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

[justneedsomehelp]

"James Bond, huh? Think that's more Steven's speed." He did demand to know why Marc hadn't made him cool like James Bond at least. He rolls his eyes at the memory before he quiets, listening.

"... Sorry. Gotta be tough." He shrugs. "But maybe one day, right? Unless we do get to... stay here. Make it better. Something."

[decohere]

"Oh, see I must have mistaken you for a man of action," Ava teases, then shakes her head. "Sometimes the past is meant to remain in the past," Ava dismisses the thought of returning. It's long past any opportunity to do so. Life never went the way she wanted it.

"And I still owe you a Hulk impression."

[justneedsomehelp]

"Hey, c'mon." He is totally a man of action. But the thought of that Hulk impression has him looking pretty amused again, if he's honest. "Yeah? I mean, you do. You ready to give it now?"

[decohere]

"Fine, but you have to picture me as green. And bigger," Ava puffs out her chest, tries to curl her arms into the stance of a gorilla. She's so laughably small in comparison. "Much bigger..."

And then stomps toward Marc, teeth bared angrily. "HULK SMASH," and swipes both her arms down at him. With no intention to hit him, if he doesn't move away in time they'll simply phase through.

[justneedsomehelp]

Okay-- look, he got a tiny woman to act like the Hulk. It was worth trying to act like Steven Grant for the moment. He does back up when she smashes at him, actually laughing for a change. He doesn't do that often at all, but--

Can anyone blame him?

"Oh, perfect. Gotta say... your acting is spot on."

[decohere]

"Thank you, I always wondered what else I could have done with my life other than kill people." She shakes off the stance. "Anyway, sorry I'm a dirty cheater. I assure you, I make up for it by being bad at other things."

[justneedsomehelp]

"Hey, Hulk impersonator isn't so bad." He shakes his head dismissively though. "Yeah, well, don't worry about it. As long as it stays between us."