After hours of listening to the kitchen staff at Luke's go through their impromptu concerts (and doing a few of his own), Priestly was up for hearing as many different random bits of music as possible.

It was like a grab bag of different potential earworms. Music overload to get the damned stewpot drums out of his head. . . .

So he was settled in at the main campfire, lying on his back with his eyes closed and just listening as long as he could, before the urge to sing took over again.

[ooc: late, yes, but also open!]

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...]

It had certainly been an interesting day so far. Joan decided it was very likely to be an interesting evening as well, so she headed out to the firepit in front of her cabin once the sun went down. She got a fire going and leaned back on a log, waiting for more people to join her.



[hold for ocd plz OCD up! Please read the ooc note!]

Danny just wanted quiet. He'd thought about buying a roll of duct tape, but it didn't seem like it would stop anything if he decided to sing again.

And there it was, he could feel the music swell up, and he tried to get his hands firmly over his mouth before he could open it, but they were suddenly swept into a white-boy dance as he began to sing once more.
( Lyrics under here, for those of you who've lived under a rock )
As soon as it was over, Danny buried his face in his hands. "Oh my God, I hate today," he muttered, hoping that no one had noticed that.

[DUN HATE, I HAD TO. I thought of it at work and it wouldn't leave me alone! Open to anyone!]

Something was going on today. He was singing all the time! It wasn't a bad thing for Edward to do this; he quite loved it! Ah-hah! But it was what he was singing. Songs sprouted up from his mouth and he had no idea where they came from! It was perplexing!

Like the song he began to sing right now!

( And here he had plans to just kick back and roast marshmallows )

[[OOC: Listen, it was stuck in my head, okay? Totally open. ETA: Eeep, going AFK till later this evening!]]

Sleep-singing seemed to work up an appetite. Kyle, always knowing where the food was, managed to put together the makings of a big breakfast. If it was a breakfast food and cookable, chances were he had it. And if not? Well, he was happy to make bacon and eggs for anyone who stopped by. Or a sausage and egg burrito. There was salsa around here somewhere.

Kyle started working on the fire and found himself humming quietly.

[OOC - open to all who want breakfast and/or a song]

Jack was awake and thinking about breakfast, about food, and about... other things. He stretched his arms, plopped his feet on the floor, stood up, and just started singing on the way to the kitchen to cook breakfast, as you do.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong..."

Eggs, pancakes, and music, coming right up.

[Open for cabinmates or anyone who wants to live together with Jack]

Somehow Riggins, Chuck and Emmett all found themselves up on the dorm roof looking over the town. So far it had been a normal morning for all of them. Too bad it wouldn't last long.

"It never gets old, huh?" Chuck asked.

"Nope," Riggins agreed, uncapping the lid to his soda and taking a swig. This is important for later. Just so you know.

Emmett smirked. "It kinda makes you wanna..."

"Break into song?" Chuck finished.

Riggins nodded. "Yep."

[Sure, let's get this one out early]

It was morning! And Arthur had mentioned a while back that Zack needed to get out and actually practise more often, and so Zack had pretty much charted out a day of training for himself, starting here, and then moving on into the preserve later on. He had no classes on Thursday, so why not?

And if he just so happened to be humming under his breath as he ran through some patterns with his sword, it wasn't as though he was thinking much of it, really.

He was Zack. It was normal.

[Up for great SP justice. I want to get some playing in today, dangit.]

Jennifer had been feeling a bit more at ease with her whole transformation on Sunday. After all, it was supposed to happen, according to Mr. Deadpool.

Okay, she hadn't quite gone to talk to the principal about it yet. But... she was doing fine.

That was, until she burned her fingers roasting a marshmallow. She got so angry that... Pow! She felt her jeans tear, her shirt suddenly became way too snug, and... yep. She was big and green again.

She sighed.

[ooc: Very open! Feel free to say your character was already at the campfire when Jen burned her fingers, if you like.]

With tea and biscuits--oh hush, he was a proper Irish English boy--ready for members and guests, Merlin was cheerfully waiting for everyone to arrive.

"Hello! Today, Karla and I have a bit of a new exercise for us all to try today," He informed everyone with a sort of manic cheer that came from hoping to god this ended well.

Karla stepped forward with the blithe carelessness that came from having no clue that anything could possibly go wrong with her plan. "Kiss kiss everyone. So, more than anything else, there needs to be trust between us as a group. Without it, we'll be disorganized, inefficient, and the other members of the Reserves won't trust us, either. Which, in a crisis, could lead to disaster. So, I thought today we could focus on building that trust together. And for that we have--" she paused for a moment to let the anticipation build "--magical trustfalls!" She beamed at them, certain they'd be as enthusiatic as she was about the idea.

"Yay!" Merlin offered with a strangled little cheer. "Karla and I will demonstrate."

Or something.

