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

[pillaroffortitude]

[Her demeanor is somewhat infectious, and he finds himself letting out a soft breath of amusement in turn.] Of course. I'm available if you ever need repeat sessions, though I'd imagine once we leave it would need to be within one of the pools on the ship.

[He lets his hand drop away from her back, keeping the opposite arm up in the same position so that she can continue to grip at it for as long as need be.]

If you like, once you're ready I can go and fetch you a towel. There's a bit of a chill in the air, and I'd hate to see you catch cold due to walking about the campsite in wet clothing. [Not that being entirely nude is much better, but... He's heard something in the past about wet clothing being worse, somehow.]

[opheliac]

(now that he mentioned it after being completely in water and up again, it is...rather chilly. the cool of the weather hitting her bare skin is sending so many goosebumps and not necessarily the good kind, either. sheepishly, jinx flashes him a smile and a little chuckle.)

Eh heh heh... — Yeaaaah, uhm. Would you mind...? Give me a towel, I mean.

[pillaroffortitude]

[A quiet chuckle rumbles in the back of his throat, and he gives the smallest shake of his head in turn.] I don't mind at all, no. [He moves then to withdraw his arm to lay back at his side, so that he can turn to head away and towards the shore once again.]

I'll be as quick as possible, so you shouldn't need to wait too terribly long.

[opheliac]

Don't worry, I'm not gonna go anywhere.

(not that she is shy to show off herself but she is a big sister now. and as a big sister, she has to set some good examples for fio. and parading around like this would be... very difficult to explain to a seven year old.)

[pillaroffortitude]

[He isn't gone for too terribly long, true to his word and intentions of making the excursion as quick and efficient as possible. A handful of minutes later he's approaching the dock once more, three towels in tow.]

I brought a few in place of only the one, as I had a feeling that you might need at least two in order to tackle that hair of yours.

[The third he unrolls out on the dock itself, near the edge so that when she pulls herself up she has somewhere to stand. The wood seems rather aged, after all, and getting splinters in the soles of one's feet is never an enjoyable experience. He tucks the last two under his arm, bending slightly and outstretching his hand to offer to help pull her up and out of the water.]