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

[light_mischief]

"You're right, it's likely going to take particularly powerful magic. We have a basic idea how his magic works, but there are a few fine details I would love to know more about before we make any plans to hold him. Like his sigils. I'd love to know about those."

Like how many they are, where they are, what they look like, and if they can be altered without utterly destroying the reality keeping them alive. But, you know, these aren't things that are easy to find out when you're trapped in a neverending forest.

His tree opponent is flimsy enough that it bends when pulled on. Nice. He's going to have to get a bit higher up to actually pull the thing out of the ground, but that's an easy fix. "Steven mentioned that your reality had some form of magic, or -- his name was Doctor Strange, I think?" Great name. He loves it. The other guys on Team Avenger or whatever could really step it up. "But he didn't seem familiar with it. Does that go the same for you, or...?"

[justneedsomehelp]

"How'd you go about finding out more?" Marc isn't sure he can help, but if there's a chance? He's willing to try, at least.

He arches a brow as the tree bends, about to ask why he's trying to bother doing anything with it if it isn't even real, but-- yeah, alright. He's distracted by that. "Doctor Strange? Uh, yeah. He was one of the guys who saved the world a little while ago. Kind of."

If you can call it saving. "Can't say I know him on a personal level, but I've seen him pop up a lot in the news. He's supposed to be one of the-- best sorcerers, I guess. Little above my pay grade though. I was just a soldier back home."

[light_mischief]

"Oh, isn't he special?" Is it a ranking system? Do they have schools for magic? Oh! Maybe that's why he's Doctor Strange. Hah. That would be hilarious if true.

"I only ask because I'm prone to showing off," he says, jumping easily twice his height with the help of some air manipulation. He grabs the tree with both hands and then applies the law of gravity liberally with a rush of wind. He and the tree come crashing down to earth -- but of course, the tree is very bendy, and Skulduggery is only so heavy, and so he finds himself sort of... grappling the thing as it threatens to whip itself out of his arms (or worse, catapult him like an anime character).

"Er..." He cranes his neck to look at Marc and asks, "Mind lending me a hand in ripping this thing out by the roots?"

[justneedsomehelp]

"Magic isn't really my area... just know what I read in the news or see on TV, you know? Guy seems like a weirdo. Kinda arrogant too." Not that he probably hasn't earned the right, but Marc feels like Doctor Strange might get frustrating to deal with if you had to often.

"Whoa. Cool." The jump the-- well, actually, he's not entirely sure why they're trying to get the tree down, but he comes over to try to-- help where he can.

"Right. Uh-- why are we doing this?"

[light_mischief]

"Because I want to see the rudimentary attempt at a root system. Can you imagine? They probably look like wet noodles." This isn't the first time he's gone literally rooting around, but this is the first tree he's found that he'd felt confident tearing down.

It's all about physics, baby. Sure enough, with Marc's added applied force, the tree in question bends and bends and -- Pop! Right out of the ground. The tree kicks up a good bit of dirt on its way out, revealing a partially destroyed root system that looks fairly noodly indeed.

"Also, I thought it was a dumb tree, and I wanted it to come down."

[justneedsomehelp]

Wet noodles may be the most surprisingly disgusting thing he's heard about some fake, bendy tree. And... it's about right when they get it yanked up out of the ground too. He wrinkles his nose a little bit.

At least until that last comment gets a laugh out of him. Really. "It was kind of a stupid looking tree, I guess."

[light_mischief]

VINDICATION!

"It was incredibly stupid looking." He goes around to kick the root system, which, you know. Looks like if someone thought they knew what a root system was when they were drawing it in a 3D model program. (Not good, is what that means.) "The captain is trying to deify himself, but he still can't create a genuine piece of nature. Seems like that ought to be the first thing he should master. And since he's been at this for a very long time," apparently, "Either creating life is infinitely harder than he planned it to be, or he's... hm. Phoning it in, maybe?"

Skulduggery would frown if he could. Really, could the captain not take a little more pride in some of this? It really wouldn't even be so bad, if he'd just put twenty percent more effort into it.