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Ursa Major Campfire [early evening]

Sat, 17 May 2008 23:32:14 GMT

Luke, after an afternoon of searching, had finally found the ride that went with the terrifyingly pony-sized helmet he'd woken up with.

Sadly, it wasn't a airplane. Or a shuttle.

It was...a scooter.

And the ground wasn't exactly level enough for a pony driving a scooter to be a comfortable match. So Luke's ~~pretty, pretty~~ tail was now full of dirt and sticks as he righted himself for the tenth time and shot Artoo a pony glare.

"Would you stop recording?" he whined.

Artoo had no intention of stopping, no.

[OOC: Come on over and ride the scooter! My ponies were totally tricked out back in the day.]

Virgo Campfire; Saturday Afternoon.

Sat, 17 May 2008 17:49:22 GMT

It wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't been the wings.

Why, why had there been wings? Cal had thought it was bad enough that there was an excessive amount of pink as well as interlocking male-female symbols being advertised on his butt, but then there had to be pretty fairy wings on it, too. Just great. It was definitely a day where he was going to try to stay in his alcove.

Only to discover that trying to even just sit in one of those alcoves as a horse with big wings was not pleasant. He realized he could have just stuck in the living room, but he wanted fresh air and, most importantly, room, and so there came to be a slightly sulking pretty pony sitting by the unlit campfire, reminding himself that maybe this at least meant all the Fandom stuff was just getting out of (or would it be into?) his system.

[[ open campfires be open ]]

Little Dipper Campfire - Saturday Morning

Sat, 17 May 2008 14:06:31 GMT

Katara pawed at the campfire, trying to uncover some embers to blow into a fire. Hands would have been really, really useful. But...since Fandom appeared to have a sense of humour this morning, she was doing the best she could.

Oats would be nice too.

[OOC: Mmmm, lack of a campfire but still open!]

Sirius Cabin's Sirius Campfire, Saturday morning

Sat, 17 May 2008 05:58:21 GMT

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.

Virgo Campfire, late Friday evening

Sat, 17 May 2008 00:01:54 GMT

After hanging out at the luau for a while, Dean made his way back to his cabin and started a fire in its firepit. He lounged beside it, occasionally poking it with a stick, watching the flames crackle and burn, inbetween watching the starry sky above.

All in all, he was feeling rather mellow and just generally content with his life and being in this moment.

[open!]

Caelum Living Room - Friday Morning

Fri, 16 May 2008 12:53:01 GMT

Chris woke up early and headed to the kitchenette to make coffee. He wasn't thinking too much about the fact that it was his seventeenth birthday. Well, okay, if you wanted to be technical, it would only be his fifth birthday. Stupid time travel.

Either way, he wasn't thinking too much about his birthday. Birthdays had never really been a big deal for him growing up because of the whole orphan thing. Which he wasn't anymore. Which made him wonder if his birth parents would be calling him today.

He sat on the couch in the living room with a cup of coffee and a book, trying to distract himself until his cabin-mates woke up.

[open to any Caelum residents or anyone who has reason to stop by the cabin!]

Out front of the Sirius cabin, Friday morning

Fri, 16 May 2008 09:00:40 GMT

Gladys spent Thursday night watching the stars for signs of life and knitting.

River had taught her to knit and so had given the golem her first hobby. Possibly the first hobby any golem, anywhere, had ever had.

Of course, that hobby was knitting dildo cozies. Lots of didlo cozies. A golem was, essentially, a machine, and she had produced cozy after cozy with machine like precision.

All the yarn was gone. All that was left was a huge mound of dildo cozies.

Not knowing what to do with them, Gladys had made a sign.

Please Take A Dildo Cozy. They Are Free.

And no, she still didn't know what a dildo was.

[ooc: Help yourself to a moddably coloured and sized dildo cozy!]

Cygnus Campfire, Late Thursday Night

Fri, 16 May 2008 03:52:17 GMT

An open fire. Alice had started it herself, and was feeding it sticks and branches as it grew into a moderate size. She felt a small thrill of vindication at that; she would not let something as simple as a campfire defeat her. It was controlled. It was safe. She was even considering roasting marshmallows over it.

She was calm, or relatively so, and would welcome company.

(OOC: very open, as campfires go.)

Sirius Campfire, Thursday Evening

Fri, 16 May 2008 00:31:03 GMT

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]

Ursa Major Campfire [after classes]

Thu, 15 May 2008 21:03:18 GMT

After a long sparring session with Jaina in the salle and and even longer shower (he was going to miss the unlimited water around here), Luke assembled some food made for sticks--marshmallows, hot dogs, weird Rebel rations that Yoda had always made fun of--and stretched out in front of the campfire.

The fire reminded him a bit of being back on Endor. Without the "being served over it" aspect, of course.

[OOC: So open.]

