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]

Uh, yeah??? [Gesturing to his tattoos jusssst in case they aren't visible enough in his short sleeves.] People who say they don't are fuckin' cowards. And probably liars. Fire is like, the coolest thing on planet Earth. In like, the entire universe, probably!

[bloodmunchies]

That's fucking dope, dude! [ Aiden punches bro-fully at his arm. ] You gotta show me how you do it, man. Like, what do you do as a fire guy? And, uh, what do you mean the ship doesn't have any fire?

[broshaw]

Well, back home I got this sweet-ass flamethrower, it's like, 90% duct tape, super safe to operate... I guess its vintage now??? Eh, whatever, anyway, here it was all lighter fluid and a couple'a matches. Not as fun, but...

[You know, whatever it takes to light something on fire in a constructive way.]

And yeah, man. You can smoke in some places on the ship without gettin' yelled at, but there aren't like. Fire pits? Or even those cool propane tables with the color-changing fire in the center for like, ambiance and shit. I don't even know where people are gettin' their lighters, I just have one from home that hasn't run out yet.

[bloodmunchies]

Oh, boooo, that's bogus! Probably safer, though, I guess. Going down on a burning ship in the middle of the ocean is a most non-triumphant way to go.

[ Sadly, the enforcement of safety regulations once again gets in the way of fun. ]

Buuuut, uh... while we're here, and if you're, like, all done with the dancing... wanna go, like, light some stuff on fire?

[broshaw]

[oh my god this is better than being asked to the dance and Sharky doesn't hesitate:]

Fuck yes, dude, are you literally kidding me??? Fuck dancing, let's burn some shit down!

[...or just light things on fire. It's fine, it's cool, he can contain himself...]

[bloodmunchies]

[ Well, the cabins are probably a no, but, like, Aiden is so totally not gonna say no to burning down a couple of trees. Especially since this isn't a real forest and there isn't any ecology to disrupt. So he raises his fists in the air and shouts: ]

Let's burn some shit down!!

[ And he grabs for Sharky's arm, beelining for the bonfire. They are so gonna light it up on their last night out. ]