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

[makesomedeals]

"That's why I opted for pipe cleaners and foam. I should probably leave before someone sees me and coats me in glitter." That seems like something Fio might do, so he's sparkly and cheered up or something along those lines.

"Honesty isn't exactly valued in my circles. Everyone is constantly scheming and attempting to backstab each other for personal gain. Myself included. So this entire adventure has been a learning experience." he gestures around them, "The ship itself I mean, not just camping."

A sigh as he tucks his new little butterfly creation into the too small pocket of these too small shorts. "Hard work pays off over time, or however the saying goes?"

[more_magic]

"Wise choice," Darlington says, his own thoughts running along similar lines, although the thought of their young cabin counselor--or anyone else--covering Max in glitter is more amusing to him than Darlington thinks it is to Max. "Escape while you can."

The explanation that follows Max's quip is more honest than he expected, and just a little familiar. "It's not as valued as it should be in some of mine," he admits. "The societies can be petty and backstabbing, prone to competition and useless gossip, although Lethe holds themselves a little above all that--or tries to. Still, if that's what you're used to, all of this really must be different."

Max puts his butterfly away, and Darlington cleans the clay slurry off his hands as much as possible before he stands up. "That's the general spirit of the saying," he says. "If you're heading back to the cabin, I'll walk with you? I should get a change of clothes, at least."

[makesomedeals]

"I think it's inevitable when you reach a certain level in any hierarchical society. Those at the top are perpetually focused on guaranteeing they never fall below a certain threshold. And those below them are constantly trying to ensure that happens." He's being forthcoming, but it's not like that's a secret. This is just how the game is played.

The game being: life.

"I think so. I could do with some time away from the rest of camp." Time he's going to use to lay in the dark and stare at the ceiling. This camping thing isn't turning out to be a whole lot of fun.