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

[skaikru]

( turns out there's only so much conversational fuckery a teenager can withstand, and clarke's found her limit. he's just standing there, ruining whatever vestiges of lives they may still have, and she's reaching forward to give him a shove.

just a little shove. to the shoulder. open palmed and harmless. but still utterly furious. )

That isn't what I'm asking.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[his mouth draws into a thin line.]

It's not what you meant to ask, but it's what you said. I can't answer a question you're afraid to speak into being.

[skaikru]

( that thin lip press is mirrored right back and clarke shakes her head infinitesimally from side to side. afraid? not of him —... except when she is but. conceal don't feel. )

What was the point of that, then? To stress us out? To lull us into a false sense of security? To trick the new comers into thinking this won't be that bad, regardless of what everyone who went on the last excursion tells them?

To foster interpersonal relationships and give us time to make friends so it's all the more traumatic to watch them die next time?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[considers... he shrugs, kicking at the dirt.]

Maybe it's just for fun. That can be a good enough reason for anything.

[skaikru]

( still mad, still bordering on shouting: )

That's such bullshit! Do you know how, are you physically capable of giving a real answer here?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

You always get the real answers. It's just you don't like them. That's hardly my problem.

[skaikru]

( BUT THEY DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE!!!!


... )

How about you dumb it down for me.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... No, that's far too easy. I'll let it be.

[skaikru]

( hate. pure, unadulterated hate. is hate-pouting a thing? it honestly looks a lot like scowling, and clarke's about ready to shove him again then breeze past onto the bus but.

one point of clarification. maybe one more questions. )

When you said you "can't answer a question I'm afraid to speak into being", you actually meant you won't, right?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

That could be true, if you ignore that I have answered the question. Which you do seem quite determined to do.

[skaikru]

I'm not ignoring your answers, I just don't ( get it ) buy them.

( it's ok to just be too dumb to get it clarke baby you're trying. )

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Continuing to not understand why this is, in any way, my problem.