#cabin a

[jeroenapers]

Cabin A in het Canadese Petite-Rivière-Saint-François, ontworpen door Bourgeois/Lechasseur architectes.

[stunninginteriors]

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✨  Cabin A ‘by ©️  Bourgeois & Lechasseur architectes (Canada)

𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘤, 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢 / ©️ 📷 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵

"... 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘪𝘴  & 𝘓𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘈 ` 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 12 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 20 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘓𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘬𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘤, 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵-𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵. " 

[hpstud]

Shibe Intro

Shibe woke up feeling a bit stiff--probably because he had fallen asleep in costume. Wait, why had he slept in his costume, anyway? He sat up and stretched, taking a moment to realize he had absolutely no idea where he was. It seemed like some kind of cabin, but he should be at school, not camping! 

"Well, better go figure it out~" He said to himself, hopping out of bed and humming. He walked out of the room to start wandering around. Surely there'd be someone around who knew what was going on.

[hpstud]

Michio read over the note he found attached to his dorm room door. This camp was...so jarring and conflicting to him, they were suppose to be killing each other... yet the person...bear asking them to do this was also planning party's and other things? The idea left him with a headache. He sighed a little deciding it would be safer to be where everyone else was and headed into his room to put on his swim shorts left for him...of course they were too short on him and left a rather embarrassingly large portion of his upper legs naked. He threw clothes over top of his swimsuit deciding he wouldn't show it off until the last possible moment, and with that he headed off to the lake feeling nervous about people seeing him half naked... 

[hpstud]

Tsubasa could only frown at the letter before he ripped it off his door and balled it up. Why on early would he *want* to go to a lake party? Just the thought made him grimace - being so fair skinned, he burns far too easily to be exposed... not to mention he never exactly learned how to swim when he was younger. Of course, he didn't want to find out the consequence for not arriving. A sigh passing through his parted lips, he wandered over to his bed, snatching his parasol up from beside it. If he *had* to go, he certainly wasn't going unprotected. Perhaps he should ask Miyaru if he were going before he strolled out... it couldn't hurt. He'd rather not be there completely alone, he could already feel a rather intense loathing from the majority of the camp as is.

The chef slung his parasol over his shoulder before he strolled back across the room and to his door, stepping out and toward Hoshi's room. From what he could tell, so far at least, Miyaru didn't completely hate him. Not yet at least, granted he was quite kind to the younger. And he, of course, had no reason to dislike the other aswell. He was quiet, well-mannered, even if it seemed like he was immensely shy. Well, as long as he didn't act like a bumbling fool, Tsubasa could tolerate it. Finding his way to Hoshi's room, he took his parasol, tapping on the door twice with the handle.