JUNE OPEN LOG

[sailmods]

[but, hey: you shouldn't be left out of the camping fun just because you didn't think to sign up, or you only got here yesterday, or actually you only got here today and you have no idea what's going on! because the camp can come to YOU!

meaning, shortly after seeing the others off, Friday returns to the atrium and begins setting up a few items she's brought from... somewhere, one assumes? a pup tent. two sleeping bags. a tent stove. s'mores accoutrements. there's a fake potted plant that she decided looked enough like a tree. all pushed together in the middle of the atrium.

at her spot behind the desk, she looks visibly pleased with herself. she's doing her best.]

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[the_infant_death]

Claudia, infinitely more dangerous that Friday, considers the woman before her with an unblinking stare for a moment. "Perhaps," she allows. "What is it that you are eating?"

It does not stink of cooked meat, and Claudia has never seen such a confection. She does not eat, of course, but if she is going to be stuck with all these mortals, she might as well learn about them. It's something to do.

[ex_heaved685]

Vi pauses and looks at the melted mess in her hands for just a beat, and then shrugs.

"I actually have no idea. It's sweet. Like really sweet. I've never tasted anything like it before. So, I guess it must be from... here?"

She waves a bandaged hand around her head gesturing to the ceiling of... 'here'. In the broadest sense.

"Do you want to try one? They're easy to make."

[the_infant_death]

"No."

Claudia doesn't consume anything but blood: but she lies gently and says, "I do not enjoy sweets." Something more like mortal sensibilities: while she is presenting herself more an adult from the start, she is not being so open with her true nature.

[ex_heaved685]

That does surprise Vi a bit, what kind of kid doesn't like sweets and treats. But she won't push the issue, because Claudia sounds so sure of her small self.

"Suit yourself, but they are incredible."

She lapse into silence, chewing absentmindedly on the rest of her crackers.

"Hey, what's your name anyway?"

[the_infant_death]

"Claudia. What is yours?"

A peculiar sort of person, apparently far more accustomed to mortal children than Claudia herself is. Claudia does not remember being mortal, and is not making very much of an effort to present herself as a child anyway. Her dress is a grown lady's, and so is her hairstyle, but she knows now this is not the acute signal it would be in her own time period.

Some people will still see her as a child. She is resigned to this.