come_sailaway | 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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Wow rude, just grabbing a guy's handlebars like that. Kiriya immediately locks his passenger steering as he calls out, "Oi, oi, didn't your parents teach you to keep your hands to yourself?"

Honestly.

"Gah-!"

Rich immediately recoils at the sound of a voice yelling at him, taking his hands away in surprise as he searches the area, but... there's no one there. The headlights are illuminating the woods pretty clearly, and there's no one out here besides him and... the motorcycle.

"Is... is this some sort of weird anti-theft recording?" It has to be. There is no possible way Rich has somehow run into a talking motorcycle.

"Man," Kiriya says, "you're a real sharp one, aren't you?" He tries to turn to face his would-be rider. "I know I've got to be the sexiest bike you've ever seen, but please, keep your hands to yourself, huh?"

"Um, I don't know what weirdos you've run into, but I'm not exactly the type to get horny over chrome and metal. I just thought a sweet ride like this would make me look kind of badass."

He studies the motorcycle carefully. Blinks a few times. Yep, that is... definitely a motorbike moving and talking on its own.

"But... apparently, you're sentient, so... that's definitely putting a wrench in any riding plans. Unless we go on a few dates first."

"Oh, I have run into all sorts of weirdos in my time. And a guy like me can afford to be plenty choosy with my rider." There's a laugh. "So what kind of dates do you have in mind, huh?" This, he's got to hear.

Rich finds himself blushing before he can stop himself. "Oh, uh. Well, depends if you're into the type of weirdo I am, I guess." He tries to ward off his embarrassment with a little smirk and a casual fingergun. "But I've always been a fan of cafe dates. Or we could go completely unconventional and I could take you to the arcade. Maybe even win you a nice pair of fuzzy dice from the claw machine."

This gets a laugh out of Kiriya. "Fuzzy dice, I like your style. That is clearly just what I need." He's pretty sure they'd end up on top of his head when he breaks transformation.

"I mean, I think they'd really bring out the colour of your handlebars!" Rich teases gently. This is... still very odd, but at least he's having fun. And this weird motorbike is too.

"So are you just... always a motorbike, or did you start as a tricycle and work your way up?"

"Well," Kiriya says, a very definite air of shit-eating grin in his voice, "when a mommy motorcycle and a daddy motorcycle love each other very much, they make a little dirt bike."

Rich may not be able to see a face on the bike, but he can tell from the tone that he's being teased. He rolls his eyes and offers a smirk.

"Very cute. But seriously. I feel like I would have seen a whole motorbike driving around the ship by now."

"What, you don't think I can be stealthy?" He is very much a neon sort of motorcycle and his engines are not exactly silent. The air of shit-eating grin remains in his voice.

"Well, maybe I just don't think it's one of your strong suits! Not that that's a problem. I mean, it's certainly not one of mine either. Just the paint job doesn't do much for camouflage."

"Who needs camouflage when you're as fast as I am?" Kiriya laughs. "Or when you've got as many tricks as I do."

"True! Though I will say I haven't seen any burnt rubber on the ship either. Those tricks must be damn good." Rich laughs in turn, though he is a little unsure. Why does this guy seem so cagey?

"Oh, they're real good," Kiriya says with a laugh. I guess there's no point in hiding just how good any longer."

Abruptly, a lever on the dash flips itself, an electronic voice says, "CLICK TO SAVE," and there is a flash of light.

Said flash resolves itself into a guy wearing a ridiculously chunky belt around his waist. He's lazily stretching like this is all perfectly normal. "That'll give you such a cramp if you're not careful."

Well... this night definitely couldn't get any weirder. Once Rich manages to squint against the blinding light enough to make out a human form, he's already bewildered, and that confusion only mounts when he sees the guy's fashion choices. He gapes like a beached fish for a few moments, before resorting to humour to cope, as usual.

"So uh. Is the Nerf gun series making fashion accessories that turn you into vehicles now? Because I definitely didn't see that on the must have holiday toy list."

"Give it a little bit more time for the market research data to come back in." Hell, Kiriya will roll with that because it amuses him--he's not so proud he'll indignantly defend his very neon tech. It's not like he designed it, anyway, and he's currently a bit put out with the guy who did. "And the CEO to pull his head out of his ass, you know, the usual."

"Yeah, maybe they can make it a little more compact, make it a fancy neon belt buckle instead of that..." Rich gestures absently as if that will give him the words to explain the whole ridiculous piece of tech in front of him.

"Seriously, though, that is very cool. And... uh, makes me feel a little better to know I was hitting on a human dude."

"I'll have to run it by the CEO next time I see him." There's a laugh. This is going to be the last thing he worries about if he ever sees that asshole again. "I mean, hey, if you wanna hit on a motorcycle, who am I to judge? I do have a nice, clean set of lines."

"Unfortunately, I don't wanna enforce the whole bi stereotype of 'everything that moves,' so nah, I was mostly just joking around. When you're human, though..." He waggles his eyebrows with a big grin.

Kiriya meets those waggling eyebrows with some finger guns. "And maybe I'm not quite as picky with would-be riders as I'd previously led you to believe, huh?"

That grin is only getting wider. This is honestly going better than expected. "Well, I mean, so long as you don't mind pulling double duty as love interest and steed when we ride off into the sunset."

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