Gladys had lit the fire and was sitting near it, attention on the genet ( Read more... )

Jamie didn't expect it. One moment he was thinking about getting a cheesecake, the next thought was about it exploding then getting his hair dyed purple and suddenly Jamie was feeling a strong mixture of nostalgia and homesickness.

Which is why anyone coming by the Sirius Campfire ring will notice several dupes putting up a sign which read:
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Trenor was a very bored horse. Not that he wasn't being looked after properly, but he missed his person, and he was sick of his stall and his yard. So he'd escaped and wandered into camp, in hopes of finding someone to give him treats. When he sniffed at the odd rock near one of the cabins he got quite a surprise ( Read more... )

Gladys was sitting next to the Sirius steps, leaning against the Sirius cabin. Her hands were resting on her knees and she was staring at nothing, eyes flickering as she thought. It was surprisingly philosophical thought for a golem, flowing from her conversation with Jaina ( Read more... )

After a day spent frolicking in the Preserve with all her new friends, Giselle was almost sad to have woken back up as a girl.  But the sun was shining, and she'd made a lovely fire and even found some yummy breakfast food in the living room of the cabin.

Her friends - the squirrels and chipmunks and even a few teal deer - were still sitting around ( Read more... )

Gladys had spent another night watching the stars. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but... "Why Am I A Pony?"

She was, indeed, a pony, and a rather perplexed pony, at that.

Classes were going great, so John was rewarded himself by chilling out in front of a blazing fire, attempting to make a fire pie grilled turkey sandwich.

There were moddable ingredients available to anyone who happened by the campfire, especially Sirius residents. Well, most Sirius residents.

[ooc: open like a campfire]

The Sirius campfire was lit and burning merrily. Gladys was standing nearby, arms hanging, the glow in her eyes banked, as she waited for something that needed to be done.

Apart from setting up the fire, she hadn't moved since last night.

[ooc: Sirius campfire is serious. Err, open. And it was TOTALLY never in the wrong journal. Honest.]

Gladys had lit a campfire. She didn't get cold -- even if she did, it was probably too warm to need one -- nor did she eat or drink, so it wasn't really of any use to her ( Read more... )