come_sailaway | 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:

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Definitely not Zaun. The air is too clean and the food actually tastes like its supposed to.

(Despite all the awful things, and the morning announcements, Ekko wasn't having too horrible of a time. The only thing that annoyed him was how small of a space they were confined to, he could barely get his glider up and running before finding the edge of the barrier one way or another.)

But yeah, I can definitely make was we were talking about here. And back on the ship, I'm sure I can make whatever we need if I have the tools. The trick is how long it will take.

(getting annoyed, she rolls her eyes and wanders in further in their cabin.)

Whatever. Just so we're clear? She's not gettin' involved with the you-know-what. I barely trust you helping me makin' it. — 'Sides, we might end up needin' to drain someone's magic powers. Whiiiich means a lotta stabbin'. And THAT goes against the whole — (in a mocking tone:) "working together" ♪.

(jinx begins to snoop around; lifting up a mattress, setting it back down then peeking in any drawers or cabinets.)

My knifeplay isn't so great so I guess I could use the practice.

( clarke likes to imagine that at some point, some day, she and jinx will be able to relatively normal conversation in which the blue haired girl doesn't say something that just sets off all the alarm bells in her head. but... there's imagination, and then there's reality, and clarke's not holding her breath for it to happen. just holds her tongue, bites back the pessimistic belief that there's very little chance of every passenger here ever committing to the agreement venti (and ebalon, ew) had put forth a little while ago.

her personal stance had been incapacitating anyone who proved unwilling to get with the program, and that suggestion had gone over just as well as expected with a lazy god who idolized peace and freedom without acknowledging what it took to get to that sort of happy ending. )

I don't have to get involved in anything.

( this is a lie, she's categorically incapable of not sticking her nose in other peoples business. )

I'm just curious.

( but this is at least a sliver of truth to round it out. )

(Now Ekko was a bit of a loss, he wasn't sure what the deal with draining magic was, or just where the knives came into play. But with Jinx you couldn't be certain which conversation you were having and which plans you were working on because everything was scrambled in that head of hers.)

Just a few upgrades to her room, and a few toys that are back on the ship.

Nothing that would have been much help here though. At least not with securing the cabin anyways. Though a flare might have been helpful.

(He'd look around the art supplies and see what the options were, he'd planned on grabbing a bit of extra paint anyways.)

(and now it is jinx's turn to fall a bit bewildered, too. she shoots him a glance over her shoulder while shutting one of the cabinet doors.)

Wait, that's it? I thought you wanted to attempt to create our own lil' hextech here.

(well so much for keeping clarke out of the picture of this. jinx turns and lean against the case with her arms folded.)

Sure, the percent of us succeeding would be less than one percent or maybe in the decimals. It MIGHT work if we swoop some of the magic user's sparkles and if I remember all of those scentists' notes.

( curiosity insists she push here — what toys? what upgrades to jinx's room? the very fact the two of them are talking about hoverboards and airships gives clarke the distinct impression that the technology in their world had been far beyond that of her own (an apocalypse or two sets the human race back a bit, okay?) and knowing jinx's ability to scrabble together a bomb out of basic household materials is more than enough to raise an eyebrow at. she wants to know more, and wants to know more immediately.

but in the other hand, pragmatism.

she's the distinct impression that if she stays silent here and lets the two of them chat or squabble, she'd learn way more than just asking outright. so clarke remains stalk still for now, face a mask of impassivity. she'll fade into the early morning shadows of the cabin if allowed to. all the while mulling over —

what the hell is hextech? and what scientist? )

What that marble the enforcer that was tagging around with Vi wanted? Didn't know we were keeping that one a secret. Besides I need a bit more than a wrench and a bit of tape for something like that.

(Ekko didn't really have that good of a look at it in the first hand, he knew it was a lot more powerful and compact than the power core for the boards though and he would like to see what he could do with it.)

I can do a lot with bolts and bits I find laying around, but that's going to take some serious equipment. Too bad we get the golden boy's notebook or something. Don't think we'll be teleporting anywhere with gates though.

We would need somewhere to hide it too. So they don't take it.

I can make the platform thingie we need it for. That's pretty easy. — And I'm tellin' you, we JUST need stab a magic user.

(she pushes herself off the cabinet then resumes back to scooping around their cabin for any goodies.)

It's gotta be in their blood, right? So get their blood and then, I dunno, put it in my bombs? Maybe we'll get a reaction. Might not be able to teleport us outta here but could knock the Cap's door down. Fight magic with magic?

( does she respect the ingenuity of putting sorcerer blood in bombs? absolutely.

are clarke's deeper desires for progress and destruction tickled by the prospect of — the painfully mortal, augmented or not — simple humans somehow managing to level the playing field? you know it.

if this is what they mean by hextech, is she suddenly interested in investing in jinx and ekko's offshoot startup? bet.

but does the familiar weight of playing peacemaker and advocate for all people still hang heavy on her shoulders? it's certainly heavier than the string looped through the whistle that rests on her chest. )

Okay but. Have you considered not just...randomly stabbing someone who can use magic. You could just ask for some of their blood. Some of the magicians here are basically just scientists, and might actively help you out just because they want to see if it'd work.

Pretty sure we'd have to find the right symbols too. That's going to be the hardest part, unless you happen to remember any?

(Ekko hadn't seen enough to know any of the glyphs, but that was pretty straightforward from what had been told to him. He didn't have much invested in the ship or with anyone else on the ship, but the idea of being able to do something helpful and that would benefit most of those that he did know, that was something Ekko was on board with.

Still, it would mean keeping a closer eye on Jinx as well. There was a certain danger in what they were doing as well. And he didn't want past mistakes being repeated.)

It might not even be something in the blood.

JUNE EVENT: CAMP

CAMP AION

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject