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Okay, I'll do that

Is that a suggestion or a question?

Okay, so all the girls cabins are full, what should we do? Should we create another cabin, or just add a few more spots onto each existing cabin?

((Soooo sorry for the long wait, my computer wasn't - ah - available for a little while...))

Borealis nodded vigorously and shot a look over at Farah. "Farah? I'm tired, and I'm sure you two don't need to be watching over me in this cabin, I'd hate it if I was keeping you awake....I'll be fine, I promise."

Alexis wrote: "Rubyfirewoods12=^.^= wrote: "Could you please add more description in the history on her life before her mother died, and perhaps the small bit of between when she died and when she found the camp"..."

Thanks! APPROVED and Cabin Slipper :)

XD Kaitlyn since you're a mod you don't have to wait for your characters to be approved :)

But yeah, she is in Cabin Slipper

Kay-o

((Yay, great okay))

"Oh..." Borealis fell back into awkward silence.

Borealis shot a nervous look at the two of them, unsure of what to do or what they were going to do. Darley looked ready to slice Farah's head off, and Farah was staring right back, eyes narrowed.

((Is that like their characters? If it isn't, or you, like, don't want me to put that I can take it out, I just thought I needed some visual for the next part...))

"Hey, um, okay, calm down, we've just - we've just all had a rough night, and I nearly killed myself, apparently, so, um, why don't we just forget about this whole ordeal, I'll go to my cabin-" He shot another look around the cabin, as if there were still girls hiding behind the curtains or under the beds, "-and you two go to yours, and we figure this out in the morning, huh? I can manage until then, I'm practically covered in the rose-berry stuff."

Laili grinned. "I like that, I'll have to remember it..." Hey, it's getting late, maybe we should head back?" Judging my the fast coming darkness, Laili figured it was about 6:30, 7:00ish, and she'd had a small lunch, so she was famished. All the running didn't help, either.

"Hi Blythe, nice to meet you..." Elmon watched her take a sip of her smoothie, and judging by the expression on her face it must have been pretty good. He glanced down wistfully at a suddenly-not-so-appealing-getting-colder-by-the-minute mug of coffee.

At her question he looked up with a start. "Oh, yeah, well I'm actually from Jersey - uh, New Jersey, but I came here when my dad died, so, yeah I'm a permanent resident - for now, at least." He smiled wryly, then said after a moment, "You don't sound like you're from around here, what is that, British? Australian? I can never get those two right, they sound so similar...to me, anyways..." He thought for a moment, then decided to just wait her her to respond, he'd talked enough.

((Kay thx))

Elmon looked up with a start, seeing a girl about his age looking down at him. "Um, what?" He said dumbly, then her words computed. "Oh, yeah sure, why not...let me just...there, here ya go..." He hastened to straighten the table and pull the mug of hot warm coffee closer to him.

The girl was tall, or at least seemed to be until she sat down, when she was about his height. She had chocolate brown hair that was slightly wavy, and sharp green eyes. In her hand was what looked like some sort of berry smoothie, like raspberry or strawberry, very unlike his strictly black coffee which clouded the whole table in the scent of fresh coffee beans. Must not care too much for coffee, huh he thought to himself, before saying: "Hi, I'm Elmon, you?"

((what color are her eyes?))

Elmon was sitting, biting his lip and staring at the wall beside his table, a full cup of coffee sitting beside him, untouched. Earlier that day he had spoken with Doc, the Camp's doctor, and he'd told him what exactly was wrong with the trees in the Forest. There were splotches of black rotting all over their trunks, and it was worrying Elmon terribly. He wanted to help, but so far he'd come up with nothing. Even the Doc didn't know what exactly it was that was eating away at their bark.

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Shima wrote: "Your choice."

How about the Coffee Shop?

"Rosemary? Is that what that is? Huh..." He sniffed, then shrugged.

"Oh, right..." he looked down at his hands with a wrinkled nose. "Does it have to smell so bad?"

Borealis gave Darley a funny look, as if he hadn't expected or understood why she'd done that, then looked over at Farah at her comment. "Yeah, I think that could have been it...do you have any more of that ointment stuff, my palms are burning hotter than the sun right now."

Cool, sure where?