JUNE EVENT: CAMP

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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!

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[broshaw]

Sharky also doesn't know if the shirt is his or not, because he didn't actually pack any of the clothes. What he does know is that there's an arm sticking through the door, which is both horrifying and also cool as hell???

"Holy shit," he says, and then grabs his shirt before she yanks her hand back. He totally wants to ask, but obviously, he's got more important things to worry about. "Uh... Y-Yeah, I can do that. You, uh... you want anything special?" His heart, maybe? On rye with a side of pickles?

[decohere]

Her fingers twitch slightly, before her arm quickly retracts back through the door, leaving behind no evidence of it being anything but solid.

Ava's quiet for a moment as she considers, leaning against the door, wanting to come out with everyone else and explore the camp and do activities with her friends. But no, she's crampy and tired and annoyed and everything seems far too unfair.

"Peanut butter and jelly...?"

[broshaw]

He does a little fist pump because yesssss, that is a super easy request to fulfill! He is going to win at summer camp. He's going to win all of the summer camps!
And you know what? Going to make Ava a sandwich is like, totally feminist of him, which means he's double winning. (He'll take anything he can get with this monster Hangover from Hell going on right now.)

"You got it, lady-boss," he says, workshopping one of many nicknames Ava will eventually retain when his brain forgets her actual name. It's better to just get that ball rolling now. He... forgets to ask for specifics, of course, which he only realizes once he's power-walked back to the mess hall and is faced with 2 styles of JIF and at least 5 different kinds of jellies. All the bread seems to be Wonderbread, though. Weird!

When Sharky returns to the cabin, he's got a paper plate with a truly gooey PB&J just for Ava. And an apple! Because you're, like, supposed to have a balanced breakfast or whatever. He knocks on the door and announces his presence with a sing-song, "Look who's got a sammy for Ava!" Because let's be honest, the guy's still a fucking MILF at the end of the day and he knows how to entice a stubborn kid to come eat!!!!

[decohere]

I's not that he's even gone that long, but it's enough time that Ava's already convinced herself that Sharky isn't coming back and she isn't getting a sandwich and everyone hates her and that's entirely her own fault for being a bad counselor and a bad friend. She's back to gazing out one of the windows again, trying to see if she can spot one of her friends having fun so she can be irrationally jealous about it, when she hears her name called.

Oh.

Ava pushes the bunk she has barricaded against the door out of the way, just enough so she can finally open it.

It's probably a trap.

Except there's the sandwich. Ava peeks around to see if Sharky has the other campers with pitchforks on standby to reclaim the cabin. But it's just him.

She gives a wobbly sort of smile, accepting the plate. "Are they mad...?"

[broshaw]

There's no mob of angry people, just Sharky in his sweaty shirt holding breakfast out for her. He's got the other shirt tucked in the hem of his shorts, for after he falls face-first into the lake.

"Who? The other dudes?" He definitely saw Ginko storm off, but that guy is like, always in a bad mood for some reason. (The reason is that you fucking tackled him, you moron!) "They'll be fine, it's like, totally whatever. Here, you gotta eat something before you, like, counsel us and shit." He sticks out both hands -- one with the plate, one with the apple. "Or not, because, uh, fuck authority." He's trying okay.

[decohere]

"Fuck authority," Ava agrees. "I don't know how to counsel anyone," Ava sulks, before taking a bite out of the corner of the sandwich. And yes, there's a smear of jelly that gets on her chin.

She wants to have fun. But she's sure everyone else is having more fun without her. It's not like she has any real right to tell them what to do, just because of a clipboard and a whistle.

She chews for a moment. "There's a hair in this."