There was a fuzzy, emo little frog by the dormant campfire, softly strumming his banjo and drowning his sorrows with music.

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Jim was Disgruntled. He went through all the trouble of getting himself detention to prove a point and the - teacher couldn't even be bothered to follow through.

Thus, Disgruntled.

He was prodding at the dead fire with a stick and brooded thought.

[[Open, as these things are.]]

After her first workshop and a full day of work, Lana just wanted to sit down and put her feet up. It was too nice to sit inside in the tiny alcove she and Jim were in so she decided to go outside. She brought some soda and some stuff to nibble on out to the firepit and made herself comfortable.

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Robin sat perched on a log near the fire circle, playing Rocket Man on his weetiny banjo. He didn't know all the words though so he was just playing.

He hoped to meet more interesting people today.

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Lana had woken up early so she'd gotten some stuff together and headed out to the cabins to claim a spot for her and Jim. She walked into Minotaur and dropped their stuff in B3 and B4, figuring they could sleep in B3 and leave most of their stuff in the other room ( Read more... )