After his afternoon workshop Jamie settled down at the campfire ring with his encyclopedia and a cooler filled with cold drinks.

Any one who might pass by and say hello would no doubt be offered a lovely beverage.

[ooc: Open!]

Peter made a small fire in the Stickbug campfire and started to boil water for tea.  Yes, there was an easier way.  This just tasted better.

He also had cookies and marsmellows.  The breakfast of champions.

[OOC:  Open to any Stickbugs or passers-by of course]

The rain had made things quite messy outside of the Stickbug cabin. So muddy Jamie was slipping and sliding all over the place.

At first it was by accident. However judging by the fact that Jamie is now taking a running start and sliding face first over the slick muddy ground wooting in delight.

[ooc: Woot! Fun in the mud! Join in!]

After finishing up and sending off his article for the Hightimes, Peter walked out by the mightiest campfire in the land and took a seat. He started to juggle rocks. No, it wasn't terribly interesting, but it was a nice night to sit out and do anything to pass the time. So it worked for now.

[OOC: Open like a thing that is out enclosed by walls or ( Read more... )

Greg was there, and with him he had several packets and jars of various substances that looked like they might be unpleasant to eat or get in one's eye. They were labeled things like MgSO42− and Na2B4O7·10H2O.

He was also eating some marshmallows as he scorched them.

[Open, yay!]

John had snuck away from the campfire very sneakily like and had tiptoed back to investigate a certain cabin. Now, he's just waiting for someone else to show up after making a *handwave* call to him earlier this afternoon.

( And the visitor walks up... )

Peter had already packed for the weekend and was currently avoiding the annoying gnomes by staying on the ceiling. He was currently taunting them.

"Yeah, little guys. I'm up here, you're down there, you can't reach me. How do you like that, huh? Huh?"

He had been doing this for ten minutes and he wasn't sick of it yet.

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Anyone passing by Stickbug in the wee hours might notice quite a bit of pudding left around the cabin, a trail of which led back into the woods ( Read more... )

Tyler reclined on the couch, bouncing his basketball against the wall and catching the rebounds.

Well, most of the rebounds.

Some of the rebounds.

The thuds are probably pretty annoying.

[OOC: Open, of course.]

It's too hot for a fire, but the shade from some nearby trees and cooler full of drinks still makes the Stickbug campfire a very nice place to be.

Actually it would be a nice place to be anyway because Stickbugs rule.

But everyone knows that.

Jamie is sitting back enjoying a cool beverage and reading a book, but is immensely botherable.