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

[opheliac]

Yeaaahh...

(jinx holds her arms over chest; hunching over awkwardly while blowing her bangs out of her face. she's silent for a split moment as she clears her throat -- looking off elsewhere besides her.)

My big sis taught me. H-How to fight like that. She's a pretty good teacher. Ahem...

(she's behaving as if vi is actually here and listening in but it's still embarrassing to admit out loud. and speaking of her, jinx wonders if vi came across the gym yet. she should probably show her when they get back if she hadn't discovered it on her own. maybe the two of them can train together -- not as a bonding thing, totally not. just to... keep in shape.)

[skaikru]

( clarke picks up on the sudden shift in jinx's posture, the way the conversation has gone from near-playful to something a little more weighted. or at least fussed and flustered, and the other girl won't even look at her squarely in the face, obviously off somewhere in her own thought. clarke's not above just slinking into the trees if it seemed like jinx was absolutely done with talking and tormenting her with treenuts.

but — )

I didn't know you had a sister.

( something almost soft infiltrates clarke's tone. she comes from a world where it's illegal and punishable by death to have more than one child, has only ever known one set of siblings and thinks very highly of both of them. looks at the relationship between the blakes and tries not to be envious, tries to understand it, and fails at both. )

What's her name?

[opheliac]

Yeaaaah well, our relationship's a lil'... unique. (a sniff and again a clear throat because "unique" is one hell of a understatement of how to describe the two of them.)

Her name's Vi. She's, uh, back on the ship.

(and she thumbs behind her shoulder like as if the ship is there but not really, of course.)

She came after the whole sign-up so she couldn't exactly make it. — But I'm not worried. I'm sure she's handlin' herself fine on her own.

(not... that clarke asked. but jinx shouldn't be and from what she's gathered so far, it seems most of the crewmates are here in camp and not on the boat. which means all the ones that were in the killing game are here and not there. so... she should be safe. but she can't help but to be curious how her days are going there -- hopefully not too terrible. not that she cares, of course. just... a thought.)

[skaikru]

( just because she hadn't asked didn't mean she wouldn't listen. vi, huh?

it's a near compulsion; catch hint of a sensitive topic, a sore spot — and push on it. but at least in this particular conversation, clarke pushes for encouragement instead of trying to pick at emotional scabs and make old wounds bleed. that softness in her voice persists, and something almost like a smile creeps along the edges of her mouth. that indulgent optimism again, though it'll never fill the pit of perpetual dread that lives in her soul. )

Well, yeah. If she can box like that, I'm sure she's more than fine. Why knows, maybe when we get back she'll be running things.

[opheliac]

Pfffftt!!! — Vi, running things?

(just trying to imagine that is a bit hilarious. of course, she was the "leader" of their pack but when they were kids but being the commander of everyone here? but at least her awkward motion from before eased up a bit.)

I mean, sure havin' her running head first into a concrete wall with her fat head. Then yeah, she'd be perfect for that.

(with a smirk, she idly grabs her braid and spins it around in a circular motion.)

My sis is the "punch first, ask questions later" type. Nooooot much of a thinker. I'm sorta the brains in the family.

[skaikru]

( clarke takes jinx's (affectionate but rude) descriptors of her sister and tries her best to parse out an image of the woman independent of sibling squabbles (and abandonment issues). what she lands on is that vi can hold her own, box like a bat out of hell probably, punch first ask questions later speaks for itself, and a fat head sounds an awful lot like stubborn and resilient. which they honestly need more of on this ship.

...maybe she'd meet her back on the serena eterna. maybe she'd seek her out.

all while quietly hoping jinx isn't actually the brains of her family, because uh. yikes? )

Bomber and a brawler, huh? Guess every family has one of each, or something like that. But okay, if not running things, maybe running headfirst into walls will at least have left handholds for the rest of us to get a little closer to whatever is happening there. Here.

[opheliac]

Well if ya wanna look for her, she's easy to spot.

(jinx then presses her finger on her left cheek -- just a little below her eye.)

Look for a tattoo right here. It's got her name on it and it's also the roman numeral.

(throwing her arms over her head, she gives her back one big stretch and even a small yawn.)

— Just be sure to duck if you irritate her.

[skaikru]

( a tattoo, fat hands, maybe a concave skull from smashing it against walls — cool, that's a decent descriptor, she could totally parse that out. absolutely coming for your sister in the near future jinx okok. )

Or I could just try not to irritate her, yeah?

[opheliac]

It'd be waaaay funnier if you did.

[skaikru]

( and that's aaaaaaall the more reason to not.

with something of a light scoff, clarke gestures vaguely to the woods around them. )

Did you see anyone running through this way? Other than me, I mean.

( natsuno, flynn scifo, rita mordio, or bellamy blake? any of the potential prank perpetrators she'd been hunting with a whistle as her only weapon a few minutes ago. )

[opheliac]

Not lately, no. Why? Lookin' for more people to blow your whistle at for havin' fun?

[skaikru]

( no she seeks vengeance but is too proud to say so. )

If the fun is at my expense? Absolutely.

[opheliac]

And that's why you're probably the worst person in charge here.

(but she does a spin before moving back to the tree she hopped off.)

— But not like your whistle is gonna stop me from doing whatever I want!

[skaikru]

Just — don't do anything stupid!

( it's a parting sentiment aimed at jinx's back. but like a bullet through gelatin, clarke loses the energy to fight halfway through the statement. there really is no stopping some people, especially some of the people stuck on this cursed cruise liner. the blue haired bomber is one of the first names that comes to mind when considering volatile, unstable, and sometimes dangerous — if her bite ever catches up with her bite, in clarke's experience — and really, the only way to stop people like that is

... permanently.

which isn't even an option here, so clarke's just left with hope — that jinx won't go on to hurt anyone on this expedition, and will stick to that unnerving good mood she seems to be in. let's pray for ekko or something. )

[opheliac]

Bzzzzt, WRONG! — Everythin' I do is brilliant. You oughta watch me sometime. Maaaaybe you'll learn somethin' cool.

(with that, she takes a leap -- an inhuman one at that -- and reclaims her spot back on the tree branch. jinx shimmers in her seat and gets all nice and cozy; leaning her back against it's upper trunk.)