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]

[ either way, no offense is taken on ingo's part. he'd meant it when he said he understood if the sentiment meant little, coming from a stranger... and that means all they need to do is not be strangers any longer, bit by bit!

these are certainly understandable reasons for going on this trip, so he offers a nod in response. ]

I see, thank you for being so forthcoming. [ it isn't pleasant to reach a new level of understanding, but it's been inevitable. all tracks lead to the station of "truth" sooner or later. ] Though it pains me that such a risk is necessary to begin with, I suspect any attempts to convince you of letting myself, or another adult, take it instead will be futile.

[ call it instinct, or anything else you want. there's something about the heavy weight in yuuki's eyes and voice that tells ingo this decision wasn't made on a whim. ]

Have you prepared adequate supplies for this venture? Even if the campsite will be close by, please keep in mind that you will be exposed to the elements for extended periods of time.

[neverleave]

[He's right - Natsuno will not be convinced to leave the risks to adults. First, because he doesn't trust most of them and second, the trustworthy still died before him. Ingo gets some points for leaving him to his own devices...

...only to lose them two seconds later when he asks about supplies. Natsuno is carrying the weapons, the same backpack everyone got and nothing else.]

...of course. I'll be fine.

[The fact he's nigh-unkillable isn't exactly secret anymore, but he's not about to mention it to newcomers just like that.]

[gapmoe]

[ NOT HIS HARD-EARNED POINTS... see, that's the problem. ingo has noticed that the luggage looks a bit too light for someone planning to sleep outside.

though... he has a feeling it won't be welcome if he comments on it too openly. ]

Perhaps it might be wise to check one last time before departure?

[neverleave]

[At first he just stares silently at Ingo, his face a stoic mask. Then:]

Good idea.

I'll go get more water and check it.

[And he's just gonna. Walk away in the direction of the mess hall, where he fully intends to pass right through without checking the bag.

Then it's a beeline for the trees.]