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MISSION 009

⏵ CAMP ETRAYA ⏴
On May 16th, Aurora and the companion bots direct those not heading off to Solmara to make their way to Camp Etraya.

Nestled away from everything else in a large clearing full of wildflowers and redwoods, Camp Etraya is a nostalgic summer camp experience put together just for it's residents! Cabins are assigned, scary stories are told around campfires, gossiping happens among friends on the trails surrounding the cabins - and don't be surprised when something goes awry. After all, this is still Etraya.

While the rest of Etraya is still accessible and will not be blocked off, characters are discouraged from venturing far from camp for too long: Aurora will specify that they are on a mission, and that missions do require participation, but she has intentionally left them the freedom to wander. Not sleeping in their assigned cabins, not participating in events, and staying away from Camp Etraya will end with her having to take more extensive security measures, so please be on your best behavior! The last thing she wants to do is start enforcing boundaries, but she will if she has to.

Camp is set up much like your generic summer camp! Each cabin is named, housing is assigned to characters as they arrive, there are camp counselors, and rotating daily tasks and chores. There are also multiple activities that characters are expected to participate in, and each activity is worth points that goes toward their camp graduation score. This score will be visible on their earpiece, and follows the A-F grading system. We are not be monitoring this, and are leaving character scores up to players. We do, however, ask that you please report your characters' camp grade HERE for rewards and demerits to be handed out after the mission itself.

Cabin assignments can be found here, which also has their roles, and chores assigned to that cabin. Those who are participating in Solmara have received an assigned cabin, too, but their absence toward the beginning will not harm the cabin's ability to compete given how spread out their assignments are.

⏵ WELCOME TO CAMP ⏴

Camp life is meant to instill a sense of belonging, connection with nature, encouragement towards the creative, all on top of a firm foundation of responsibility. Upon arriving, campers will be escorted towards a table of white t-shirts and countless buckets of dye!

Each Etrayan will be invited to make three Tie-Dyed shirts- as well as required to wear one as part of their summer uniform. Camp counselors must wear 80s basketball shorts or cut-off jeans. Campers may wear cargo shorts or a skort. For those with physical limitations to what they can wear, accommodations will be provided.

Here, bonding is the camp runners' priority. They will be pushed into various ice-breaker activities, such as trust falls, two truths and a lie, and Never have I Ever. As the sun goes down, there will be weenies roasting over the bonfire, followed by s’mores and a sing-a-long! With the stars well-visible, it’s off to bed with campers.

Each day after will start much the same: with the ringing of the bell and raising of the flag (Aurora, while unfamiliar with flag designs but an understanding of the concept, has chosen a rainbow flag for the camp. Rainbows make people happy, right?), followed by a meal at the Great Hall, morning assembly, activities with counselors, chores, free time, and then an evening winding down by the great fire. An hour after sun down, campers will be escorted back to their cabins for curfew. Camp Counselors are expected to keep track of their campers, and ensure they're all within their cabins for bedtime. This is part of their grade, too! Curfew lifts an hour before the first bell.

⏵ CAMP ACTIVITIES ⏴

As with most summer camps, Camp Etraya offers a wide variety of activities to participate in. While some of these activities may be mandatory, others are optional. We'll be leaving this up to individual player discretion: perhaps Viktor is mandated to report to arts and crafts, whilst it's optional for Silco to show. Silco, on the other hand, may be mandated to report to the archery contest. Characters are encouraged to participate in a minimum of one camp activity per day.

Below is a non-exhaustive list of camp activities.

Three-Legged Race - You and a partner are tied together at your ankles, and you must race others to the finish line. Those with abilities that would give them an advantage will find that the rope that ties them together hinders those abilities from functioning.
Archery - This can be more traditional, magical, or include moving targets! If you're particularly unlucky, your target may even shoot back.
Softball - What instills a sense of camaraderie better than a bit of team sports? Games will be held on Wednesdays, the field is otherwise available for practice.
Dodge Ball - Standing diametrically opposed to Softball is dodge ball, the bully’s sport. This is a great opportunity to claim dominance or be sent to the Nurse’s Office.
Obstacle Course - You are directed into a large maze with multiple obstacles for them to overcome, such as rock climbing walls, ramps, tires, and nets.
Capture the Flag - Small teams are put together in order to take the flag from a particular bot, whose entire goal is to avoid being caught.
Canoe Race - Canoes are placed into the rivers just off of the camp, and characters must race to the finish line.
Chocobo Riding - Learn how to care for and ride these magnificent birds! Newbies will be taken around the corral, whereas more experienced riders can take the trail around the lake.
Arts and Crafts - Make friendship bracelets, bead lizards, paint rocks, learn origami! Or perhaps you're tasked with putting together an enchanted necklace. Don't know how to do enchantments? Now is as good of a time as any to learn.
Campfire stories - Share scary stories amongst yourselves around the campfire late into the night. If you're particularly unlucky, you may just hear the thing you were just warning others about..

