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midnightwitch ([info]midnightwitch) wrote in [info]paradisolog,
@ 2016-04-18 09:54:00
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WHO: Bonnie & Melissa
WHERE: Camp Gardens
WHEN: Monday Morning
WHAT:  Getting the lay of the land
WARNINGS: none so far
STATUS: Incomplete

You got to pick up every stitch
must be the season of the witch



True to her word, Bonnie was up with the sun. Partly out of excitement, partly because the door faced the rising sun and light flooded the small shelter she'd built. Okay so maybe the door placement wasn't the most thought out. Of course, she could always move her sleeping space to the side as well. Oh well, things to think about. This place was giving her a ton to think about. Like matresses, and pillows, and a change of clothes!

Since she had none of these things she headed to the small pool to wash up and refresh for the day. She had plans for the day and she was raring to go. She liked keeping busy and being useful. Okay so she sometimes regretted it when all she was, was useful. She got a little resentful, but it was different here. EVERYONE was working to be useful. That was the point. It wasn't just depending on one person and ignoring them otherwise, it was working together. She liked that.

Once she was washed up and shivering a tad from the cool water, she pulled her hair back and tied it off with a string she stole from her hoodie. Which, she only slipped on over her jeans and tee because of how chilly she was with the cold water. Heading into the main camp she found something to drink and some directions from a helpful young man before heading to the gardens. She didn't see anyone around yet so she dipped down to run fingers over leaves and assess the plants. So far, it was a pretty decent garden. It had plenty of variety and oddly she wondered about adding some flowers. There were flowers that could be useful and some more color was always welcome.


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