Camp gym (Salle)- Thursday before classes

Thu, 15 May 2008 12:51:01 GMT

While it would be nice to have a summer without worrying whether or not any relatives would be listening to the radio and not feeling checked up on, Jaina also realized that she was losing the two people who helped her with her lightsaber training, too. This was definitely a downside, and she new that it just meant she was going to have to make it a point of getting down here more and practicing herself. She thought she might get a lecture if she was all rusty come fall, after all.

Making sure to stick a note on the door to give warning that there was someone back here with a nice live weapon that was known for chopping off limbs, she set up three remotes to start firing, and ignoted her lightsaber to start deflecting the bolts that were going to be coming at her at pretty high speeds.

[Yes I did have to go into old posts to make sure the salle was there. Open, as I have a couple hours before work still, but then it'll be SP till this evening PST. Fair warning.]

Sirius Campfire, Thursday morning

Thu, 15 May 2008 10:57:19 GMT

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.]

Little Dipper Campfire, After Dark

Thu, 15 May 2008 02:05:54 GMT

Anyone passing by would hear a great deal of swearing in Chinese, but probably wouldn't be able to see much in the dark.

Inara had (rather reluctantly) discovered that starting a campfire was much more complicated than it looked, particularly when one had never done it before.

Any help would probably be vastly appreciated.

Caelum Campfire, Wednesday Evening

Thu, 15 May 2008 00:22:17 GMT

Evening found her sprawled on the ground in front of her cabin’s campfire, which, thanks to her, was blazing merrily. She was at somewhat of a loss as to what to do for the evening, really.

Sleep was considered, and then disregarded. No doubt she’d fall asleep eventually anyway, but there was no need to rush it. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had three classes tomorrow, Ino would’ve headed straight back into the preserve for more training.

But, no. Stupid classes.

Ino stared at the fire and wished for some of Reno’s booze. She totally should’ve grabbed a bit of it for… safekeeping, yes, that was it. Safekeeping.

And, you know, drinking. Note to self: Steal Reno's booze at some point.

Yes, she could always buy her own, but the stealing bit would totally be fun if she could pull it off. Hmmmm.

[Open as a campfire is!]

The Camp Gym; Wednesday After Classes.

Wed, 14 May 2008 18:25:30 GMT

So, as it was, Cal had told himself that he was going to cut back, take it easy, quit the workout thing for a few days so that he wasn't constantly feeling as if someone had been pulling on his limbs like taffy, but...

There he was again, drifting into the gym and intent of killing an hour with weights. He rationalized this with himself in three ways: one, he had at least changed up the timing. People up early enough to be there in the morning were clearly motivated people, so they would do things like workout. By late afternoon, people were usually too lazy or busy, so he might have some quiet time. Secondly, he worked tomorrow. He knew he wouldn't be working out if he had work and an audition for that play thing to go to.

The third reason was simple. Explosing-shooting Santa Clauses demanded a little sweat and iron and regularity just to clear his head a bit.

Seriously.

[[ yeah, it's open, of course. ]]

Little Dipper Campfire [evening]

Tue, 13 May 2008 22:18:35 GMT

Kaylee...was not the best cook. But! Given what she'd been able to scrounge up, sweet-wise, she was doing just fine, thank you. She'd managed to locate a fair amount of candy and fresh fruit, and while her attempts to roast things over the fire weren't going very well (gummi bears, it turned out, were kinda melty), she was determined to at least try everything.

[open, as these things are!]

Ursa Major Campfire; Tuesday Morning.

Tue, 13 May 2008 15:22:06 GMT

Yes, the senior cabin was twice as large as any of the other cabins, but there were also twice as many people inside, and so Adah found that she was rather quick to want to slip out from the confines of the cabin, into the rather nice morning, and find a small spot close to the campfire, in the grass, to sit and hope for quiet before the day's activities got too bustling and she might have to relocated with a bit of a limping voyage into the woods, or off the island, into Greece, which she liked but her body did not. The idle quiet was nice for perhaps five minutes; Adah then found herself getting restless, thinking about how much more productive she could be, should be, would be if she'd gotten her internship. She felt useless and bored, a book on her lap, and she started to read about various mutations and synthesis of hemoglobin structures and how to identify and perhaps even predict them, and what started out as being a quiet entertaining read was quickly turning into Adah furiously writing backwards notes in the margins, filling up every white space just as much as the spaces with text and pictures were filled.

Anything to make her feel like she just wasn't sitting there, idle, wasting precious time.

[[ open, of course. guess who has another day off -_- ]]

The Camp Gym; Tuesday Morning.

Tue, 13 May 2008 14:21:30 GMT

Another morning in the gym. Cal had a thought that if he kept it up like this, he might be overdoing it, especially when he considered the soreness tugging at his limbs with each small movement, but he also figured he had a class tomorrow and work Thursday, so that should make him slow down at least a little bit.

