Very Late Thursday, Stickbug Cabin
It was late. Very, very late.
The men of Stickbug had either done manly things all day that made them very tired, or were at least faking it. Tyler, the two Peters, Charlie, Jamie, Greg, Cameron and John all snored away soundly in their alcoves.
Sleep. It's where they are vikings.
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The men of Stickbug had either done manly things all day that made them very tired, or were at least faking it. Tyler, the two Peters, Charlie, Jamie, Greg, Cameron and John all snored away soundly in their alcoves.
Sleep. It's where they are vikings.
[OOC: For the foul Meerkat invaders, who have full modding rights. I have comment notifications turned off on this, so ping me on AIM if you need anything.]