⏵ NIGHT TIME ⏴

Once campers have been put to bed, the counselors can still stay up. Unwind with hidden beers and the strumming of a guitar. Don’t get too comfortable, though, since without supervision, no one is keeping the campers in bed.

After dark, should campers evade their counselors, they can go exploring in the dark. Eerie lights glimmer from the lake. There’s rumors of a headless spectre walking from the archery field to the edge of the forest. Should you behave, you still might hear a scratching at your bunk house window.

And on the very last night of camp, there will be a talent show. Show off your hidden talent and bask in the excitement of wowing your fellow campers!

⏵ NOTES ⏴

Welcome to Camp Etraya! Please enjoy the s'mores and campfire songs. :)

Camp will last approximately two weeks, going from May 16th to May 30th.

For all questions relating to this mission, please refer to the plotting post. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.

⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

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[Little has Barnabas thought much of the other campers as they've all set about their day with the expectations and activities presented. His mind focused on the mission and its requirements, determined to succeed with nothing short of perfection. After all, if there is weight to Aurora's claims about saving their worlds, he would not damn his for petty indolence.

Thus has he taken to his assigned role concerning the flag, lowering it at the end of the day—sunset. Which leaves him out and not within his cabin when a certain doppelganger attempts to leave the camp unnoticed.

Unfortunately for Knife, they are not.

With silent fascination, Barnabas allows this other Barnabas to go on ahead, cut for the tree line, before he himself gives pursuit. He is as silent as a shadow, masking his own presence (magical or otherwise) as he often does, though he is not invisible—no, he chooses to allow that much of an advantage, though no sound betrays him.

For now he follows, he wants to see where this double is going, and perhaps who or what it is.]

Edited 2025-05-17 01:36 (UTC)

[if a 32 (18+7+7) in luck can't save them, little else can; Knife is shit at acting, shit at fighting, but evasion and hiding are their expertise.

scuffed footprints, one last Misty Step for misdirection, the alteration of weight and footshape altogether while they lose themselves in the darkness, praying for no creatures to give them away.

as insurance, they throw their voice back the way they came, but don't bother to brace and wait for result. they just move, slip their skin, and hunker down.]

[A disgruntle hedgehog is walking through the campsite, carrying a tie-dye shirt in his arm. He refuses to wear it, hoping that being seen with it in his arm is enough that he won't get pestered. Until it doesn't work, but he'll figure out what to do when that happens. Maybe he'd wear it if he didn't think it would look silly on him.

While he's figuring out the rest of this...camping thing, he comes to sudden stop. The sight of Pending in his tied up glory coming first before the pitiful cry for help. Frowning.]

What did you do this time? [That's not helping Shadow.]

[the false Barnabas blinks a few times until their eyes glint like an animal's, taking back their darkvision for the steady trek ahead of them. accounting for the altered weight and height means going slower than they'd enjoy, but it's part of the learning process, and while they're not apt to relishing studying (bad memories), they don't feel like bumbling and lumbering around just to get got.

periodically, they stop and listen - more for the whirr of those annoying bots than any person - and then proceed on.

Holy fuck, how far away did we get ganked? trees and trees and trees. they've not spent that much time out in the wilderness (not a whole lot of shit to steal out there), and they're starting to worry they're just gonna up and die from exposure instead of just dying from boredom. weighing those options might've been better with more of a plan...if those bots would fucking let them plan!!

after two hours or so, they stop, leaning up against a tree to take a short rest, feeling somewhat hopeful that they weren't bothered? as they'd wanted?

that might be too lucky.]

[it's not really clicked that there's two of these fucking rude boys here, so the moment Shadow's silhouette fills in and the voice hits, Knife's stomach drops.

Fucking hell, what now! thank goodness they're not Antigone, or they'd be surely punted across the landscape just for being stuck like this.

grumbled:] Why's it my fault automatically...?

[wait. he might send one of those fucking giant chickens to attack him again. goddammit--]

Antigone.

