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!

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[decohere]

Ava picks out some blue ones, and some pearlescent white, gathering a small pile of beads that she thinks might coordinate well enough. Maybe she should go with red, for whatever these team colors are meant to represent, but she's not particularly feeling it.

"My handlers always complained I had too much hair, that it got in the way of my mask and hood. That it wasn't practical for fighting. I kept it long to spite them. I didn't get to control a lot in my life," Ava admits quietly, starts braiding a small section of her hair, and adding a couple beads to the strand. It takes a bit of fiddling for her to figure out how to keep the bead in place and secure. "I like yours. It's a good look. Not a lot of men wear their hair long anymore, in my time."

[saltandpepperbeard]

"Shame." He does get it. Long hair can be incredibly impractical at times, but he likes the look, however impossible it is to do anything with. Feels wild, free. Unrestrained by normal conventions, even if longish hair wasn't all that rare for men of his time. There's just something about hair whipping about in the wind, or as someone pivots and dances through a swordfight that just looks...fucking cool.

"Fuckers probably didn't know how to fight with long hair and thought no one could. Your body, your rules, mate. Gut 'em if they don't agree."

He fished out a few more beads that seemed to fit with her aesthetic and pushed them over to her pile.

[decohere]

"That was a bit of the problem, really. My body wasn't treated much as mine. But property of the government. So there wasn't much say I got over it. What I ate. My training schedule. Where I got to live, what I got to do was all monitored. And the experiments..."

Ava's fingers tremble slightly as she tries to thread another bead into her hair.

"I should have gutted them." It's a much better solution than what she did.