The cabins were mostly quiet. It was incredibly late Friday night--technically very early Saturday morning--and by this time, both the most of the righteous and unrighteous had finally found their beds--well, theirs or someone else's ( Read more... )

Karla put the finishing touches on the party preparation. She was glad she'd given herself extra time to set up; she'd had to do everything by hand. Even most basic Craft was beyond her, other than being able to occasionally call in or vanish small items. How the hell did landens manage? The only way she'd finished on time was because a few ( Read more... )

While he was getting pretty damn tired of the whole cabin thing, Chuck would have been stupid not to take advantage of an already lit fire and the new bag of marshmallows he found in the kitchen. He wasn't quite sure who kept buying the marshmallows but Zefron bless them ( Read more... )

Anyone coming across the campfire today would find Layla sprawled out on a blanket as she traced a convuluted route on a map of the Northeastern part of the United States. She was lying on her stomach with her feet up in the air as she munched on a snack of raisins and goldfish crackers ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Karla grinned at everyone as they arrived, doing her best to look excited about them being there and not at all nervous. She was used to appearing in public and whatnot, wasn't she? Of course she was--ignoring the fact that the last time she'd done so, she'd been nine. Details. And it wasn't like she had anything to prove to anyone. Really ( Read more... )

Agnes had had an easy time of moving to the cabins, not having much in the way of of stuff to carry, and so she'd started the campfire early and watched the other students as they carried their things in.

She'd bought a lot of chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers for those uniquely Fandom "s'mores", and had plenty to share.

Merlin may not have been as bouncy as the last person to lead a reserve this week, but he was at least energetic. In a far more British way.

There were varieties of tea. New doors opened to him there ( Read more... )

Agnes didn't really consider herself much good in the kitchen. On the other hand, she was from Lancre, and female, so she was WAY more than adequate. Tonight, for whatever reason, she was puttering around in the kitchenette with a cookbook propped open on the counter and humming to herself ( Read more... )

Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all ( Read more... )