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sailmods ([personal profile] sailmods) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-06-10 12:13 am

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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[personal profile] iattractmushi 2022-06-13 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
"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."
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[personal profile] latersgators 2022-06-13 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
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.