[ he calls out, responses like this are shadow's bread and butter, but never is he meant to go close. maria he would quickly come to her and reassure him she can confide in him, but this person that he doesn't know? the most he can give is his attention that he's here.

watch them.

what are they afraid of? ]

[they startle and freeze up, and for a moment their eyes are milk-white. after a few blinks, the color returns.

Right. I'm Antigone right now.

they swallow, open their mouth, close it, and swallow again.]

Wh-what. [what does he want? a "yes, master"? fucking hell.]

>> Canoeing

[ John is hanging out by the canoes tied up at the dock. There's a convenient log he's using as a bench (probably why it's there in the first place) and a pile of life vests in all shapes and sizes next to him. He is dressed in the tie dye and cargo pants uniform, though he's kept his hair in it's usual gelled manner; he might not be wearing his suits but he's not going to be that casual around a ton of strangers.

To anyone who passes close enough or seems to be showing some interest, no matter how fleeting, he says, ]

Want to canoe? I can teach you how if you don't know.

[ His cabin is in charge of canoeing, which is convenient since he'd be doing this anyway. ]

>> Arts and crafts part 1

[ Arts and crafts is not one of his strengths. In fact, he's probably never done it before, or at least not after he was so young not to remember. But here he is with an array of pictures printed on paper and tissue paper, as well as some jars, scissors, glue bottles, and water. It's decoupage. There's a list of instructions on a laminated sheet but he looks incredibly lost as he stares at the array of items in front of him. Anyone want to help a 6'2" confused ex-CIA hitman out? He doesn't look as intimidating as usual in his tie dye shirt and slightly befuddled frown. ]

>> Arts and crafts part 2

[ This time John is sitting in front of bundles of embroidery thread. He's picked out three shades of tan, off white, and charcoal black. There's instructions for something that will end up looking like this but he's only gotten as far as tying the thread into a knot and taping it down to the table. He keeps rereading the instructions and starts to put the threads in the proper shape, but second guesses himself and undoes it before going back to squint at the instructions. Does anyone else know what to do or want to give it a shot? ]

>> Closed to cabin Koalas or anyone visiting

[ John has been a very tidy cabin mate; his bed is made every morning, his clothes and shoes are folded neatly and tucked under his bed to be out of the way. He's introduced himself by name, that he helps run the library, though not going so far as to be friendly; it's more of a polite but distant manner. Right now he's sweeping the cabin; he's used to cleaning the library and itches for it a little, and this is a way of getting some of that energy out. Besides, who doesn't like a clean floor? He'll look up from this job whenever someone walks in and just give a simple, ]

Hi.

>> Closed to Harold

[ He has to wonder how Harold is doing. Not only is he not allowed to wear his suits, but he has to abandon the solitary comfort of the library. Harold is not one for being known and around this many people. Thankfully they exchanged cabin names when the assignments came out, so John knows the first place he's going to look, and he goes to the appropriate cabin in his camp uniform and usual hair, poking his head inside. ]

Harold?

[ If he's not here, maybe someone else will be and can give him a clue. ]

[[ ooc: if you want something that's not here, feel free to pm this journal! ]]

What frightened you?

[ does he expect an answer? no, not really. but this one has a loud mouth, they say what's on their mind.

whether they do or don't is their choice.

was it the touch? the fall? death? ]

[they stare, not really processing for a beat, before an eye half-closes, incredulous.

uneasily, drawing their shoulders up, bracing:] Y-you.

[Barnabas knows how to hunt, knows how to pursue, and a great part of that is patience. Certainly he isn't a fan of breaking the curfew that's been placed upon the camp, however he is also aware that there might be lenience granted depending on what this is. He has no reason to believe it to be one of the campers, after all, there are oddities that appear during these missions at times that require problem solving on the Etrayans' end, this could very well be part of it.

The whole camping thing seems almost too peaceful. Why shouldn't there be some doppelgangers lurking about? It would fit, wouldn't it? Become friendly and familiar with one another so that you can root out the fakes. A test of your insight and discernment, perhaps.

He cannot act hasty, not that he ever really does. Not anymore.

At the two hour mark, he does begin to wonder just how far this thing intends to travel, if it even has a specific destination in mind—but then it stops to rest.

Fascinating.

Barnabas is left with the option to continue observing from afar, or to reveal himself. He does not fear what this thing could be, he doesn't fear much of anything, so what spurs him is what he believes will garner him better information from the creature.

Finally he settles on revealing himself. However, how he does this is not aggressive, nor threatening in any... traditional sense. No, he just... walks into view, his expression that typical gloomy stoicism, while he carries himself with an almost casual ease as he looks at them.

It is his voice that breaks the quiet, whisper-like as it is.]

To what end do you wear my countenance?

[He could be a whole lot more bothered by this, but of course this emotional corpse of a man inquires about this as if it were a question about the weather. He doesn't expect an answer, the reaction will tell him much and more, but if he does get an answer...well, that works too.]

Hm.

[ it's to be expected. they wouldn't be the only one who feels this way. ]

That's fine.

[ he accepts it without complaint, there are those who are terrified of him for his history and what he is. others can be intimidated due to his actions and personality. it's the same song and dance, but he watches the other waiting for what else they have to say on the matter. ]

Cabins — closed to the Penguins

[ Well, this is practically Carver’s personal nightmare. He stares at the cabin and the assigned bunks with open disgust, lip curled. The look he gives his fellow bunkmates is similarly unimpressed. ]

You touch my shit and I’m bouncing your skull off the floor. Just so we’re clear.

[ Cool. He’s not going to be sleeping much. ]

Icebreakers

[ Participation is, of course, mandatory. And now Carver, a grown ass man, is sitting on a log and holding himself stiffly in front of a fire. Hating himself more than a little.

He exhales through his teeth. This whole thing is ridiculous. Childish. He’s wearing a tie-dye shirt and feels uneasy and uncomfortable without his uniform. ]

Fine. Two truths and a lie. Let’s just get this over with.

Nighttime

[ Insomnia isn’t doing Carver any favors. At night, he heads out into the dark to scout. Dressed all in black and quiet on his feet, trained to disappear into the woods, he’s practically a ghost. It’s against the rules, such as they are, but he’s not wearing the camp uniform out here. Not at night, where he means to scout. ]

Going somewhere?

[ His tone is bland, should he come across anyone else wandering. He doesn’t have a flashlight. But he does have a knife sheathed openly at his hip, as you do. ]

Wildcard

[ Hit me up at

mirrorfaded if you’re in the mood for something else. ]

( damian isn't big on summer camp. he isn't adverse to the outdoors, nor would be protest most of the activities that are being offered here. but camp? with shared rooms? if he hadn't already experienced the nightmare that was moorecroft, this would be when he would begin protesting.

unfortunately, he did survive through moorecroft, and the idea of kicking up a fuss and causing aurora to begin taking the same actions the ai of that particular city bubble had - well. it's enough to encourage him to behave. mostly. as much as damian behaves for anyone else who isn't family, which notably isn't much.

which means that while he's here, wearing the ridiculous tie-dye shirt and cargo shorts, he is still wearing robin's mask.

and carting around most of his menagerie.

in the raccoon's cabin isn't just the individuals who were assigned, but a massive dragon bat, a tuxedo cat, and a poro who doesn't belong to him but is in his care for the moment and robin - well.

he opens the door to his cabin. notes the man who has taken the bed that was meant to belong to accelerator but now belongs to the cat and poro, one of whom begins yowling angrily at the presence of someone who wasn't invited to his bed, and rolls his eyes in the most exasperated manner possible. )

Who invited you?

Izuku isn't about to just attack. He has to declare himself first. With the power of One For All sparking around him, he yells,

"Stop right there, Toga Himiko! You're wanted for murder and assault!"

The agility matches her, even if the demeanor doesn't. Trying to pretend as a cover? There's no one else here, is there? Well, she's made now, so she should revert back to her usual creepy self... right?

Izuku doesn't just have super strength up his sleeve. He releases black energy-like tendrils from his hands, intent on binding his target.

You took things, and attacked one of the robots. [That was just asking if they needed assistance. He looks at where the ropes meet, seeing how tightly tied the knots are.] How did this happen then?

[Sitting atop his assigned cabin is Shadow, observing all the things that one does while camping from there. He is still not wearing the tie-dye shirt, currently tied around his waist to give the impression that he is though. Night has fallen over the campsite, and most of the activities have ended for the day. Some are returning to their cabins (or not their own), wandering off where they probably shouldn't, or sitting around the campfire.

It's far too bustling for his taste, but he could see the appeal for it. At least, he can hear others enjoying themselves. The scent of s'mores getting toasted reaches even from here...the first time he's ever smelled it. He's only ever seen humans have them in those shows. It's pleasant, alluring almost with it's sweet aroma. Does it taste as good as it smells? They seem to like them. Maybe at some point when there isn't so many people around...

