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

sorta kinda c.

[anbruch]

[ it isn't so much that he chooses to strictly forego the sign ups. more, it is that he hasn't selected a bow yet.

it'd been some time since he last wielded one. when he was young, archery had only been a natural part of his training. for hunting for back up, for precision and patience - it'd never been his preferred, but he was never half-bad at it. it'd saved him more than once on his journeys, fed him when he might otherwise not have been fed. when he led the cavalry, it had been a common practice for him to take a handful of decent bowman. when he left -

the whistle for the one alongside him is what gets him to turn his head. the bow the other has gone to grab falls to the grass beside him, but he doesn't immediately notice. or, more likely, he's opted more not to care.

he recognizes who that is. for all that he is sunburnt and looks as ridiculous as everyone else, there is something that gentles at the corners of his mouth. it's a shame to meet under these circumstances, but: ]

Lumine, [ he calls, with a touch more relief than he himself might have anticipated. he tamps down on that note in the next moment, clearing his throat as he says: ] I didn't think I'd find you here.

[ well, obviously. but, it doesn't stop him from saying it. ]

[luminessense]

[ With a gasp, she drops her whistle to go back to dangling around her neck. Maybe she should have recognized the red hair, the height, the build, but she's met so many people on the ship not from Teyvat, and the fact he's wearing that ridiculous get-up (that everyone has to suffer, granted), she's perhaps a little out of it. But- ]

Master Diluc!! [ !!! ] So sorry, I didn't... [ There's a pause as her eyes trail down his skin for a moment, at the redness and the skin peelies. Hm. ]

...You look terrible. Does that hurt? I think they put something in my bag to help, hold on.

[ Fortunately, it's the very bag she has sitting by a tree close to the clipboard. She's basically been hauling it around with her just in case she needs something. As if she doesn't have a nebulous inventory of her own that she keeps things in. She's only slightly nervous about putting things that come from the Captain in it, however, so in the bag everything stays. She pulls out a bottle of aloe vera lotion and bringing it over to Diluc. ]

Here. This should help? The... bottle says it should, anyway.

[anbruch]

[ ah, lumine. she's always so prepared for anything. it's like a breath of fresh air, considering all the fumbling around everyone else seems to do. trust her to find something specifically for sunburns (supposedly) instead of relying on more homemade remedies. ]

No need to fret, [ he starts, though he's already accepting that she's going to do so anyway. coming from anyone else, it'd be a bit stifling, but she's always meant well. ] It isn't anything I'm not accustomed to handling.

[ even so, he's accepting the aloe with a muted "thanks." and reading the bottle out of curiosity, as he's never really seen a plant quite like the bottle depicts. in the interim, though— he glances up, after a moment. ]

There should be less people out here soon. [ it's about midday, the sun's high. most people are smart enough not to try to practice anything at risk of getting heatstroke. and, really, she looks beat.

maybe if he spins it this way: ] Why don't we take a rest?