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come_sailaway2022-06-10 12:13 am
sailmods) wrote in come_sailaway2022-06-10 12:13 am
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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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No. Nothing has anything to do with whatever petty bullshit from your reality that you keep clinging to for some fucking reason. Get it?
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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.)
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[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.]