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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Oooh, Marshmallows!

[starfleetcleaner]

Tendi has emerged from the med bay, and headed on up to the main atrium, if for nothing else that to see what was going on, the ship seemed a lot quieter than normal. There was some bustle, but things seemed to have quieted down, and now in the main atrium there's...a tent?

"Ooh, is this camping? Never been! Is there some kind of procedure you need to do with all of this?" Tendi grabs one of the chairs from the side lounge and drags it towards the center of the room, and takes a seat near the stove, looking a bit lost but still excited.

[businessorlibation]

1. Pillowfort
The first half of the day once everyone leaves for the island, Johnny spends in his room, waiting for the television to turn on. Waiting to see images of graphic violence and blood. But this time, that's not what happens. It is quiet and still, and around lunchtime, Johnny actually decides to go out and get food.

And on his way back, he sees the atrium in its current dressed-up state and quickly realizes there aren't nearly enough tents and sleeping bags for everyone left on the ship. One conversation with Friday later, and he has sufficient sheets and blankets to set up sleeping pallets and blanket forts for everyone.

If you pass by while he's working, you may get conscripted to help set up the space. Johnny seems very excited about being able to participate in the spirit of camping, despite not having signed up to leave the ship.

2. Haversnack
Smores are a new experience for Johnny. He is very carefully trying not to burn his marshmallow, watching the surface closely for proper browning, as if he's trying to get a good grade in marshmallow roasting.

"Really, what I think this could use is some tart raspberry jam. It'd work with the chocolate and the cloyingly sweet marshmallow. What do you think?"

3. Worrywart
As the week progresses, though, the cheer wears thin. There's more days where Johnny lingers around the buffet instead of the atrium in the mornings, as if waiting to see who may have died and woken up back on the ship and decided to drag themselves to get food. The shiny playful demeanor gives way to visible anxiety and even occasional moments where he gets snappy with people.

Help calm him down, perhaps, or suffer his frustration when he bitches at you about spilling something on his clothes or otherwise get in his way?

4. Wildcard
darkersolstice or darkersolstice#9463 to plan a thing. Johnny may also be found on the sports deck, playing around since he can't train with Sarge, or at the bars as usual.

Claudia | Interview with the Vampire | OTA

[the_infant_death]

Claudia comes drifting through after dark, and is rather puzzled by the scene she finds in the atrium. She circles the arrangement of items, silently in the dark, before wandering in amongst them, touching the tent, the fake tree. She doesn't get near the little stove - fire will hurt her - but peruses the s'mores paraphernalia.

"What is this?" she asks, turning to the nearest wakeful person.

'Camping for fun' was not really a thing in her time period, it was called 'travelling while you were poor' and had not yet become a Marketable Experience. Please enlighten the child vampire from the 1860s.

[ktizo]

Hythlodaeus has no idea what is going on the in the atrium, but the setup intrigues him nonetheless. He finds a bag of marshmallows near the stove and takes them, before plopping himself down on the one the sleeping bags and eating the marshmallows directly out of the bag. He... doesn't know that you're supposed to do anything else with them but eat them. And if they're just sitting here, they're obviously free to take, right?

"So... what exactly is all of this?" He asks it aloud, not knowing if he's doing this right. Whatever 'this' is. Of course if anyone does show up to answer, he offers the bag to them so they can take a marshmallow.

[ex_heaved685]

[ The ship was creepy enough with people, but now that they’ve all cleared out for camp, the small space feels even more haunted somehow. Vi finds herself seeking out the sparse few who decide to hang behind, just to escape the feeling of being swallowed up by the hulking space. She’s still unfamiliar enough with the ship that she doesn’t know where the “hub” of the place is, but she finds it eventually from a sickly smell alone.

The setup Friday has going is honestly very sweet, Vi feels mildly bad for trash talking the woman, even if she still doesn’t trust her. But something smells good enough that it pulls Vi closer.

She has no idea what a ‘s'mores’ is, but it looks incredible. Watching someone else put one together, she follows suit.

With her newly assembled sticky treat, Vi crams it into her mouth. ]

Holy shit.

[ It is incredible. Pure bliss. Vi reaches in to make four more s'mores stacks and starts to polish them off rapid fire. Everyone watch their fingers. ]

[hashtagparkerluck]

Someone is a little bummed he missed the chance to go on the camping trip and make all the Friday the 13th references he could possibly come up with. Instead he missed sign ups completely and is now just sulking in atrium.

He appreciates Friday's efforts to bring the feeling to them but it's no Camp Crystal Lake. Not that he wants to meet Jason or anything but it would be kinda cool?

He sulkily munches on a smore and tries to convince himself it's probably better he stays away from the excursions. After all, excursions were basically the same thing as a fieldtrip and historically fieldtrips don't usually end well for him.

Come bother him?

[killed]

a. s'mores

[ Hiyori has been here for a day and he already hates this place. It's poorly run, poorly stocked, with an absolute mess of an infirmary that makes him wish for anything else. Still, one must make due with what they have, and there's plenty of others medical technicians willing to fill the gaps where he fails to. Fortunate, as he's on a permanent vacation from dealing with the dense and hopeless.

Though really, he's just in a foul mood due to his life circumstances back home.

He's handling it the way any mature adult would, naturally, by eating half his weight in sweets. One might find him making s'mores by the fire. There's a small divided container next to him holding different ingredients, from spreads to fruit, along with a thermos - all quite kosher for the fake campfire experience. One can find him making s'mores using strawberries and nutella, peanut butter cups, and other more gourmet forms of the campfire treat and biting down one after another. ]

b. campfire tales

[ Stress eating aside, Hiyori has made an effort to take stock of those around him. It's an odd bunch, cobbled together without any rhyme or reason, and it makes it truly feel like every cruise that he's been on. Even so, the warm and caring smile never leaves his face as he sits around the fire, engaging in idle chatter as he can and eating half his weight in sweets. The warm smile never leaves his face, kind and undeniably genuine, the trademark of a social butterfly.

What to do, what to do... He perks up after a fashion as he settles on an idea. ]

We're supposed to be at camp, are we not? It's not much of one, but we can at least play pretend...

[ A soft laugh. He'd say they did their best, but this doesn't even qualify as a half-assed effort. They'll have to play pretend at the fire even, only having a shoddy little stove to camp around. ]

Now then, campfire stories are simply a must! We can exchange scary stories, the kind that will keep the other up at night... Would you like to start us off? ♪

[ The former is just a little joke, as there are no seven mysteries on a cruise ship, or does it seem that it's passengers need any fictitious ghosts and spooks and killers to scare them. But that just means it's even more fun to play pretend and indulge in ideas that can bring no harm. ]

c. wildcard

[ Choose your own adventure, or contact me at pfle and we'll work something out. ]