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

[prodigalmess]

"That was BTK. He thought he was too smart to get caught. He was wrong." Malcolm gets what Max is saying. It's pretty dumb, but Malcolm is glad that killers have these weaknesses. Otherwise they wouldn't get caught.

He separates the words out as he goes, writing them all in caps underneath the translated block.

DEAR MALCOLM
IM SORRY WE HAD TO MEET THIS WAY YOU GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO WANT TO DO BETTER NO MATTER HOW HOPELESS THIS ALL FEELS I WISH I KNEW HOW TO EXPRESS HOW MUCH I ADORE YOU
YOURS AVA ♥ ♥

Malcolm reads it, barely breathing. He's silent for a moment as what Ava is trying to say sinks in.

"Uh. I think I should go find her," he says, surprised. "Now."

[makesomedeals]

"Ah." He doesn't have a mouth, or really facial expressions other than his eyes. But the way the apertures of his eyes half close and the tone of voice definitely conveys something like a smile.

"That good is it? Go find her. And thank her for the diversion." He's figured out what his is now, and can piece together what she's probably telling Malcolm from her request for Max to teach her how to dance. "I wish you luck."

[prodigalmess]

It is hard to read Max's expressions because of the helmet(?). That's part of how Malcolm profiles people. Fortunately, he's not interested in profiling Max right now.

At some point, definitely. But for now, he needs to find Ava.

"Thanks," Malcolm says, getting up from the table. He turns and is about to hurry out when he pauses and looks back. "Let's uh.. talk again sometime?"

Is that a weird thing to ask? Point is, Max intrigues him and he's Ava's friend. And Malcolm got to have a conversation about serial killers, which is the type of conversation that he's always up for.

[makesomedeals]

"Certainly." He's always up for conversation, especially when he gets to find out more things about people. Malcolm can profile him, and he can take stock of Malcolm. A win/win for all involved.

Also he's very interested in the less savory things, so please, talk about serial killers with him all the time.