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

[worthallthis]

Sarge is not enjoying himself so far. His legs are fucking bare and his shoes are not proper combat boots and there are fucking plants everywhere. He might not have any real memories of forests, but the feeling they're giving him is not pleasant. He's somewhere found a blanket and has that draped over his shoulders, at least, but there's not much he can do about his knees.

He's also hiding from people out by the lake, because if there's no people there's no one who can see him with so few clothes on.

Up until a ball of water hits the tree above him and splashes down all over his long, unkempt hair. He drops the blanket, arm whirring angrily, looking around wildly for the source.

[treadwater]

Undine finds she likes the way Darcy looks when she smiles quite a lot. She wants to be sure that happens more often, if she can help it.

"Do you think there'll be ferns and berry bushes and chipmunks out there?"

[mooninthewater]

Does that really seem like my favorite genre~? I actually prefer old retro games to everything else. I actually don't handle jumpscares in horror games all that well believe it or not!

[ Just because he's creepy and likes cryptid photos, doesn't mean he's big on everything horror, Natsuno! He is mildly upset that he can't be the touchy idiot that he is with everyone here, since that is just how he shows how he feels and also how he knows how other people are feeling. Alas, it's for the best that he doesn't bother Natsuno. Not when he's doing his best to help him relax. ]

Ehehe~. Don't worry, you can have a consolation prize instead. [ Spoilers: they're the same prize, even if Mizuki won't admit to such. He pulls out a friendship bracelet he made from his pocket. It's got a nice red-black-white color scheme, even if the bracelet itself isn't very well made. ] Here!

[worthallthis]

Sarge comes into the crafts shack a little bit after Murderbot, mostly looking for something to hide his goddamn legs with. There are no proper pants in this camp, but he had the vague thought that he might make some if he only he could find proper materials.

Not that he quite remembers how to do that, but something in him says he should.

He stops at the sight of Murderbot, maybe looks slightly less wild around the eyes. Someone familiar. That's okay. "Anything useful in here?"

[touchofcashmere]

"It's not that. Those are just not the kind of gifts I'd give."

He does need to figure out some sort of gift for John at some point but he's still undecided in giving the jade to Ed. He might not even like it. It might be too much.

"But I'm happy to learn to teach others."

[latersgators]

Clarke. [He manages a small smile despite his scatterbrained state of mind and takes her hand gently, giving it a few shakes. It sounds more proper when he says it, dropping the R from her name and stretching out the vowel.] It's a lovely name.

[He gingerly pulls his hand back and looks around where they are.]

Have you found your cabin? Do you need any help? I didn't-- mean to just come and throw my problems around.

[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy does feel bad that she hit some random stranger. But it shimmered off his... force-field? So not so bad. If it hits a force-field it basically doesn't even count as her bad, according to her logic she's being forced to devise on the fly. The fact this guy apologizes to her further removes her from culpability.

"It's fine," she takes the arrow, leaning in to examine the damage.

"Cool force-field thing. I wish I had a force-field."

[justneedsomehelp]

"Air of authority?" He's in a room full of teenagers, man. But alright, the incestuous cuddling might make some people uncomfortable.

... "I'm sorry, what? Did you say bear?"

What the actual fuck is going on in Steven's cabin?

[justneedsomehelp]

That gets a bit of a snort out of him and he shifts a little bit, curious.

"What are you exactly?"

Is that rude? Oh well.

[latersgators]

"Marc Spector." Steven tsks and slaps Marc in the upper arm. The Queen is most definitely not amused.

"Were you checking out my arse? Were you checking out your arse?" It's technically Marc's own butt. However this works. "You're so lewd." Honestly, he's going to start giving Steven the wrong idea if he keeps that up.

He starts away from the fire, following Marc's lead towards the kitchen. His stomach grumbles at the sight and smell of it.

"I haven't-- really eaten much." There's really egg in lots of things, like he complained on their first day here. "There's-- a lot of egg. Might've skipped a meal or three."

[treadwater]

Surprise, Sarge, the source is just a teenage girl, skimming around the surface of the lake, careless despite her skimpy attire--the shorts and t-shirt merely mimicking her customary magical girl costume. She hasn't realized she hit anybody yet, too busy being glad that she was able to throw the blorble of water at all, given her unorthodox outfit.

[treadwater]

"If I made you one, would you wear it?"

She tilts her head to one side slightly. This is totally and completely not a trap. She's still picking out colors--mostly blues and greys and silvers and whites. "I can easily add you to the list of people I'm making them for."

[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy likes having a reason to smile. Something good and uncomplicated in her life.

"Fuck, maybe there will be. Maybe even birds and shit. Once you've unpacked, do you want to go see?"

[serialskiller]

"A security cyborg construct. 65% machine, 35% cloned human parts. I was built to ensure security of company property and clients."

Not that it has any clients here. Nor does it seem to have any negative response to the question--it is used to humans being rude to it, where it comes from. Being able to be rude back is what's new here. No one's going to decommission it and use it for parts for being a rogue unit. No one's going to decide it's too dangerous to allow to live.

[iattractmushi]

"I can write." And draw, a little. This seems kind of ridiculous to him, but he'll keep that to himself because writing down his activities costs him nothing but some mild annoyance, and it might make everyone else happy.

He'll let Steven help him to his feet, checking himself over a little as he gets up. Everything seems in working order, so he goes to scoop up his backpack again; even if everything else is making him feel completely out of his comfort zone, at least this small weight against his back is familiar, grounding.

"If there was nothing else, I'm going to go exploring before dark." Which will get him away from these weird, weird people for a few hours.

[justneedsomehelp]

"Oh, full name, huh?" He snickers at the slap. Oh, you know those royals... would they really care about vaguely incestuous twins?

"Looks better on you, man." No one can accuse Marc of being a Victorian Duchess. But whatever teasing he'd been doing sort of crumbles away to worry.

"Steven..." Really? "Alright, we're gonna find you something to eat. What are you doing? The kitchens are open whenever. C'mon..."

[serialskiller]

"Scissors. Whittling knives. Rope. Rubber bands. What else would you consider useful?"

Of course, it's not here for any of those things. It's...playing with pipe cleaners. Like a dumbass. But still, it holds up the bunny for Sarge to look at. "What do you think?"

[decohere]

No surprise? But Ava's not sure she's heard Stede ever say anything all that discouraging. So she accepts it, despite the fact that she's pretty sure nothing about her says capable leader or authority figure.

"It's a slavic folk tale, Baba Yaga is an old witchy woman in the woods, who captures lost children. To eat."

[serialskiller]

"It's materials for human handicrafts. You weren't bullshitting when you said you don't have the capacity for creativity, huh?" It's not really surprised, but it is somewhat disturbed, somehow.

[decohere]

"Nothing else," Ava confirms, ripping a few pages out of a notebook to offer Ginko so he can detail whatever adventurous encounters may happen during his exploring. "Are you going to take a buddy with? Just in case. You can scope out whatever group activities everyone else is doing so we can avoid that." Because it's obvious they're a rather dysfunctional group and nobody wants to be here anyway.

She glances at Steven, shaking her head at his offer. She doesn't need a scribe, she can write well enough on her own. But she tears off a few more sheets for him as well. "If you need help, scream really loudly." She's the most concerned about him, he seems far too nervous to function honestly.

[makesomedeals]

"No, I don't." He huffs, defensive suddenly like that's some sort of exploitable flaw. "Why would I lie about something like that?"

[justneedsomehelp]

Really? Another teenager... and this one is-- one with dyed hair? Starting to feel like he got shoved in the kid's suite by mistake. "Alright, I guess you got a point there. Doesn't look like we'll be killing each other either."

Which is also a relief, but he's a little skeptical of believing it too wholeheartedly. "Name's Marc, by the way."

[makesomedeals]

Look, it was a good idea at the time.

"Why even bother creating this? What's the purpose?" He plucks a leaf off a tree and rubs it between his fingers before letting it fall to the ground. It doesn't even flutter like a leaf, just falls to the forest floor with a gentle sound.

"Maybe he uses every system combined in order to maximize efficiency. Taking some from each to create something better.'

[latersgators]

"Boss lady made us prepare for a bear attack and the bloke she designated as a bear tried to lunge at me because, I d'know, maybe I looked like an easy target. He bowled a young lad over instead and I think they both got hurt." It was so silly and pointless but if he said anything she might never talk to him again. Steven wrings his hands anxiously.

"Marc," he ventures softly, resting his head against Marc's shoulder. "If you have to do something to get out of here, I want you to, okay? I won't blame you. Promise me Marc." Steven's voice drops down to a raspy whisper. He might cry again. "Don't come back for me."

[treadwater]

"Undine. I'm glad this isn't another murder island. It'd really be a shame to have to kill you." She says that like she has zero doubt she'd be able to, though her smile vanishes as she does so.

"Of course, this is day one of a whole week--who knows what'll happen over the course of that time? Honestly, though, the whole color war thing makes me think we'd be pitted against the Red cabins if anything."