fandomtownies | Old Campground in the Preserve; Late Saturday Afternoon into Evening [06/08].

This was something Wayne had been planning to do for a while now, but this seemed to be the only time both the weather and the island had cooperated enough to allow for it. It was better this way, really, since it meant he'd had a few more weeks to accumulate a few shirts that needed to be destroyed an account of the fact that there was now glitter basically seeped into the very fibers. Once there was glitter, there was no hope of getting it out, might as well trash the shirts, no need to fuss, he bought them in bulk anywaaaay.

So he went out and found that campfire spot he remembered seeing back when that so-called Wilderness class was learning how to use their fucking compasses with a smoke, a six pack of Puppers (seems that store here really did sell pert'near everything, except he didn't remember seeing any duct tape), a folding chair to sit on, and a nicely roaring, slightly glittery fire in the pit, nice and well fed from a healthy dose of flannel shirts.

He'd have made a proper bush party out of it, but fucked if he was going to make flyers. And normally, he'd put it up on Facebook, but he didn't have anyone's Facebook and fuck Facebook anyway.

Wasn't so bad just sort of sitting and listening to the conversations all the bugs and nocturnal critters in the woods were having right then, either, really. Even better when he was recording those conversations to send on over to Katy.

What the fuck kind of school are you even going to, big brother??

Good question, there, Katy-kat. Good question.

[[ work is trying to kill me! send help! Open solo bush party is oooopeeeen! ]]

[[update: there is literally a guy in our parking lot right now playing "Despacito" on an accordion. What IS today???]]