"Karla?"

"That's right!" Karla said, giving Merlin a reassuring smile. One that had a lot of teeth in it. She practically skipped around behind him. "In case you're not sure what a trustfall is, Merlin is going to close his eyes and fall backwards, expecting me to catch him before he hits the ground. I'm going to do so, but only with magic." She clasped her arms behind her back. "Ready Merlin?" she chirped. "You trust me, right?"

It wasn't reassuring at all! But he nodded dutifully and closed his eyes. "Of course."

Really.

Taking a breath, he fell backwards.

Karla took the easiest path. Using Craft, she solidified the air behind him, the same way she would if she were airwalking. Merlin hadn't tipped back more than a few inches before the air caught him. "Now, there are a ton of different things I could have done. I could have called in a big pile of soft things for him to land on, or put a shield behind him, or just floated something over to catch him."

Merlin blinked a few times and looked around at the nothing holding him up. "Whatever it is you believe might work best. And if you don't think you can use magic, your hands are perfectly fine."

"Or if you think your magic isn't suitable, you can always brainstorm with a partner about ways you could possibly make it suitable," Karla added. "I've found that a lot of working with magic involves improvising." She looked over and gave Merlin her best unsure-but-game grin. "My turn now?"

Merlin nodded and waved toward the rest of the group. "Pair off and get started then!"

Tuesdays were one of Alex's free days so he decided to wander out to the main campfire and spend some time there. It wasn't that hot so he got the fire going and took a seat against one of the logs, lighting a cigarette (because he liked destroying his lungs) and crossing his legs at the ankle.

Any type of s'mores equipment was absent since he was too lazy to get some of his own and he figured someone else usually brought the fixings if they wandered out here. And if they didn't, no skin off his back.

S'mores or not, the important thing for Alex was being outside and out of his cabin. It was a practice he'd taken up years ago when he had to escape his house to find somewhere where he could be away from the noise. Here, it turned out to be campfires and decks. Who knew?

[it's ooooooooopen!]

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 . . .]

After the disastrous discussion she'd had with Arthur at the reserves, Fiona had made her way back to her cabin and tried to relax a bit with a book. Books, however, had brought up the discussion in her mind and after slicing off half of her bedsheet with one of the pages, she'd decided that a fire might be the way to go.

...it would keep her away from her things at any rate.

Which was why she was out at the campfire, a bag of marshmallows on one side and a few sticks laid out next to them. She couldn't eat them but she'd decided to take a page from Ender and offer them for those who might want to. Oddly enough, just the items made her feel better.

[open as campfires are]

So they couldn't have a reserve leader meeting this week, because Leto was a tree. Arthur being Arthur, he was fairly convinced Leto was just doing it to spite everyone (especially him), but that was hardly the reason he was behind the dorms this morning.

"Today, we're going to be working on fortifying the dorms," Arthur announced, "As well as setting up for their defense. If a fighting force somehow breaks through the gates, it will be of great importance to ensure that the dorms are kept safe and well-defended." He... took a moment to handwavily in order not to break the mun's brain elaborate on his own time's strategies for standing in a square with spears hoping something will fall on them defense of such buildings. It involved barricades. And fires. And, okay, standing in a square with spears hoping something would fall on it, but he said it... a little classier than that.

"I would like you all to take a march around the building," because physical exercise was also always good, "And find the weak spots. Windows, damaged walls, and the like. There are a number of defensive positions we can take in order to safeguard the gates. I've listed a number of them, but go take a look and bring us your own ideas."

He nodded at the crowd, then paused. "If anyone is searching for Lord Leto," he said, "He's currently topiary, but with any luck, he'll grace us with his presence again next week."

Seriously. Couldn't Leto turn into a tree when it was actually useful, like in a quiet week where Arthur could have the room to himself?

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

Sookie had decided to take advantage of the warm weather while they still had it, and had procured some marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers, as well as some hot dogs and other assorted things that could be roasted over a fire.

She didn't have a whole lot of campfire-y experience, in general, but these were staples of her childhood and seemed like a good idea. Who didn't like chocolate, anyway?

...probably people who were allergic. And vampires, since they didn't eat people food. But still! Most people liked chocolate, anyways!

So Sookie perched herself beside the campfire with plenty of food for others should anyone choose to join her in roasting things over said fire. Her marshmallow was starting to look all nice and lightly tanned.

[open like a campfire is!]

Layla yawned and stretched as she exited her alcove after five days of being a leather bound set of encyclopedias. She still felt a bit fuzzy and stiff for some strange reason. It wasn't as if she had actually spent the week in bed but she still felt like she had.

Taking the opportunity to stretch her legs, Layla ambled into town to purchase some provisions from the Quik Stop. She returned to the campfire ring with a cooler of drinks and some tofu dogs for roasting as well as the goods for the actual s'mores.

