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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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He seems to realize that his hands are damp after shaking with Ruby, then tries to wipe off the water on his sopping clothes.
"Aura, huh? You some kinda hippie mystic? Hey, that's awesome, I used to know a couple'a those!" Aiden frowns. "Some'a them disappeared with a cult, though."
Oh, the seventies.
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She's half-way to commenting on the tasting nasty thing before getting immediately distracted by:
"Hippie... mystic? Uh, not exactly, heh, Aura's a specific thing in my world. Sort of like a personal shield that comes from the soul. You could hit me and it wouldn't like, actually hit me. If that makes sense?" A beat. "...uh. Sorry that people you knew disappeared into a cult, though?"
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"That 'Aura' stuff is pretty awesome, though!" Aiden tils his head, seeming to look Ruby over. "So how's that work? Are you a spirit? Or a witch? It would be most fantastic if you could teach me magic spells!"
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How long is 'waaaaay' long ago when he doesn't look much older than her... she guesses everyone has their own metric? A few years might do it. Look, she's too polite to ask.
"Not a spirit or a witch, just... a normal girl. Kind of. My eyes are... well, it's complicated. So, no spells, sorry," she flashes a smile that is weirdly apologetic for something she doesn't really have to be sorry for, probably, "actual magic in my world is kinda only a thing for a handful of people. Which it doesn't sound like it is in yours, huh?"
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"Uh, well... naw, it is. Most people are total squares and don't know anything about magic, but I'm sorta magic, and I talk to a lotta people who are also magic. Y'know? Actually, all of my housemates are sorta magic!"
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Ruby tilts her head.
"That still sounds more common than home but... I think a lot of what's just totally normal for me is magic to others; it's a little weird. What kinda stuff is this sorta magic, then?"