Winchester/Fairfield Expedition - Camping

[not_mafia]

[After a long day of traveling over the hilly, grassy grounds of Nostos after a quick trip in the TARDIS, the sun is slowly starting to inch its way down to the horizon, the light catching on the clouds and making quite a spectacular sunset view. It's time to halt the traveling and rest the animals, get those tents pitched and crack out the canned foods. You're pretty deep into the Dead Zone, now, and stretched before you are rolling plains, with the only foliage being the golden grasses and some shrubbery. The air seems quite a bit warmer than it was in Paradisa as well. It is not an empty plains, though; buffalo roam the area, generally pretty tranquil as they graze on the grasses, sometimes lifting their heads to look curiously at the residents. Well. If they had eyes, that is.]

CAMPFIRE | TENTS | THE GROUNDS | THE BUFFALO

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[pompous_today]

[For Simon, the trip had been rather uneventful. Despite not being an outdoorsy type, he and his family had gone camping (and he and River had slept inside a tent in the yard) enough times to where he had little trouble getting things set up. Of course, the tents were far more low-tech than he was used to, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he'd expected.

That task done, he stood back and blew out a breath, wiping his forehead before sitting down to inspect his med kit for the dozenth time.]