Main Campfire, Tuesday evening
Johnny wasn't minding yurt life too much, but he did have to admit that he was kind of out of his groove. Between regular trips back to New York as an excuse for mun absence, ahem and just generally not being as social as usual, he felt like he needed to do something to get his groove back.
So he grabbed some marshmallows and a crude, quickly made sign. The marshmallows were for roasting (something he did in his hand but others might do on the campfire). The sign was for posting.
It read:
Summer is Half Over!
Let's Remember the First Half Fondly!
Saturday Night!
6th Floor Common Room Party!!
With that job done, Johnny got back to roasting the marshmallows in his hands. He was definitely a city kid, but fire codes generally frowned on doing stuff like this, so the outdoors had their delicious silver linings.
[OOC: Open, naturally. And let this serve as a reminder of the party this weekend ahead of Not-So-Final Destination!]
So he grabbed some marshmallows and a crude, quickly made sign. The marshmallows were for roasting (something he did in his hand but others might do on the campfire). The sign was for posting.
It read:
Summer is Half Over!
Let's Remember the First Half Fondly!
Saturday Night!
6th Floor Common Room Party!!
With that job done, Johnny got back to roasting the marshmallows in his hands. He was definitely a city kid, but fire codes generally frowned on doing stuff like this, so the outdoors had their delicious silver linings.
[OOC: Open, naturally. And let this serve as a reminder of the party this weekend ahead of Not-So-Final Destination!]