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

[gapmoe]

[ there's a rather thoughtful hum on ingo's end, accompanied by a hand at his chin. ]

Unfortunately, I cannot say what the exact intent is, as this was not outlined in my clipboard beyond a request to ensure that all campers rise on time for breakfast.

[makesomedeals]

Ah yes. Food. I hadn't considered that, is breakfast still being provided here? By the same invisible forces as the ship?

[He'll feel a little better if he knows that the ghosts on the ship also got stuck out here camping. Wearing ghost booty shorts.]

[gapmoe]

[ if this gentleman hadn't considered something as vital as food... perhaps he is entirely mechanical?

which is convenient, but it seems a bit of a shame that he can't experience one of the only good parts of this nightmare cruise. :< ]

It appears that way, yes! [ though just to be safe, he takes another peek at the papers of his very important clipboard, then nods. ] Should you have any questions, sir, please do not hesitate to find me and ask! My name is Ingo, and I am part of the "Libra" cabin, for your reference.

[makesomedeals]

Maximilien. [A pause] I tuned out everything after getting a cabin assignment. I hadn't realized they were astrological signs. My cabin is virgo. I wonder if that means anything.

I'm starting to think that either everything is truly random or this is all so intricately planned we'd never see the connections until too late.