He lifts his head, eyes turning away from the campfire. He gets the feeling there were suddenly eyes on him? Glancing down and around, there's indeed a pink hedgehog from before looking at him. Frowning.]

What? [His tone isn't harsh. Just bringing attention that he sees what she's doing.]

[There's a heavy thump as a bucket full of what appears to be glitter, is set down next to Wade at whatever table he's at. A certain Shadow the edgehog looking up at him knowingly. He lurks around the campsite enough to gather who has been placing glitter where they shouldn't. He is also, not fashioning a tie-dye shirt. It's tied around his waist right now. That's still wearing it, right?]

Not my cabin. [Don't bring the cabin he has to stay in into your games. Everyone else is whatever.]

Archery

As a member of the Monkey cabin, the campers are supposed to be minding the archery and sword demonstration areas. Neither of which are Vax'ildan's weapon of interest. In a very minor display of effort, he's at the archery range.

The half-elf is seated in a chair, which is tilted back onto two legs. His feet are propped onto the table that's set up for keeping track of things like points scored. It's an impressive display of balance that could end quickly if he's not careful.

Speaking of careful, is Vax even paying attention to what's going on? His eyes are closed. Is he... asleep? One might find out if they were to approach or call out to him.

Yes, he's taking his camp job very seriously.

Obstacle Course

This isn't so bad compared to the other activities. Vax does like to stretch his legs, and some physical activity feels good after sleeping a night in a cabin. When it's his turn, he dashes forward into the maze and starts to maneuver through the obstacles with ease. He's quite agile and scales the rock wall in seconds before dropping down the other side and landing without a sound.

It's all going quite well until one slight misstep sends him down into the net, which winds around him.

"Oh, fuck me." He tugs and turns, but that just seems to tangle him up even more. Eventually, he's twisted his leg in the netting and is left hanging upside down. Thank the gods his friends from home aren't here to see this. When he hears someone coming, he calls over, "Hey, a little help?"

Sneaking Out

Unfortunately, Vax isn't the best-behaved camper. Sure, he might not be the worst, but not reporting in for lights out or sneaking out of the Monkey cabin is just second nature to him. He is a rogue, after all. Slipping in and out of places unnoticed is a specialty of his.

Once he's out, he goes into the woods some nights or takes a walk by the lake. He patrols the perimeter of the campgrounds, looking for anything that might strike him as odd, and even ventures back into the city itself. There must be a reason they were told they can't return to the city, right? Perhaps there's a secret to be found?

He might be spotted in any of these places, but he always returns to his cabin before the sun comes up.

Wildcard

[ Open to other locations for encounters, such as meal time or even an awkward encounter at the shower house. Plot with me here. ]

>> Welcome! - Open to Unicorns

[ Not going to Solmara was clearly a mistake, he could be getting tortured with his good friend Rex— Max, but thinking the wrong name on purpose puts some much needed emotional distance there— but instead he's here, reliving the worst part of childhood.

He spends a while locating all of his people, he only knows one of them, so the rest all get the same introductory spiel: ]

We're all adults here and I don't want to play house, but I'm trying to get enough points to buy a new arm and it'd really help if you kept curfew. Please help me with it.

[ Is he lying? Absolutely, but he's a short guy in his forties, very obviously missing an arm, and he's a pretty good liar, so hopefully that'll get him enough sympathy points for his campers to at least crash on time. ]

>> Infirmary! - Open to all

[ Being a counselor at least saves Robert from having to do canoeing or whatever. He puts up a shift chart on the wall of the infirmary, hands out vests, and makes himself at home.

It's a bit annoying that his decades building a stellar career have ended up with him treating bee stings and fake tummy aches, but at least he gets to be indoors. Plus, if he's honest with himself, he'd be losing his mind if anyone else had gotten this job.

He's a real doctor and he'll spend camp hanging out at the infirmary treating scrapes, sprains, bee stings, dehydration, heatstroke, near drownings, and whatever made-up ailment people can come up with to get out of camp activities. He'll even let them get away with it if they're not annoying about it. ]

>> Wildcard!

