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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[ He chuckles. He might well be in a place that seems to endeavor to make nightmares a reality, but the real world is no different than that. Humans are always just a single step away from their own personal horror stories. ]

Ahaha, I may well be! It's a tradition back home to sit around the campfire and tell such stories to scare each other.

[ It's the light and easy tone of one indulging in a childish game. He's aware that his world is a far bit softer than some others, but that's no reason to approach them from a point of doom and gloom. He nods. ]

Monsters, ghosts, and ghouls... I can't say I'm very fond of the idea of running into any of them. I suppose I should consider myself fortunate to have not thus far...

[ But he's looking expectantly, waiting to hear about one regardless. ]