[day in the life? talk amongst yourselves? spam if you wanna.]

[worthtempting]

[in that oft-used 'open space somewhere near the middle of camp' suddenly appears a girl, who is curled up pretzel-like in a sleek, comfortable looking chair. she has a laptop, a cup of tea, and is reading this book. she also looks really surprised to be outside. feel free to come bother her]

[[ooc: camp has decided that Sophie needs more sun!

Comments

[its_the_cape]

*sparkling by.*

[runningmouth]

Tim. Cake. Give.

[its_the_cape]

Uhm, I don't think I have any fit for a horse.

[runningmouth]

I want cake with cookies on top. Do it and I won't mentioned the sparkles.

[wily_serpent]

[ttly flopping on yr chair]

Reacquainting yourself with the sun, pet?

[worthtempting]

[ttly accomodating you. also laughing]

Hello, angel. Your chair and I were kidnapped by camp. You ought to have a talk with it about that.

[wily_serpent]

That's not the same chair that was turning tartain every time Aziraphale walked by, is it?

[worthtempting]

No, this is the one I usually sit in. It's always been so good before.

[tapping his leg with her book] I'm almost finished.

[worthtempting]

Hello, Starfire. Thank you.

[worthtempting]

[taking a cookie, then]

What have you been up to lately?

[get_threshed]

*a jacuzzi lands nearby, filled with lots of bubbles and one very startled young woman*

... ah.

[worthtempting]

...sister.

You probably won't be able to get up.

[get_threshed]

*quickly gathering up bubbles into acceptable positions*

I am not certain that I want to get up.

[worthtempting]

Granted. Camp does things like this. Apparently it thinks we ought to get out more. In your case, though, it certainly could have had better timing.