Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

[deandestroyer.livejournal.com]

Around dinner time on Friday, the main campfire was transformed. Leis and grass skirts were available to all. A pig was roasting kabobs. There was Hawaiian music playing from somewhere. There was also a limbo stick of doom. If you lost, you died.

Okay, that was just Drax's hope. He couldn't make it happen in reality. Woe.

[OOC: FRIDAY SPECIAL EVENTS BEGIN ANEW! Students, instructors, and townies are all welcome.

Also, I turned off notifications, zomg.]

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Re: Buffet Table

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

It took Conner a little while to parse that statement. "You're serious, aren't you?" he asked incredulously, before falling back on a reliable standby of a response:

"Okay, whatever, dude."

Re: Buffet Table

[multiplez]

"I know an alien that eats garbage. I've had enough of gross." Z rolled her eyes fondly. "Yeah, whatever."

Re: Buffet Table

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Shouldn't that make you build up a resistance to gross, then?" asked Conner, who had at least fished a napkin out of his pocket to wipe his mouth on, instead of using his sleeve.

Re: Buffet Table

[multiplez]

"You would think, but no." Well, that was a mercy, at least.