JUNE EVENT: CAMP

[sailmods]

early on June 10th, Friday's morning announcements end with a request for everyone going on the latest excursion to meet her in the atrium. she seems in noticeably better spirits than she had been last time, and she leads them cheerfully to the tender. once they are all aboard, and the door is securely shut, the interior fills with gas, and, perhaps, their last thought before they slip into unconsciousness is "oh shit, not again."

passengers wake up on a rickety old school bus, driving down a dirt road surrounded by woods. what is it that they notice first? that, no matter what they were wearing before, they are now wearing a camp t-shirt and legitimately horrifyingly short shorts? the overstuffed backpack between their knees? the words "take one down and pass it around" dying on their lips? the fact that Friday is absolutely driving the bus?

or, maybe the fact that it's already slowing down, pulling up in front of a massive wooden sign, saying:

 

 

 

 

 

CAMP AION

when they get out of the bus, Friday is the one to divide them up into their cabin groups, and she is the one to give the counselors their very official-looking clipboards and whistles. she explains that they are in charge, and that she will be back to pick them up in a week, and... very little else. she responds to nothing outside of whatever is on her unseen little script, and she gets back on the bus shortly after, leaving them there.

welcome to camp. let's make some summer memories!

Comments

[millay]

Pirates. Maeve has a vague understanding of pirates from her coding. And the book she read on pirates when she couldn’t switch off enough for something resembling human sleep. “Hard to be a captain at all, I imagine.” She studies him a little closer. He’s nothing like the pirates in the book. Perhaps it doesn’t matter.

“Well, strangely, I’m not certain I’ve ever picked my own clothes before…” She can’t say Shogunworld. “Well, almost ever, honestly. Since starting work at the park and I was younger then.” She wasn’t. But she’s never going to age. She just wasn’t as old of a model then. “I am used to dressing more in line with that of a Madam of a brothel, to be honest.”

[mooninthewater]

It's unlikely that even Mizuki could last in the water in Zaun, realistically. The pollution would likely kill or mutate him, and considering he's already been through the second before…

"Oh! I'm not human. I'm an Aegir. They're a seafaring species of my world. More specifically, I'm a sea jelly~!" Though, obviously, he's lacking many of the qualities of one. He doesn't try to elaborate on it before moving on.

"But, yes, essentially~? I don't think anyone would try to start anything, but just in case, I would keep alert. Some people might be a little on edge and retaliate accordingly."

[saltwaterlungs]

"I fucking wish I was. But no, it's just been... weirdly, weirdly quiet. It's put me on edge."

Surely they wouldn't go the whole camp without someone getting murdered.

"I hate this fucking camp. There's too much dirt."

[treadwater]

Undine looks more closely at the style of the bracelet. "A kumihimo-style bracelet is probably the sturdiest type I know. The technique used to be used to make cords, instead of just bracelets. It might take longer and use more materials, though. But it's thinner, which might help you." You know, for the purpose of putting pressure on the right part, instead of having it spread across the width of the bracelet.

As for herself, she'll be fine if this turns into a fight. She already knows her powers still work--she splashed Watson just fine with a blorble, and that's all she needs to know she could drown someone again.

[saltwaterlungs]

"Why is your arrow looking at me," Darcy asks before she can consider if it's a good idea to ask.

"It's fine, though, you didn't hit me or anything. I didn't realise you did archery too."

[makesomedeals]

He tilts his head, he does in fact see it as a rabbit, so mission accomplished there.

"Oh, is that what all this is for?" He gestures to the things around them, going to the nearest bin and investigating what's in it. Looks to be sheets of foam pre-cut into various shapes.

"I'll admit that creating animals hadn't occurred to me." He picks out a bright orange sun and sets it on his palm.

[saltwaterlungs]

"It's the worst. All the brushing and the tangles and how greasy it gets. It's why I keep mine short now."

She demonstrates as asked, slowing down her own process, even as it makes her clumsier. Some things are hard to do at anything other than top speed.

"It's called a fishtail braid. Since it looks like a fishtail. There's other ways to do it but I just know this one, and it's not like that fucker left us any guide books."

[latersgators]

"I want to. I really do. But it might undermine your--" Caveman grunting ex-marine manliness if he's seen cuddling incestuously with his highly neurotic, sensitive twin.

"...air of authority." Let's go with that.

