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

[serialskiller]

"After we eat, can we find a good place that you feel comfortable watching over me?"

Because yes, it needs a chance to shutdown and reboot.

[lightconductor]

"Of course. I don't have any immediate plans. All I really need is a place to sit and perhaps something to occupy myself with for a little while."

Watson shrugs, easily. It's an offer he couldn't help but have made, really. A friend needed help, so he's there to give it.

"What sort of place are you hoping for?"

[serialskiller]

"It doesn't matter. I don't need a bad or anything soft or comfortable, as I'm not even going to subconsciously appreciate it. Normally, I'd have a small cubicle to tuck myself away in, on a survey or aboard a space station. I like those and shipping containers. They feel secure."

[lightconductor]

"Mm. I suppose you don't have to worry much about a stiff neck? Lucky, if so."

Enclosed, though. "There is that shed out by the crafts building," Watson says, thoughtfully, "if you want a place like that. I'm sure I can drag a chair out there to guard the door. Would that work?"

[serialskiller]

"Yeah, that would be...kind of perfect, I think." It actually smiles, though it's a fleeting thing. "When you're done eating, you can show me where it is."

[lightconductor]

Oh, he saw that smile. And he feels fully privileged to have seen it.

"Of course," Watson says, unable to keep from smiling himself. "If anyone needs anything out of the shed they will just be out of luck for a little while."