#(fleece.event1)

[charlottejean]

“ every year i have to throw the best part of my grilled cheese into the fire --- y’know,  the nice golden part ? --- and my heart just cries.  i hope hestia likes the buttery side as much as the rest of us. ”

[holydov-e]

“Don’t you just love being back at camp?” Angela said, excited. They were far enough from the music to be able to hear each other without having to shout, but still being able to listen to the party that was going on a few steps from where they were standing. “I mean, I guess that if you are in camp during the whole year it isn’t a big deal, but It should be fun having all the campers back, plus the fun activities and...the parties.” 

The alcohol she had been drinking since the bonfire party started had finally reached her brain, and she had to put her hand on the other person’s shoulder to not fall. “Sorry, do you want some? It’s really soft, i’m just really lightweight with this kind of things, you know.” 

[nightsfell-blog]

      whispers trail behind like a long forgotten scent; permeating the air with mystery and longing. shadows dance beneath their feet, pulling and enticing all who surround them. braided tresses pulled away from her face, rings reflecting the light of the fire before her. obsidian eyes caress and unfurl the events around her, watching the other bodies around her carefully; observant and aware. though she appears as an enigma, a wallflower skirting around the edges of CHAOS, she’s fully immersed and intrigued in her fellow campers. onyx lacquered fingers curl around the neck of the bottle, a rhythm gently tapped against its glass. it isn’t until the person situates themselves next to her that she truly appears bothered.   ❛   what?  ❜

[joanmarkov]

@teddyforrester

" I feel like it’s too early in the summer to bitch about the loss of peace and quiet, “  joan griped as she sat herself down next to teddy, landing abrupt.  " especially since this, technically, a good time. just loud as fuck  ---  someone shouted in my ear, I swear, on purpose. “  despite the movements with which she’d sat next to teddy, joan’s limbs were loose, her hand holding a cup barely dangled over the ground. drinking it wasn’t a main priority, just yet.  “ nope. it was on purpose but it’s also too early to bitch. you good? “

[deacxns]

@adlermaia

deacon bumped his shoulder to maia’s, gesturing with his chin across the fire where some kids appeared to be hackeying a sack  ---  wayward cheering and bystanders getting too involved turning the action into a dangerous game. he leveled an even smile at his sister, cocking an eyebrow.  “ it feels kind of cruel to bet on their fun ...  especially on the first night. “  deacon shrugged before he leaned back and let the energy of the evening infect him with a good mood.  “ but I bet you their hackey sack gets tossed into the fire. “

[deacxns]

@ofpacificae

“ here, take my coat. ”  deacon said, giving sophia an apologetic smile. even the people not spiking their drinks had cups flowing, water bottles passed around to tamp down the heat that came from standing near a campfire for hours too long. it was only a matter of time before one over eager camper insisted to another camper with overly flailing limbs that no, really, I can catch it! and then proceeded to not catch it in the most spectacular way. he saw a few people get caught in the crossfire, and even deacon’s shoes got a little soaked through on the toes  ---  but it seemed fitting that the chaos had begun so early. he had turned to the person closest to him to offer the light jacket too; less a coat and more just another layer, but the word was out of his mouth before he checked it.   “ I’m not sure if that was water or not and it’s better to try and sop it up before you find out. ”

[joanmarkov]

@ofpacificae

“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything … ”  joan didn’t really know why she was so pliantly taking sophia to her favorite spot in the strawberry fields;  carved out perfectly for a nap during the day, joan figured she’d probably put a her - sized dent into it during the year, with nothing better to do, really. she was pleasantly drunk and had vague recollections of boasting of the spot to sophia and maybe two others when the fields came up, and upon what was likely no persuasion at all she was yielding like it was a grand acquiescence and leading the way, finger to her lips.  “ shh, though. like I said, it’s a secret spot. for naps only, and drinking too, now, since that’s probably what’s gonna go on now. “

[deacxns]

@rowanrichardson

“ I don’t know why we sing such horrible things to children, ”  deacon leaned conspiratorially towards rowan, lowering his voice in an attempt to spare the feelings of the younger campers near them. he had a feeling that this was a song of their own creation more than a thing that had been sung to them growing up  ---  or maybe the truly awful, grisly tune was a thing the camp had come up with itself years ago. either way, deacon wasn’t a fan of it.  “ that thing had no beat! and there was so much blood!  ”  he shrugged, moving away to glance towards the fire.  “  ---  it could use some work, not that anyone asked me. “