Snow Monster Living Room, Sunday Evening

Jack didn't mind being in the cabins again, though if he'd been asked (which he hadn't been) he would have told you he was perfectly happy finishing his time on the island in his dorm room. Still, he'd slept in worse places than a functional campsite with perhaps a touch less privacy than Jack would find ideal, so he couldn't get too upset.

After he'd unpacked the possessions he brought with him and written his nightly note to Sebastien, he found himself at loose ends but not quite inspired enough to start a campfire. Bored and restless, he set to poking about the tiny kitchenette in the cabin. There wasn't much there, but he did unearth a box of microwave cake batter that looked as if it might produce an edible product. He found a bowl, a measuring cup and oil, and started following the box directions.

Bad cake, in Jack's worldview, was much better than no cake at all.

[OOC: Open to cabinmates and visitors.]

Snow Monster Living Room, Sunday Evening

Jack didn't mind being in the cabins again, though if he'd been asked (which he hadn't been) he would have told you he was perfectly happy finishing his time on the island in his dorm room. Still, he'd slept in worse places than a functional campsite with perhaps a touch less privacy than Jack would find ideal, so he couldn't get too upset.

After he'd unpacked the possessions he brought with him and written his nightly note to Sebastien, he found himself at loose ends but not quite inspired enough to start a campfire. Bored and restless, he set to poking about the tiny kitchenette in the cabin. There wasn't much there, but he did unearth a box of microwave cake batter that looked as if it might produce an edible product. He found a bowl, a measuring cup and oil, and started following the box directions.

Bad cake, in Jack's worldview, was much better than no cake at all.

[OOC: Open to cabinmates and visitors.]