Pangolin Campfire, Thursday Early Afternoon
The temperature is in the mid-eighties today even though it seems to be overcast and thunderstorms are threatening, but Anders has a small blaze going at his cabin's campfire. He's sitting, cross-legged, a little closer to the fire than should be strictly advisable, with a notebook in his lap and a large mug of coffee on a flat rock beside him. A tray of cupcakes is sitting on a nearby log -- covered, of course, as he's not that stupid that he'd forget to keep the bugs away from perfectly yummy baked goods.
Every few minutes he tears a page out of the notebook, crumples it up, and tosses it into the fire; when it's burned to ashes he slowly tears out another one and does the same thing. Once every five pages or so, he takes a bite of cupcake, too.
[OOC: Open for SP interaction, but if I disappear I got saddled with another Big Project That Must Be Done By Noon or something. Slooooooowplay after 12 noon until about 6 PM PST, though.]
Every few minutes he tears a page out of the notebook, crumples it up, and tosses it into the fire; when it's burned to ashes he slowly tears out another one and does the same thing. Once every five pages or so, he takes a bite of cupcake, too.
[OOC: Open for SP interaction, but if I disappear I got saddled with another Big Project That Must Be Done By Noon or something. Slooooooowplay after 12 noon until about 6 PM PST, though.]