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

[justneedsomehelp]

He won't pry, really. He gets-- not wanting to talk about your past, so he tends to just let it slide with other people. Besides, no reason to ruin the mood when the water's pretty nice.

"Hey, couldn't hurt, right? Maybe you'll discover a hidden talent." He gives a bit of a smile.

"And it's not like it looks like there's a lot else to do around here..." Rope courses, raiding the kitchens... No forced activities. He's not complaining about that, actually. He'd have hated not just getting to camp on his own terms.

[millay]

Maeve hums in agreement. "If I have an amazing artistic talent, I really should figure it out." She's curious about the various things she's never actually done before. Most of the camp activities aren't things she's done before.

"There isn't, no. Though, I'm certain everyone's waiting for the inevitable murder break out. At least that's the way everyone's been acting." She guesses if murder is happening, she'll deal with that then. Until then, however, she's fine. "Until the possibility of dying is realized, I think I'll enjoy being somewhere that isn't the boat and new activities."

[justneedsomehelp]

"Yeah... heard what happened last time. Guess it's got a lot of people on edge." He huffs out a sigh, tilting his head back thoughtfully.

"I'm kinda hoping it doesn't, but I'm not sure what the fun is watching everybody-- camping out."

[millay]

"I believe it's more fun to watch everyone's anxiety over whether or not everyone will start killing each other." She pauses. "Then again, the place I used to live seemed to be monitoring everything people did anyway." So maybe it was just something else.

She shrugs. "I'm also hoping to avoid the murdering. It seems needlessly dramatic at this point."

[justneedsomehelp]

"Yeah, alright... you might have a point there. Everybody's been on edge." He does give a curious look at the idea that she's been monitored, but-- she doesn't want to pry too much. "Sounds like that must've been irritating."

People who watch tend to also be people who want to control after all.

"I'd be perfectly fine if this just-- ended up like a normal camping trip, with some late night swimming and terrible macaroni art or whatever."

[millay]

"More for the..." Humans. Humans is what she wants to say. "others involved." That is marginally correct. "I have only just arrived there." But she has a feeling this was happening at the park as well. She just can't exactly prove it.

"Ah yes. The illustrious macaroni art." She's seen it around. "Hopefully we'll both be proven lucky in this encounter. Being killed i-seems overrated."

[justneedsomehelp]

"Yeah, it-- does." It is. He wouldn't recommend it at all. Dying is best to avoid if you can at all.

"Hey, my name's Marc, by the way."

[millay]

Being as she's done it so many times, she can absolutely say it does, but she doesn't want to get into that. She's still working on keeping certain things to herself.

"Marc. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Maeve."

[justneedsomehelp]

"Yeah, nice to meet you too, Maeve." He gives a bit of a smile. "And hey, thanks for letting me join you for a swim. Think I oughta head back though."

[millay]

"No problem, darling. It's been nice to have company." She sighs momentarily. "I suppose I should, too. A pity, really." She shrugs. "Enjoy the rest of your night."