Main campfire, Saturday morning
Nadia leaned back against one of the logs around the main campfire site, though there was no campfire lit at the moment, because, hey, day time. She had her guitar in her lap and was working on the fingering for U2's "One" . . . and admiring the camp's newest flag on the flag pole: a lovely pair of linen legging style underpants. She wondered when Principal Washburn would find her presents.
And the radio hadn't reported a damned thing.
In celebration, she had a box of donuts from J,GoB, perfect for sharing with other underwear-flag admirers.
It was good to be a squirrel.
[ooc: open for interaction. Come on over, have donuts, and salute English Peter's shorts.]
And the radio hadn't reported a damned thing.
In celebration, she had a box of donuts from J,GoB, perfect for sharing with other underwear-flag admirers.
It was good to be a squirrel.
[ooc: open for interaction. Come on over, have donuts, and salute English Peter's shorts.]