"And my cabin's a mess." There's a bear attacking a twink kind of mess and if Steven's not careful the bear might take this otter out too. "Miss Ava's either trying to get us killed or turn us against each other. I want to make sure the young lads are alright. If I bring the stick in, the bear might attack me with it."

[saltwaterlungs]

It's not really a question, her parent's pride. They're not effusive, or the kind to hang her medals up in the living room, but they've been supporting her in her sport for this long, they kind of had to be.

"Probably are," Darcy offers a weak half shrug. It's chill. She doesn't need a ticker-tape parade for all of her achievements, and her parents weren't going to give her one. Just coax her to reach higher and further.

Then the idea of telling her mother about this is raised, and Darcy laughs, sharp and sudden, before she can think better of it.

"No, absolutely absolutely not. It would turn her hair white. No, this like my ghost hunting goes in the 'don't tell mum' pile. I don't want to stress her out."

And it's not like her mother would believe her, anyway. Her mum still didn't believe she'd died.

[opheliac]

(there's a small flicker in her heart and then a quick look up to him in light disbelief. this...is so opposite of what she expected and from venti's words. jinx was fully prepared for her curse to just swoop on in and crash everything like it has been the last few months. but instead, he is still in front of her -- has yet to flutter away into thin air. not that he could do that but still.

she wets her lips hesitantly and she finds herself gripping a little tightly on the fabric of his shirt.)

Ekko, I... — I dunno if I'm capable of...

('love'. even she has to admit that she is a bit... much at times. and relationships are a strange concept to her. so jinx tries again with explaining:)

I mean, y'know, the whole. Uh. Girlfriend-y... thing. I-I don't think I can... do that? I'm not really made to do... that.

[secondtick]

He's the kid who broke time, he might seem confident, but it was confidence that was well earned. As for her just dumping the bag, it wasn't something that he'd expected, and his ages shows a little more at the way he tries to obviously ignore certain articles of clothing.

The knife was obviously something that would be helpful, the Maglite reminded him more of a club than anything, but there was a collapsible mess kit that had promise. A bit of paracord would come in handy for a few things, though Ekko did have his own bundle as well.

"Pull the pegs out of the frame of the pack. Then the frame can be pulled out until its time to go."

In a moment of need, they were rather conveniently sized and sturdy enough for self-defense. His had been an external frame so it was easy enough, but from what he'd seen others had different bags.

"Any supplies we want to keep safe can be put back in and go up in the rafters. Anyone looking for a quick target won't check there. They always go low, not high."

[mooninthewater]

[ It is funny to think there's a moon sized demon that was one day like "I got the moon munchies". He giggles a little and nods. He wonders what it's actually like to have four moons? Obviously there are planets he knows of that have many, many moons, but most of them don't have people living on them. He's incredibly invested in learning about the natural satellites that exist within his own galaxy back home, actually. He could probably start listing off random facts about random moons that he read in a book somewhere if someone let him. ]

Mmhm, so... [ Mizuki grabs one of Ebalon's hands and begins to use his finger to write letters into it. "Mizu" and "Tsuki" as he explains their meanings. ] "mizu" back in my country of Higashi means "water". "Tsuki" means "moon". So putting them together, [ He writes his name in katakana (ミヅキ) now. ] "Mi-(t)zu-ki"...

[ He looks up at Ebalon now, a very sweet smile on his lips and very soft, adoring eyes as he closes his hand around Ebalon's. ] How does it feel to have obtained something unobtainable, Dantalion~?

[saltwaterlungs]

Being in the same cabin as Undine was one of the few parts of the trip that was genuinely exciting. Darcy was never really invited over for sleepovers as a kid, her sport chewed up too much of her time, and then there was her status as a social pariah. Another instance where this place offered back an experience that had been taken from them.

"Do you want to go for a walk in them later? Once we work out if it's safe, obviously. I haven't really done a lot of hiking or anything."

[neverleave]

She calls herself a "viral servitor."

[He shrugs. What she does matters more than what she is.]

She has infinite copies, which is why she seems to be in several places at the same time. Original Friday has some personality of her own, [Enough to keep love letters and a gun with a single bullet in her desk drawer] but the ones you see on excursions don't think beyond what the captain tells them.

[treadwater]

"Even if it's not safe-safe, we're not exactly harmless. I say we do go." She grins at the thought. "It'll be nice to get away from everyone else, right?"

Not that the rest of the cabin isn't nice people, she's sure, but this will be their special thing.

