Claudia was out in front of her cabin with her easel and acrylic paints. And a raspberry beret (really. Raspberries on it and everything) on, just in case anyone was missing out on the fact that she was Being An Artist Now, Okay?

She was painting a still life of the camp. It was...pretty good.

[OOC: Open of course!]

It could probably be argued that the roof of the cabins wasn't the best place to be when your purpose for being up there was to consume as much of the bottle of Jack Daniels and two packs of cigarettes (mostly that latter although the former was probably a concern too) you'd brought up there with you, but shut up, she'd brought a soda can for an ( Read more... )

There was a huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1, because with a day free of classes, Francine had figured she might as well schlep her things over at a leisurely pace.

You know what wasn't in the huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1? The marshmallows. Or the Hershey bars. Or the graham crackers ( Read more... )