After building a fire, she sat back with a cool beverage and started roasting a hot dog. After spending a week as a set of books, some fire roasted vegetable protein sounded pretty darn good.

Blair was gone. This was bothering Serena more than she'd care to admit, looking across her the room they'd shared in the cabins to see an empty bed. It was what had gotten her up early that morning, grabbing her gear and heading to the salle. At least if she was going to have things on her mind, she could get a bit of practice in. It would help her focus. Help her not think about her best friend and the fact they'd not-yet worked things out here. That they'd left things on bad terms.

Or at least, she hoped it would.

[[Open post is as always, open. Wait for the OCD, not that there's much of it. OCD UP!]]

Rose wasn't sore yet from still being played-out Fight Club, but she was well-aware that was going to change as soon as she stopped moving.   So stopping somewhere close to her cabin seemed like a good idea.

She sat down by the empty firepit of Galaxy Quest.  It was too hot for a fire, but that didn't stop her from eyeing the firepit expectantly.  To actually try to and fail make a fire or not.  That seemed to be the question.

The cat who was Worf seemed intent on pouncing on bugs around the pit.  Rose was just hoping he didn't decide to kill a mouse and leave it on her bed again.


[ooc: campfire be open!  I be bored!]

Okay. So, Zack's uniform was alive. It was alive, and it looked suspiciously like some guy who was wearing Zack's clothing.

And it was chuckling to itself, enjoying the view as it sauntered along behind Zack. Zack, who was clad only in his boxer shorts and clutching a bedsheet, running like a madman from his cabin alcove on his way to the dorms. He had more clothes in the dorms. Zack just needed to get there.

Zack's Uniform supposed he could have gotten the clothing for him, certainly.

But this was far, far more fun.

[Open for anyone who wants to witness the mad dash, of course.]

Dean sat at the cabin campfire and mused about the day so far.

It was definitely a surreal day when you spend a good amount flirting with pie. But really, as Fandom weird things go, this one was... pretty cool so far. Nothing to really angst about and hey, hot girls.

He wondered if Pie would like roasted marshmallows.

"Dean," someone called him.

Dean looked up and saw a really hot girl standing there dressed in leather that hugged all the right places. "That's me, sweetheart," he said giving her a lazy grin. "Nice to meet you."

The girl rolled her eyes. "You're not meeting me. You've known me your whole life. Hell, even before -- you were conceived in me after all."

Huh? What is she talking abou- Dean stared at the girl, his mind supplying the girl's probably identity. "Baby?" he asked a little disbelievingly.

Impala smiled and moved to sit beside him. "I knew you'd recognize me. Are those marshmallows?" She casually leaned over Dean, her leather covered body brushing against his arm as she reached for the bag.

Dean swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Yeah."

"Cool." She pulled one out of the bag and put it on the end of a stick, holding it out over the fire. "Oh and the answer is yes," Impala added, giving Dean a sidelong heated glance. "We're totally having sex later."

Dean took it all back. This weirdness wasn't pretty cool. It was awesome.

[ooc: establishy, but open for any who want to wander by and talk to a boy and his car :)]

Triela had actually carried two of her big black equipment bags up to the roof today. It wasn't really any more effort than doing one, after all, and hopefully there would be a number of people who needed gear.

She finished securing the ropes and started laying out the harnesses.

It had been too long since she'd done any really difficult rappelling work, and while this wasn't exactly an official sort of activity it was about the most organized such outing she'd been involved in at Fandom. She glanced over at Dinah. "You think with everyone out of the dorms anyone will show up? Or even notice?"

[Feel free to have handwavily had your character hear about exciting rappelling opportunities from either of the two blondes over the past week if you want an excuse to show up.]

Yuffie's day had started out... really weird. Beyond weird. She had woken up late and before opening her eyes, had reached under her pillow for the materia she had put there the night before. Some people slept with teddy bears, she slept with materia. So what.
( Morning fun )

After a very long explanation, and meeting the others, Yuffie was now sitting outside by the campfire. Fire was making some s'mores, without using the fire pit. Cure was meditating. Ice was working her way through a twelve pack of soda. Not drinking them, but trying to get them cold without freezing them. The aluminum was throwing her off though.

It took her a moment, but Yuffie frowned and looked when she caught on. "Where the hell did Steal go?"


[massive sp for me, but open for everyone else. feel free to mod Fire handing out s'mores to people or Ice either blowing up the cans or handing them out.]

After a mostly incoherent phone call from his grandfather early this morning--something about coffee pots that made very little sense--Ben had been sent down to the flight shed to check on something that Anakin had had a bad feeling about.

Which was why he was now sitting in front of the banked campfire, staring at a young man in a flight suit.

"This is weird, even for Fandom," he said.

"Tell me about it," the flight simulator replied.

[OOC: Open, with bouts of SP!]