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- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- westworld: maeve millay
JUNE EVENT: CAMP
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:
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!
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!
s'mores (i rolled 3)
Flynn's approach is received well enough. He's a good guy. The s'more, however, gets a narrow-eyed stare.]
Is it anything like your favorite granola bars?
[He still remembers the food he took to the life boat. Even the lobster at the "party" wasn't enough to get the taste out. Still, Natsuno takes the s'more and smells it, somewhat suspiciously.]
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Not in the slightest.
[ Flynn's smile is a strained slip of a thing, sure, but he genuinely thinks this is a wonderful culinary creation. ]
There's no granola in this—I thought the crunch would be nice, but the crackers are already crunchy. We should enjoy ourselves while we have the chance, shouldn't we?
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...I'm not enjoying myself. [He drops the half-eaten s'more.] Did you really think it tastes good?
[Basically, does Flynn have defective taste buds or is he pulling a prank by weaponizing his kind disposition?]
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I admit that the marshmallows are a little sweet, but yes, I thought it was very tasty. Is it really that bad? Did I let it stay over the fire too long?
[ He is genuinely concerned.
And also he's broken. In the mouth. ]
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[W O W. Remind him to never accept food from Flynn ever again.]
Normal people don't put mashed potatoes in their sweets.
[Natsuno literally drinks blood and he's still judging. Look at your life, Flynn. Look at your choices.]