John had the gym all set up for the first real Flag Football practice.  He hoped people had gotten their voicemails or heard the radio broadcast (but not the Bo Peep bit).

John had set up a table with more copies of his handout.  Two crates were on the gym floor: one containing dozens of footballs, and another with flag belts and red and yellow ( Read more... )

A little research and a quick shopping trip (which he probably shouldn't have taken, since now his back was hurting a little bit) had netted Anders a nice cast-iron Dutch oven. Said Dutch oven had then been cleaned and seasoned, and was now nestled comfortably in the coals at the Salamander cabin campfire, a six-cupcake baking tray filled with ( Read more... )

This was the first ever Flag Football information session and practice.  John and Molly set up all the necessary equipment in the camp gym.  There was a handout by the door explaining what flag football was and the overall rules.

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After everything that had happened tonight, the chances of Shawn actually being able to sleep any time soon was slim to none.

Which is why he was sitting out at the main campfire poking idly at the flames. He felt a lot more comfortable now he was pretty damn sure the place was free of crazed axe murderers, at least.

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Savannah had -- for once -- woken up early. Quickly realizing that her being restless in the cabin might irritate her cabin mates -- and the new friends she was making -- she had opted for ducking outside the cabin with her leather bound journal and a book. Thankfully, she had chosen one of the grimoires that she and Paige had put a book cover, ( Read more... )

It didn't take long to get from Jack's room to the common room if you were running really, really fast, and he and Sam pelted through the door at exactly the same time.

Jack dropped her hand and danced a little dance of triumph. "Told you you weren't faster than me!"

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Only more than slightly gleeful that he only had one final left - and that he'd survived (barely) Engineering, Peter set up the Coffe - And Tea - Cart in the 5th Floor Common Room.

He put up a sign saying "Good Luck on Your Finals" and sat at a table studying.  Except it looked less like studying and more like playing with Play-Doh he'd found tucked ( Read more... )

Okay, so: she'd made several dozen cookies last night, and she had actually followed the recipes for once instead of just making things up as she went along. So they weren't, say, Surprise Cookies, but they should be edible, which ... surprise cookies sometimes weren't ( Read more... )

Peter was down in the lobby bright and early to set up the tables for Prom ticket buying and Prom Court nominations.

He eyed the glitter worriedly but sprinkled it around the table and over the Venetian masks.

Then he sat behind the table with a list of juniors and seniors (because heck if he knew what classes people were in) and realised he hadn ( Read more... )

Gwynn was dressed in her best dress and her hair was carefully done. There was no sign of her usual leather wear or her boots. In fact, there was nothing with her that even looked like she was the daughter of Robin Hood. She was sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up under her and she was reading what might have been a magazine. From the ( Read more... )