come_sailaway | JUNE EVENT: CAMP

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:

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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NOPE! It can be whatever you want and whatever you feel like in the moment. — A lotta people do words 'cuz they're tryin' to send a message, y'know?

(jinx skips on closer to the window and instead of just standing there to talk to this said person in a respectable distance -- she jumps up and hangs off the window. her arms draping over the cabin window's sill while keeping herself holts up.)

You reaaallly oughta try it. I bet you'll even like it.

Maeve studies the girl as she hangs on the window. She’s never seen anyone do that that wasn’t either planning to steal from a place or having just done so.

“I suppose it’s possible I might, but…” She shrugs. “All right, then. Show me your art form.”

Alright, comin' through!

(and jinx just makes herself at home by crawling over the window so she can enter in her cabin. hopefully, maeve stepped aside for her to do that - if not, then jinx will just force her way inside while shoulder bumping her.)

First, you're gonna need a canvas.

(she scans around the area for a moment with a big nod to follow.)

Yep! — This room oughta do it.

(wait, what?)

Maeve moves out of the way because she’s not about to get accidentally injured by someone crawling through her window. She’s still not sure she understands why this is happening, but she’s just going with things. Ford certainly never accounted for these sorts of things.

Maeve arches an eyebrow. “Is there not somewhere outside?” After a beat. “At least nothing terribly derogatory and maybe just by my bed.” Cabinmates likely needed a heads up for anything else.

Outside? Pfffft! — But these cabins look all the same and it's kinda dull, don'tcha think? They need a bit of color!

(maeve suggests her bed area which causes her to eye roll pretty hard. but hey, it's better than her saying no to everything - so she will take what she can get!)

Fine, fine. Bed it is. Which one is it?

Maeve does her best to not get on the bad side of her roommates. She doesn't want to actually be murdered if that's going to happen. It just seems exhausting.

She points to a bed in the middle of the room. "It's that one." Just to be clear, she walks up next to it.

Cool! Now all ya need next is your magic weapon.

(she reaches in her back pocket of her shorts to pull out a marker she swiped from the arts and crafts cabin. instead of handing it to her, jinx does an underhand toss to maeve for her to catch it.

she does with no "heads up" or warnings, just simply throwing it at her -- if she drops it, she'll just make fun of her.)

A magic weapon. Maeve startles, but her reflexes are quick and she reacts faster than she probably would have otherwise. She catches the marker, studying Jinx for a moment.

"All right, then. Now what is the next step?"

Start drawing! Draw whatever comes to your mind, what you're feelin', all that jazz. — Let the emotion take over.

She lets herself think for a moment, a consideration of what she might draw. There's plenty of things that she could draw that would mean nothing, but in that moment, nostalgia takes over. There's a small sketch of a house - her homestead from the first loop she was part of - surrounded by a field with two smaller figures standing in the field, one clearly smaller than the other.

Coming out of her reverie, she glances at the picture. It's not terribly detailed, but she knows what it is, knows where it is and a part of her feels saddened by it. She doesn't let it show and considers drawing something else to distract from it, but all she can picture are Hector and Clementine. "What would you draw?"

(she peeks around maeve to get a good look for what she doodles and although it's not a crazy masterpiece, the one thing about jinx is she never makes fun of anyone's drawing skills. it's just one of those things she goes by. because you never know where one's drawing abilities can sky rocket into something wonderful. and even if it doesn't, art can tell many stories that are beyond words.

so she sees the two figures and the house, immediately can pick up what it represents. when maeve asks, jinx's go to answer would be monkey, explosions, words or smiley faces. but then she decides to go a different route.)

Similar to yours.

(her tone is soft and gentle -- a complete contrast to several minutes earlier.)

— Sometimes I would draw my family that way I don't forget 'em.

Maeve looks over at the girl, surprised by the shift. It was interesting to know how different people were from the person that they showed. At least...that's how it appeared. It could be a lie, but she was trying not to be negative.

"It's been such a long time since we've been a family." Which is difficult to fully explain. She was built, manufactured. Their loops were no longer the same. Her daughter has a new mother and she was somewhere Maeve can't reach without finding the person that has it hidden inside him.

"The only other people really worth remembering are gone."

Yeah, I... I get that.

(she still has her sister here now and she is grateful for that. but it doesn't erase the hurt of that night. the night when their second family died and her sister abandoned with vander's corpse behind her. it's a night that no matter how much she tries to live on her days, it haunts her. the way her sister harshly grab on her face; eyes piercing with so much hatred and fire after slapping her across the face.

'because you're a jinx!'

jinx turns her gaze away from maeve and her drawing -- pretending to look somewhere else in the cabin.)

Y'know, they really oughta make the cabins look different around here.

(this is her way of trying to change the subject.)

Maeve's expression softens a bit, but she doesn't press the conversation. She just turns to look around the cabin as it's brought up. "I'm not sure whoever created this place was creative enough to make the cabins look different." She has serious doubts about it anyway.

"If you could change them, how would you?" Because it seems easier to talk about this for her as well.

Add more color!! A lotta bright yellows, pinks, purples, all that stuff! 'Cuz brown gets boring, y'know?

(jinx then snoops around her cabin -- even going through a few things to see if this cabin is extremely identical to hers.)

Or 'least have some posters. — That alone can make it different and it won't be such a snoozeville.

Maeve considers the answer. “I think that’s fair. It would be nicer to have a little color.”

She looks over as Jinx goes through things. She’s not sure what belongs to who.

“Posters are certainly a way to add something to the room,” she says after a moment. “Perhaps some plants could be nice to have around as well. Flowers too.”

Never dealt with plants where I'm from, I could do without.

(so far, the items she's peeking through are not worth of anything. basic bare necessities they will need for the next several days.)

"I guess we all have things we prefer," she allows. "Did you see anything of interest in there?" She motions to where Jinx is peeking through.

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