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

[latersgators]

Steven nods a few times and gives Ava a wide berth before toddling along after Ginko. He's not necessarily glad for the excuse or the distraction but he does seem a little relieved to stray further and further away from the cabin, taking in a deep breath as he looks around and surveys their surroundings.

For all intents and purposes nothing really looks out of the ordinary, but everything everyone has said about needing to be on guard has stressed him out and put him on high alert. He looks over his shoulder as if he's checking if he's still within earshot of the cabin. When he's not, he turns to Ginko and just rambles.

"You know what's really weird? I had a romanticised idea of this in my head and it's more like that than like. Cockroaches and flies and worms and mud and damp clothes..."

[iattractmushi]

"I don't know about cockroaches, but I haven't seen a single fly yet. Trust me, roughing it in the woods, you usually see a lot more flies than this." As nice as it is not dealing with bugs, it's honestly starting to be a little eerie. Not seeing random insects is almost as weird as not seeing any mushi.

"Mud's just part of the charm." He gives Steven a grin at that, tugging at his shirt where a large patch of mud is indeed adorning the cloth. Now that he's not actively trying to fend off a feral human, the whole situation is kind of funny, really.

[latersgators]

"Innit a wee bit weird? The no-fly situation." Steven was planning on collecting some local flora and fauna, just some leaves sandwiched in his book, and taking them back to the ship with him in case he or someone else can identify where they are. He wasn't too worried about dying at the camp but everyone else looked so traumatised and freaked out, he too felt like he'd be out of place if he wasn't on edge about everything.

"Oh dear." He struggles to stifle a bit of a laugh at the situation. "I brought a spare shirt if you want. Or maybe we can wash that out in a river or something." He's not sure what they'll come across.

[iattractmushi]

"It's definitely more than a little weird. Bugs should be everywhere, trying to take a bite out of us; and then there's the birds. I haven't heard a single one making a racket since we got here. Even if most of them were spooked off by us showing up, there should be some somewhere, or flying around even if they're not singing."

The more he thinks about it, the creepier it gets. No animals at all speaks to a predator somewhere in the area... which isn't a comforting thought at all.

He shrugs. "It's fine. I think I have other clothes in this travel pack, and besides--I've been covered in worse."

[latersgators]

Steven clutches onto his upper arms nervously as if he can save them from any hungry bug. If anyone, bugs or otherwise, wanted to bite chunks out of him, let's be honest - he wouldn't be able to fend them off.

"I guess that's strange too..." He's a city boy. The only birds he sees are pigeons and magpies and sparrows, and they're not too noisy, so he didn't notice that straightaway.

"These shorts are an abomination," he mutters. He has to do a bit of a waddle while he walks, afraid they'll ride up too high. "I'm so indecent. Hope I can get rid of them... once everyone else does." He doesn't want to be accused of 'ruining the fun' or whatever hazing ritual this is supposed to be.