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

iii.

[hellonspectacles]

[Speaking of already exhausted, Palamedes Sextus is looking a bit worse for wear. His nose is no longer actively bleeding, but he is still carefully dabbing it with a now-crimson handkerchief. He looks a little pale, and more than a little wary, and in his tiny shorts, tank top, and lopsided spectacles, exactly like the kind of scrawny nerd who would get bullied if this were a real summer camp.

Still, he offers his counselor (whatever that is) a faint smile and lifts his hand when she calls his name.]

Lumine, isn’t it?

[luminessense]

[ If anyone complains about their tiny shorts, Lumine will cry. Why do the counselors get tinier shorts? Why does she have to wear them? Why does everyone keep changing outfits on this excursion? Furthermore, who is changing them? She doesn't want to linger on that thought for too long, actually… ]

That's me. You were at the, er, passenger meeting I set up. [ She recalls some of the stuff he was talking about there, but… ] Sorry I never formally introduced myself. As I'm sure you could tell I was rather... mh... frantic, at the time.

[hellonspectacles]

I was. And no need to apologize--I should be thanking you for bringing us together. Given recent events, we needed to be reminded that we had other options besides killing one another at the least provocation.

...Are you meant to be in charge of us? [a frown] Not that I have any objections...but why were you chosen?

[luminessense]

[ Lumine nods. Realistically, she doesn't think much of it. She wanted answers herself, so obviously she was going to bring everyone together to share and bounce ideas off of each other. It made the most sense to her, and didn't really warrant any appreciation to her. ]

Your guess is as good as mine. I assume it was probably random, since I don't exactly have any qualifications.

[hellonspectacles]

You're probably right. [Pal offers a small smile] But given you have already successfully brought us together to discuss our imprisonment, you may be more qualified than you think.