Squirrel Campfire area, Friday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia lay stretched out on the grass, watching the sky for breaks in the clouds so she could pretend they made shapes.

On the one hand, Constant Vigilance seemed like it would be a good class, and she was pretty sure that the Doctor might be the coolest teacher since Mac left. She idly wondered if she could call the Doctor "Doc". Also, she was

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[sogothcally]

Cally wandered over to the campfire and curled up, her knees against her chest. "Hey everybody," she said, somewhat quietly.

[nadiathesaint]

"Hey." Nadia smiled, but it went away quickly and she sat up. "Are you okay?"

[sogothcally]

"Bad dream," she said. "Really, really, bad dream."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia winced. She could empathize with that. "Want to talk about it, or just pretend it didn't happen?"

[cyclopeanmerc]

Pip walked up in a French Flag toga and holding some red, white, and blue body paint. "Does anyone want to help me paint my body the colors of the French flag?"

[walter_n_wires]

"I'll leave that for someone else," Walter said, holding up his hands in a warding gesture.

[cyclopeanmerc]

"Preferably not you," Pip agreed. "It would go against the holiday."

[walter_n_wires]

"It's not as though I'm a French aristocrat," Walter said, seized by some perverse need to argue.