[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Not wholly thrilled to be back at the cabins after a night in the dorms with Veronica, Archie was sitting outside at his cabin's campfire putting the rigging on his new model frigate.

Laid out on a piece of cardboard beside him was the carefully carved and painted binnacle that, per the odd superstition he'd developed, would be the last piece to get attached to the ship. As soon as the rigging was complete, the binnacle would get glued on and his miniature HMS Mars would be done.

He thought it might make a nice birthday present for Veronica.

[OOC: Here for several people particularly, but open!]
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
". . . and that's how you GET TO LLAMA SCHOOL!"

*beep beep*

". . . and that's how you GET TO LLAMA SCHOOL!"

Yes, Archie was playing with his phone again. And he already had far too many gratuitous pictures of the campsite on it. Really, he ought to have been working on his photography assignment, but he was done with workshops until Monday and anyway, the camera didn't play the llama school song. This was more fun.

Luckily, he wasn't so distracted by the phone that the bacon and eggs he had going in a pan over the fire were going to burn. But he'd probably drive anyone within earshot insane with that ringtone if nobody stopped him.

[OOC: Open, verily. He'll totally share food.]
[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com
Sawyer was bored and he missed Tempe more than he could think of putting into words. He was lounging on the couch of a very empty common room right now, looking through a 'Campers Guide' magazine.


[[ Open ! Come bug him or something. ]]
[identity profile] 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.]
[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com
Sawyer had gone and bought some nice breakfast food for his non-existant cabinmates, he had spent some money on some nice doughnuts, some biscuits, orange juice and breakfast sausages if you wanted to cook them over the fire. Now all he needed was...people to eat this crap. Sighing, he plops himself down by the campfire and starts cooking a sausage.




[[ Open ! Open ! Open ! ]]

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