It was the last night in the cabins and with the sun setting, it was also much cooler outside.

Donnie wandered out from the cabin and built up a fire with a bit of work, then sat back to enjoy the night with a bag of marshmallows and room for any one who stopped by to have a seat.

[OOC: Open to anyone who's awake!]

Karal stumbled out of the cabin. His head was pounding, his stomach was rolling, and his mouth felt as it had been stuffed full of cotton. It was not a good morning ( Read more... )

There were clouds scuttling across the sky as Karal sat on the cabin steps, yawning while he considered what he'd brought outside with him ( Read more... )

He'd been warned about gremlins and monsters and all manner of strangeness. Pity no one had thought to warn Karal about the weather. If they had, he might have done something besides watch in fascination as the snowflake slowly drifted out of the sky and landed on the tip of his nose ( Read more... )

The fire was lit and crackling cheerfully - not that it was particularly cold, but there was something strange in the air tonight and Karal had wanted a fire.

He was leaning against a log, staring into the flames, while Altra sat on the log behind him, watchful and wary. With no idea about the radio, and his mun's limited availability solitary ( Read more... )

One workshop on explosions, one more day spent avoiding Luke and Gavin's back at the campfire. He's not hiding this time, but he's still prepared to run should anyone mention quarters or tigers or 'angels ( Read more... )

Karal was lying on his back, staring up into the sky, arms folded under his head. The star map he'd been given in class was spread out on the ground nearby, and Altra was standing over it.

"Which one next?"

Altra peered at the map, then up into the sky. :Hmm, try for Hercules.:"All right." After several minutes scanning, he pointed. "There ( Read more... )

Being inside the cabin means he can't run away should anyway try to tease him. Being outside, at least, means he can try and run away. Still, it's not like either option is good ( Read more... )

The fire was burning nicely, even though it had taken Kou far more matches to light it than he would probably admit. He prodded at the fire with a long stick, waiting until the stick was on fire and then pulling it out to wave it around. Because flames on a stick is somehow fascinating ( Read more... )

Donatello had a pencil, a notebook he usually reserved for sketching diagrams or writing down new project proposals, and enough boredom to be coming up with glitter-throwing test ideas. Not that he expected to use them himself (whether or not it worked on turtles as well as humans), but it was something to do while he didn't have a computer.

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