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come_sailaway2022-06-10 12:13 am
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: ekko,
- arcane: jinx,
- mcu: bucky barnes,
- mcu: marc spector,
- mcu: steven grant,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: aiden copeland,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- pokemon: ingo,
- prodigal son: malcolm bright,
- reign: nostradamus,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- sleepless domain: undine wells,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- westworld: maeve millay
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:
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!
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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he isn't exactly wallflowering, it's not quite in his nature after all. dressed classily (but without the big old harp) he does pay a visit to the punch bowl or other beverages and slams back a few drinks with the air of an alcholic springing hope eternal that there's something he could get a decent buzz from, but unfortunately not! a week of sobriety is such misfortune for him! it's with a rather despondent sigh that he could be found at the punch table staring fixedly at the drinks as if he could possibly turn juice into wine like a prophet from another world, but sadly that isn't his power. if only he could be some dionysius-ian deity of wine!
or he would be examining the boombox with the curiosity of an old-world bard who truly doesn't recognize these modern music players but finds them endlessly fascinating. and would happily sing beautifully along to journey or janet jackson or all of his favorites, and provide harmonious musical accompaniment to those dancing.
anyone who is dancing or even dancing nicely might find him approaching--not to ask for a one, but to compliment. ] Hi~ nice moves! Has anyone ever told you you could be a professional performer?
[ yes, even if you're dancing the robot or something. he'd genuinely admire it anyway! ]
(HERE/NOT HERE)
jinx is obviously having a tough time with being here because of...well the two of them would know. but luckily, ekko is always near by to help her with her nerves and distracting her thoughts with other things. but if that boombox plays one beat of "smooth operator", she is smashing it into little pieces.)