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

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I'm not anything in particular right now. Should I be?

[opheliac]

Sheesh, I dunno. Figured you had moods. Or maybe ya don't so that's why you feed on us. To have moods.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

That's not really how that works. [a shrug] I've never felt very strongly. It takes a lot to get a rise from me. Should be enough of a challenge to keep you occupied for a while, don't you think.

[opheliac]

When you put it that way, guess so.

(a beat of silence. she should just leave all of this at that and climb on bus. but there's still something really eating at her.)

Y'know, juuuust to clarify somethin' you do know everythin' about us, right? Or is it just No Face that knows all the nitty gritty.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I know more than she does.

[opheliac]

Right, Right! gotcha.

(she resumes to appear casual while looking on their crewmates and even onward to the campsite entirely with her arms folded over her chest. and when jinx speaks, her tone is hushed but still loud enough for him to hear.)

... So you'd know shimmer when you see it. No Face said you were gonna throw it out and half the time, you don't know what you're tossin. — And I think that's a load of crap. 'Cuz if you knew everythin' then you know how valuable that serum is.

And I keep gettin' the feeling I have it on me for a reason and it's not 'cuz the two of you are just feeling generous. Do you know somethin' that I don't?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[dryly] I really can't imagine what I've done that's made you think that I care about things as idiotic as money or drugs.

[opheliac]

You can't be serious. Shimmer is a very easy way to get these losers to play the games the way you want. — Not that I'm sharin'. But my question is you gotta know in depths of why I got it. Or...

(...)

— Or am I gonna need it for something? Does this have anything to do with Silco?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[takes a step towards her.]

No. Nothing has anything to do with whatever petty bullshit from your reality that you keep clinging to for some fucking reason. Get it?

[opheliac]

(her eyes trail slowly from his feet to his face as he takes a step closer. the two of them having a narrow gap between them like this is something she wanted eventually. but unforuntely, not in the context she would be hoping for. if the captain were to be this close, it'd be because he trust her not due to irritation.

but that doesn't stop her from getting close, too. because unlike many who are wary of him, she isn't. people say he's dangerous but some believe she is, too. and despite imagining getting this opportunity, now isn't the time to strike. she'd hope to have a knife in her hand in this scenario and repeatedly stabbing him in the neck or slicing it clear off his shoulders.

sadly, she has nothing and with his guard up like this, he clearly has the better advantage here than her. so what to do? with her pinks lock to his, she flashes him a sweet smile which is horribly out of place given the tension with soft rumble in her throat.)

I'm only askin' a teeny tiny question. No need to get your shorts all up in a bunch. But I gotcha.

(comply. that's all she can really do for now until she comes up with a different approach.)

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Whatever.

[rolls eyes, flops back into leaning on the bus again. like it's two teenagers and not one teenager and one immortal who actively chooses to look like a middle-aged man.]