin and Rory to fail miserably at making cookies, but all are welcome to stop by and watch or sample :)]

Current Mood: productive

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Anakin? Had time on his hands.

Anakin? Had learned how to make paper starfighters.

This? Was a bad combination.

Sitting on the couch, he controlled seven of the paper missiles through the Force as they flew around the room.

Why yes, he was making little shooting noises as they chased each other. And the crash and burn sound, too.

He just didn't realize he was doing it.

Someone want to point it out?

[OOC: Open like a giant open thing.]

demonbelthazor

Bel was skulking. He was too restless to stay caged in his room, but he didn't want to hang out in a common room like this, either. So he skulked, roaming the hallways, trying to avoid people, pausing every five minutes to try to force himself back into human form. So far, no luck.

This sucked.

Current Mood: cranky

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Being someone who was pretty much naturally predisposed to being honest on any given day, Bridge really didn't see a reason to hide in his room. So here he was, sprawled out on a couch and idly flipping through channels until he caught a snippet of an all-too-familiar theme song. And for some reason, he can't bring himself to just flip past it. It's kind of like that thing where you just can't stop staring at a car accident right in front of you.

Yep. Bridge is watching Dekaranger.

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was trying to watch TV. She really was.

But now there were not only gnats flying around her, and something she could feel in her hair that was making her itch, but there were huge...gross, really painful zit-like things all over her skin. Because of this, Rory had flipped up the hood of her sweatshirt and drawn her knees up to her chest, trying not to disturb the spots.

Not to mention the frogs hopping around, and the dead fish in the aquarium that she'd passed on her way up from the lobby. And the fact that every few minutes, Rory heard a loud rumbling somewhere outside, and shuddered.

[Everything except the frogs? completely in Rory's head. You can't see the gnats, boils, or lice, and you can't hear the thunder, and the lights should be perfectly fine for you. Frogs are fair game. Open to all. :) Come talk to the crazy girl yay!]

Current Mood: plaguey :(

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam had the television on, but wasn't really paying attention. She was sitting with a few old rags, a stick, and was trying to get what looked like chocolate pudding out of a motorcycle crankcase.

She also had pudding on her shoulder, but hadn't noticed that yet.

Current Mood: confused

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Armed with her camera, Sakurazaki has a mission. She's even compiled a list of the people she absolutely, no questions about it has to find to take pictures of before returning to her dried project. She checks it often, although it's really quite very, very small and isn't difficult to remember:

Jude
Ranma
Alphonse and Cuddles >^_^<

She wanders the dorms, checking in doors and knocking on them, to find them, and perhaps some others that might be feeling a little photogenic.

[[OOC: tags from the people on the list would rock my socks; interaction with other people would be amazing, too, as she wanders the dorms.]]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

After leaving the gym and ~~handwave~~ stopping by the library to do some cleaning, Rory settled onto a couch in the second floor common room with a stack of books she'd unearthed.

There were several old, fascinating books that she had found tucked away in a back corner in the old librarian's office, covered with a light layer of dust. So she sat still with a book on Celtic symbology open on her lap, carefully sounding out the words.

[~~Locked to people who know who they are, for the moment.~~ open for CR socializing, as long as it's post Rory reading :)]

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

John had snuck away from the campfire very sneakily like and had tiptoed back to investigate a certain cabin. Now, he's just waiting for someone else to show up after making a ~~*handwave*~~ call to him earlier this afternoon.

( And the visitor walks up... )

"If this gets me in trouble, I'll turn you into a rodent," Cedric says, wand at the ready.

"Like that's never happened before," John mutters.

Cedric points his wand at the cabin, speaks the incantation for the invisibility spell and watches at the cabin disappears.

"It's still there, not gone forever but you can't see it. I'll come and take the spell off when you're ready."

"Thanks!" John smiles proudly at...nothing.

[OOC: Meerkat cabin is invisible and the doors are locked. Nothing has been damaged. If the Meerkats get into their cabin, they will not be invisible. Spell will be lifted, I promise!]
[OOC2: Cedric totally modded with permission!]

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Alec's motorcycle didn't look much like a motorcycle any more. No wheels, for one. And it was kind of, well, hovering, thanks to the repulsorlift engine that Anakin had installed.

With a small smile, Anakin sat down and pushed the accelerator pedal with his right foot. The swoop bike took off with a satisfying roar.

He took it slow for the first trip around the island, carefully listening for anything that sounded unusual. Not that he normally doubted his mechanical abilities, but it had been that kind of a week, and it wasn't going to be a machine for his personal use where he could catch something later. Plus, it would be bad to have one of the new kids explode.

When he was finally satisfied that the bike was in working order, he pressed the accelerator all the way down with a fierce sort of joy.

500 kilometers an hour, even for the short trip around the beaches, was nothing to turn down.

He turned back towards the camp, slowing down to a more reasonable speed, parked in front of Flamingo, and left a ~~handwavey~~ message for Alec.

Nice to see something had worked this week.

[OOC: Open to Alec and anyone who wants to try to wheedle a ride on the new shiny thing...]

can_be_more

It's just warm enough that Aeryn would rather take advantage of the air conditioning. The first thing she does when she walks into the gym is close the doors to the outside, and only then does she pull on the gloves and head for the bag. It's been a while, might as well.

[Open, open, open. Alleviate the boredom.]

fates_jaye

Jaye is back from town, and she comes bearing supplies. Supplies meaning booze. Because if there's going to be girlkissy without a bottle involved (not dirty), there has to be booze.

But, it's all for a good cause. Yay boykissy.

Maybe she should have told the boys about this. Alas. She might at least give them warning about the cameras.

[The girls, they be shy. Open to Seahorses and those they may have invited.]

fatalvoyage.livejournal.com

Tempe sat in front of the campfire, roasting stick with marshmallow in one hand, pen in the other, notebook in her lap.

Every so often, she'd stop, look into the fire, and then start writing again.

After her little glitter mishap this afternoon, she was still covered in glitter. It would make an interesting conversation starter if anybody were to stumble across her here.

Also, there was a bag of marshmallows sitting next to her, and a pile of roasting sticks next to that. S'more makings sat next to the marshmallows. If anybody wanted any, they were free to help themselves.

[OOC: Open for interaction. S'more makings moddable at will. Whatever you'd want on a s'more, it's there.]

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

After a trip out to the junkyard, Anakin had returned to camp with his toolbox and the things he needed to convert Alec's motorcycle into a speeder.

So he was taking advantage of the late summer sun, sitting in front of Flamingo slightly covered in grease and surrounded by many, many parts of a motorcycle.

And shirtless, because messing up his robes while working on an engine was a pain.

The pink plastic flamingos seemed to be enjoying the view...

[OOC: Open like an open thing that is open.]

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