[saltwaterlungs]

"Just don't actually tell the Captain that. He seems like the sort of asshole to gloat about it."

Sore winners; the worst kind of asshole. Not that Darcy would know anything about that. Darcy levies a kick at one of the rocks, just to see what it does. Rocks are presumably easy to model, and it just sort of... rolls, like a rock.

"Hiking fucking sucks. Why do people like, sign up to do this shit back home?"

[mooninthewater]

N-no, it is romantic, just... You know, with our positions, it's more embarrassing if you feed me than the other way around.

[ Is that true? It's probably not true. Mizuki is most likely just making shit up because he's already embarrassed just thinking about it. ]

[selenokinesis]

You'll have me until the sun no longer burns, my dear. I don't ever foresee myself wanting anyone besides you, and especially not to the degree I always want you.

[The perverse, fucked-up way where he wants Mizuki in the same way a snake wants a meal. An all-consuming desire to sink his fangs in and squeeze, to coil around Mizuki and lash out at anyone who might try to steal from him. While the relationship is no longer quite as predator-and-prey, it evokes the same feral feelings.

He only needs Mizuki and Mizuki should only need him. Others are merely obstacles to be done away with ere long.

No one loves Mizuki as much as Ebalon does. It's something he doesn't dare say aloud yet as long as Venti exists to try and contest that, but as always, it's the truth. He'll bide his time patiently until such time that he can whisper it against Mizuki's lips and claim him completely.]

[latersgators]

Steven tips his head and looks over the various options before he picks out a light shade of blue. He was drawn to the darker shade but it might be hard seeing what he's doing. For the first attempt he should try and make it easier for himself.

"Alright. I think I'll use this." He plucks a bit of tissue up and puts it in front of him.

"Stede? I'm Steven. Cabin 135, if... we ever make it back." He tries not to sound too pessimistic as he extends a hand and offers an accompanying tight-lipped smile.

[saltwaterlungs]

"Well yeah, obviously. We'll keep us safe."

There's so much to smile about there- the idea of getting to fight beside Undine, sharing a moment alone, being there while Undine experiences something new for the first time. She grins back, forgetting about the rest of the cabin for just a moment.

"It'll be fun."

[neverleave]

[Now the bear's waving at him with its gigantic, clawed paw. Screw this "slow and deliberate" bullshit then, Natsuno just pulls out the Glock 19 and aims it at the bear. The only reason he doesn't use the flamethrower is that it will probably hurt him too in this small space, and he really doesn't want to spend his evening regenerating from third degree burns.]

So that's the new game? [Yeah, he's still talking to the bear, and he sounds amazingly calm for a teenager facing a huge red-eyed predator with a gun that's probably too small to do any real damage.] The captain made you so we'd get mauled to death if we leave the stupid camp?

[It still smells like a dead body in here. Did someone get eaten already?]

[saltwaterlungs]

"Not really. I've never been big into art. I draw in class sometimes, but like, I'm not really good at it."

A small shrug. Darcy knows her strengths, and art is not one of them.

"Do you want to come sit with me and keep me company, after you find your ribbon? You can work on your diary and I'll keep making bracelets."

[justneedsomehelp]

"If we get the chance, we're gonna burn them." Oh, it's the worst fucking thing he's ever worn. He'll take Tommy Bahama any day and never complain again if it means he gets normal shorts to put on again.

"But hey, your ass doesn't look too bad in them," he jokes, mostly just to get Steven riled up over something other than blackouts or murder.

"C'mon. You wanna go check out the kitchens or what?"

[light_mischief]

He will never mind her coming to join him. Even as concerned for her well-being as he is, he's glad to see her safe and happy among the flowers. It all seems rather picturesque. (Which is one of the reasons Skulduggery doesn't trust any of it, not yet. He'll need at least another day with no bloodshed before he buys that this is all there is to it.)

"I see that. You've certainly found some pretty ones." He doesn't recognize them. The same can go for all the flora so far. "But I meant here, on the excursion. It very well may be dangerous here, Fio. I wouldn't like to see you get hurt."

He'd lose his mind if she got hurt, but that's beside the point. Most everyone at camp probably shares that same exact sentiment...

[saltwaterlungs]

[ She is absolutely not wearing whatever the powder blue monstrosity is at the bottom of her bag, even if they are long pants. ]

That seems like a really quick way to get a rash. Aren't there like, plants that make you itch and shit? Poison oak? I don't know what poison oak looks like. I could end up with poison oak plant pants.