Campgrounds, the very wee hours, Tuesday Night/Wednesday Morning.

[socksofcool]

Moving through the darkness were several figures. Figures with a plan. With a mission.

Figures who weren't going to take it anymore.

Figures on a mutiny.

A naked mutiny.

[For those who know who they are. Feel free to WTF as the mutineers pass through the campground, though.]

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Minotaur Cabin

[notajar]

Door is up early sending a handwavy, oh so handwavy message home about having moved out to cabins, so she's leaning out the window of Minotaur Cabin watching Chimney fly off when the Mutineers of Nudinousness pass by.

"Seely!" she calls cheerfully, and waves. "Happy Birthday!"

Re: Minotaur Cabin

[notajar]

"And King Peter!"

Re: Minotaur Cabin

[socksofcool]

"Speaking of," Seely said. "If you happen to run into anyone named Aravis, could you maybe, I don't know, not let her know about the thing that happened, please."

Re: Minotaur Cabin

[notajar]

Door starts to ask Which thing that happened then realizes that would be STUPID because if he tells her, she'll feel honor-bound not to. "Sure. No problem."

If she happens to run into someone named Aravis, there are plenty of things that happened that she can not mention.

Re: Minotaur Cabin

[socksofcool]

"Thanks, Door," Seely said, grinning. "You're the best."