But he liked it. It was a good way to kill time that wasn't slowly killing him; it was a rare time when how his body felt matched the flow of hormones running through it. Simple, repetitive, almost mechanical movements, carefully sculpting out what for sixteen years he had no control over. And the work and the sweat and the physical strain put him in a better mood for the rest of the day.

So he was there. Another morning in the gym.

[[ open gym is open *pats the little obsessive one* ]]

Centaurus Campfire - Monday Late Afternoon

Mon, 12 May 2008 23:55:14 GMT

After Demyx and Naminé disappeared, Sora had been avoiding people but with everyone moved into the cabins and classes starting again, he couldn't really do that anymore.

He had to think on the brightside anyways there was always a chance that he'd see them again!! His world was funny like that at times.

Sora was happily poking at the capefire outside with fish roasting on sticks like he would do back on the beach at home. It really made it feel like summer for him.

[Open of course!]

Andromeda campfire, Monday evening

Mon, 12 May 2008 23:05:06 GMT

Jaina hadn't really had the concept of summer that most people had. There hadn't ever been a break from school for her, and half the time she'd be on a different planet that wouldn't even have proper summer weather. But not having classes till later in the week certainly helped with the summer feel, so that was why Jaina was starting a campfire, and wondering if she should have gotten marshmallows or something first. Oops.

[Open! It's my day off, I am enjoying it, dammit.]

Virgo Campfire, Monday evening

Mon, 12 May 2008 20:02:43 GMT

Dean had spent most of the day just hanging out, with a side trip to the library to make sure his geek of a brother remembered to eat lunch. Now that it was dusk, he was taking advantage of the camping and had started a fire in the cabin's firepit. He had marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate, yes, but he also had weiners and hot dog buns. In other words a full meal that can be cooked on sticks over flames.

The basics sometimes were the best.

[ooc: open like an open thing. now with campfire food to share!]

Scorpius Campfire, Monday after classes

Mon, 12 May 2008 18:54:27 GMT

Amber had every intention of curling up with a book before the fire, you know, being all peaceful like, but omg yay campfire! She made a quick ~~handwavy~~ run into town and grabbed a couple bags of marshmallows, and after another fifteen minutes or so, she found a few good sticks.

So there she sat, roasting marshmallow after marshmallow. "Oh my gosh, sticky little devils..." She only wished now she would have gotten chocolate bars and grahams. Man.

[It's open and stuff, yep!]

Lupus Campfire, Monday Afternoon

Mon, 12 May 2008 18:22:58 GMT

The afternoon had seemed as good a time as any for Reno to wander out to the campfire after making sure all his crap was still in place in his alcove. Paranoia meant that he was going to be taking extra measures this summer to make certain that his things didn't walk off on him. Not that there was anyone in particular who he had his eye on, really, but when you grow up in a 'take what you can get' atmosphere, sometimes it's tough to get your head around it. He missed having a single room with a lock on the door already.

Which was why, when he finally wandered out of his alcove and to the campfire, it was with an armload of bottles. Tequila, scotch, rum, and Everclear. The important things in life. The stuff he'd be choked over if anyone happened to snatch them. Sharing, he was good by. Sure, he'd share. Light up a fire and hoard his booze, but share, sure.

Ah, first day of classes, a campfire lit, a stash of booze by his side, and not a class for Reno to worry about.

He could live with that.

[Open for all you afternoon drinkers. Or whoever. <3]

The Camp Gym; Monday Morning.

Mon, 12 May 2008 15:52:27 GMT

It had been a bit of an effort, but Cal forced himself out of bed early that morning to get back on track of things. Well wrapped and with his loosely fitting clothes, he did a bit of stretching and then headed over to the little gym enclosure, spotting out some weights and hoping to get a really good set and workout in before he had to even start worrying about his workshop later on.

He didn't know exactly how he felt working out in a public spot like this, but maybe it would be early enough that the place didn't get much traffic. Maybe he should move his workouts to late at night. No one would workout at night, but then he lost the feeling he got throughout the day of having known he'd done the work and could feel out whether it was helping to make his body seem less...what he didn't want it to seem.

[[ this would be assuming there be weights and stuff like the school gym, la. Open, of course ]]

Draco Campfire, Monday Morning

Mon, 12 May 2008 13:45:51 GMT

Hinata, despite the fact that she had to live now with seven other people, was feeling more at ease. Yes, this wasn’t quite the same as mission back home, but a campfire at least held more than enough good memories of Kiba, of Shino, of Kurenai-sensei, that she didn’t feel quite so adrift at being here.

And Ino-san was around, that helped too. A familiar face, one that had always been kind enough to her.

She started a fire then sat close to it, feeding it twigs and thought about maybe, maybe going exploring later that day.

[Open as a campfire is!]