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]

( a tattoo, fat hands, maybe a concave skull from smashing it against walls — cool, that's a decent descriptor, she could totally parse that out. absolutely coming for your sister in the near future jinx okok. )

Or I could just try not to irritate her, yeah?

[opheliac]

It'd be waaaay funnier if you did.

[skaikru]

( and that's aaaaaaall the more reason to not.

with something of a light scoff, clarke gestures vaguely to the woods around them. )

Did you see anyone running through this way? Other than me, I mean.

( natsuno, flynn scifo, rita mordio, or bellamy blake? any of the potential prank perpetrators she'd been hunting with a whistle as her only weapon a few minutes ago. )

[opheliac]

Not lately, no. Why? Lookin' for more people to blow your whistle at for havin' fun?

[skaikru]

( no she seeks vengeance but is too proud to say so. )

If the fun is at my expense? Absolutely.

[opheliac]

And that's why you're probably the worst person in charge here.

(but she does a spin before moving back to the tree she hopped off.)

— But not like your whistle is gonna stop me from doing whatever I want!

[skaikru]

Just — don't do anything stupid!

( it's a parting sentiment aimed at jinx's back. but like a bullet through gelatin, clarke loses the energy to fight halfway through the statement. there really is no stopping some people, especially some of the people stuck on this cursed cruise liner. the blue haired bomber is one of the first names that comes to mind when considering volatile, unstable, and sometimes dangerous — if her bite ever catches up with her bite, in clarke's experience — and really, the only way to stop people like that is

... permanently.

which isn't even an option here, so clarke's just left with hope — that jinx won't go on to hurt anyone on this expedition, and will stick to that unnerving good mood she seems to be in. let's pray for ekko or something. )

[opheliac]

Bzzzzt, WRONG! — Everythin' I do is brilliant. You oughta watch me sometime. Maaaaybe you'll learn somethin' cool.

(with that, she takes a leap -- an inhuman one at that -- and reclaims her spot back on the tree branch. jinx shimmers in her seat and gets all nice and cozy; leaning her back against it's upper trunk.)