Who: A girl and her pup.
What: THAT LOG I HAVE OWED FOR LIKE A WEEK. Acquiring bipedal motion.
When: uh let's say BACKDATED to September 26th
Where: Blue's room.
Warnings: Boobs.

( This is a trainwreck waiting to happen. )

Who: YOU, and you, and you.
What: SMASH ACADEMY AUTUMN CAMPFIRE
Where: Courtyard
When: September 23rd, evening.
Warnings: S'mores. Everywhere.

Come and all, Smash. It's a beautiful afternoon that turned into evening eventually. A slight chill was there, but it was the pleasant fall chill.

Bring your potatoes, marshmallows, meats...whatever the hell you wanna roast. It's a campfire bros.

Since it was all Garry's idea, he was the first there and he brought many sweet potatoes and marshmallows as he said he would. He started raking (and he really sucks at it, he's a weakling. If you're there early, maybe you oughta help).

Once we had a huge pile, it was time to set ablaze. With Garry's lighter, running lower and lower on oil, he made sure there was a protective barrier to make sure the fire didn't spread (a ton of rocks, maybe you helped with that too) and then...tada! We have a campfire.

Eat, roast, chat. DO WHATEVER.

[Set a time(s) your dude of choice was there, and mingle, mingle, mingle! Garry will be floating around too.]