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

[latersgators]

"Hmmh. Not particularly, no. I suppose we could go walk by the lake, look at the stars for a bit." Even though the stars are all wrong and he can't find any of the constellations that he's familiar with. He does like some peace and quiet away from the crowd, with Marc. London isn't the kind of place with this kind of peace and quiet.

He probably would have liked the Field of Reeds. Maybe been fine without Marc for a few days. But it would have been too lonely for him, in the end. He's come around to liking having a protector in his head. Even depending on him sometimes for help.

"What about you?" He asks as they start towards the lake. "Any last hurrahs?"

[justneedsomehelp]

"Nah. A walk around sounds good. Maybe find somewhere to just relax for a while." The stars aren't right. None of this is quite right. But that's-- not important. It's quiet. It's peaceful. That's the important thing.

And there's nothing trying to kill them so far, so Marc is... hopeful that's not happening this time around.