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

campfire ➜ nighttime (open)

[opheliac]

(by the campfire, jinx had been sitting cross-legged with a notebook in hand and a pencil smooshed between her lips and nose. her eyes narrowing at what's inside of this said notebook; occasionally humming a tone. she removes the pencil from her face and scribbles on the paper fairly quickly -- extending the pad way out with her arms with her head tilting to the side.)

Hmmmmm... yeah. — That's soundin' pretty good.

[vikhr]

[ it's the stillness that draws him in as tartaglia hangs off the edge of the campfire, watching the flames lick in and out between the shadows of people gathered around it; in his mind, the few times they have met, jinx has been merely streak of electric blue with energy to match, constantly in motion. it is strange to see her hunched into herself in such deep concentration. ]

What're you doing?

[ sauntering over to where she is, tartaglia takes the precaution of announcing his presence before he bends over her, trying to get a peek at that notebook. ]

[opheliac]

(inside her notebook are words but not just that, they are drawings too. mostly a drawing of herself with a gun, some people he won't recognize, but there's a drawing fio (if he met her) and that bard again with question marks all around him.)

(but jinx doesn't shy away from her writing/drawings nor shut it to keep it private. instead she glances over with a smile and a shrug.)

Oh, y'knoooow, a lil' dabble here and there. I wasn't able to bring my journal with me so this is a stand in!

[vikhr]

[ okay, jinx has seen tartaglia's attempt at drawing - he isn't terrible but it isn't like he is particularly talented either, so it will be clear that he doesn't really have much of a sense of judgement when it comes to the show of artistry from others. he recognizes the drawings of jinx herself easily enough, and casts his eyes over the others as she keeps the pages open to his scrutiny. ]

So these aren't preparation for more target practice, then?

[opheliac]

Nope, not this time! I'm tryin' to, y'know, focus on me durin' this lil' thing. A few friends suggested I should so... heeeere I am ♪.

(and strangely enough, it seems to be working. jinx so far had been doing her own thing and trying to expand her social circle -- clearing away those she has complicated feelings with is helping her have a coherent mind. of course, it's only a matter of time those people will come along and she'll have to face them. but maybe after this trip, she can handle them better.)