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

[broshaw]

"If that happens, we just gotta do what we did in Montana." He grins, chucking more sugar into the fire before pumping his fist. "Round up the gang and beat the shit outta anyone who tries to take our home."

Not that he, like, thinks of the ship as home or anything. But he isn't going home, soooo, transitive property, this is home now. Right? Right.

[decohere]

She laughs, wondering if and when it'll eventually come to that.

Because yes, it's her home. It's where her friends are. And she doesn't want to allow a few angry passengers to destroy everything just because they don't like the guy in charge.

"If the Captain dies, the magical barriers will fall. And all of everything here will cease to be."

[broshaw]

"Then I guess that dude doesn't have to worry about me kicking his ass, huh?" Because, like, it would suck to be the guy who literally killed all of these people. That would be literally the worst thing ever. He would probably fucking kill himself if that happened, except he'd also be dead, which would also suck.

"There are always assholes out there tryin' to ruin good things for other people, but so far most everyone I've talked to either just wants to go home or like, doesn't care that they're here to begin with. That's good, right? Means mosta us all want somethin' similar."

[decohere]

"Mostly, but all it takes is a couple of egotistical hero types that like to punch before they think of the consequences. Luckily the Captain doesn't seem so easily taken down, so..." Ava shrugs.

"At least with somebody like you around, things are less boring," she nudges him lightly.

[broshaw]

Sharky, unfortunately, knows all about that Leroy Jenkins bullshit. He sometimes wonders if that's exactly what Rook wound up doing. Just rushing in, guns blazing, without thinking it through...

"That's my job, I guess. Makin' things less boring. Or lightin' shit on fire. That is also definitely my thing."

Because fire never disappoints. It just outperforms your expectations!