[ I got too busy for a plotting comment, but if there's anything you think would be fun, just go for it or poke me on Discord (#xolpup) or at fullofmystery and I'll write a starter. ]

[ shadow's not taking part in the festivities, when he looks at individuals having fun and doing meaningless things, it's the last act he wants to take part in. he's not doing that, he's not going to wear the suggested clothes because he is never replacing these shoes, he's a hog, what do they want from him?

that's why as the glass vial is set in his hand with instructions, he can only look at the "counselor" with a trained eye, contemplating the outcome of even following through. ]

Find someone else to play your frivolous games.

[ rather than give it back, he's tossing it outside of the window, and if it shatters and someone slips on the mess then that's also not his problem.

the important questions now matter as far as he's concerned: ]

Which way is out?

[ the camp, because he does not want to be here. ]

[ considering it's a contest of speed and getting out, just because everyone won't use their skills doesn't mean shadow won't. it's not even a skill, really, it's simply how it is. it's on hope's mark, and even if she blows the whistle, she'll feel a gust of air blow right past her, and a hedgehog standing right beside her as though he's always been there. ]

It could be better.

[ a critique on the maze? yeah, if she looks at what's been done, she'll notice mostly all the traps have been uncovered as someone has already passed through. various participants are delighted by being able to see where they need to make a quick turn, or what to jump over without being subjected to the traps.

there are others though that still fall in, struggling to get out of the traps and there are a few who are caught up in a dead-end. ]

Is there another after this?

giraffes cabin (I will say this is still ota because what if someone wanders into the wrong cabin or something!!!)

[ Congratulations Giraffes! The counselor in charge of your cabin is a little girl who appears to be only about... seven. This is nerve-wracking for Fio, but she isn't going to run away from an important responsibility. The multiverse is depending on her, she reminds herself. Even if she still doesn't understand how camping is going to save their worlds. She has willingly put on a tie-dyed shirt and cut-off jeans to indicate her status as a counselor.

She will happily greet every camper as they report into the cabin. Lucky for them, she will allow everyone to choose their bunks and claim whatever is left for herself. ]

Um... hello! [ Though nervous, she gives a friendly smile. ] My name is Fio. Remember to come back to the cabins by bedtime. And please don't forget your duties. Let's do our best together, 'kay?

[ Hopefully everyone listens. But if anyone wants to be out past curfew, she might be a very easy one to sneak past...

After the first day, a picture of a giraffe will later turn up on the cabin door, constructed from cut out colored paper and pieced together with a mix of glue and tape. The animal is wearing a pair of sunglasses. Very cool. (Special thanks to Scott, for educating Fio about sunglasses.) A little later in the first week, white origami flowers are added to the door. They might fall off or be blown away over time, but Fio will try to find time to fold some new ones. Just a little bit of extra decor from your counselor! ]

workshop & gadget tinkering

[ Fio is the counselor that's been specifically put in charge of teaching mechanics, something she has zero experience in. Which is why she clutches in her arms various books that will hopefully assist in her duties. But after having a chance to flip through the pages for ideas, it's a bit overwhelming for her since she's supposed to be the one to teach. And some of the text she struggles to read or understand.

She'll take the time to go from camper to camper, first checking in on their plans. ]

So... what're you planning to build?

[ She will give campers a choice on what kind of gadget and see how much she can help them from there... if she even can.

But in the case someone is at a loss on what to make, Fio flips through one of her books for ideas. ] Um... what about this? [ A page shows a picture of a little robot made from simple materials, like cardboard. A shy smile, hoping that she's being helpful somehow. ] It's like making a little friend!

arts & crafts

[ When she finally has some free time, Fio is more at ease without having to be a lead. And more at peace. Each day, she can be found working on a different kind of craft. One day, she'll be folding origami flowers. On another, she's painting rocks. And if anyone remembers seeing her around collecting flowers, she'll sometimes be gluing down dried, pressed flowers onto sheets of journal paper. ]

nighttime

[ While Fio is allowed to stay awake longer than the average camper, she won't be found hanging around the counselors that stay up late into the night. She won't like loud noises if they end up getting rowdy. And she isn't going to enjoy the smell of alcohol. She would be extremely out of place anyway.

Some nights she can be found retreating back to her cabin at the same time as campers and taking a seat at the steps if she doesn't feel like sleeping too early. She sits quietly, exhausted. ]

wildcard

[ Throw anything at me and I'll work with it. Variations of existing prompts are fine. Whatever works best for you! I am also open for PM or you can poke me on my plotting post here. (Some of these prompts were difficult for me to figure out, I'm sorry...) ]

[Thats pretty lucky. Cid, having lost sight of him, drops his form and braces as he coughs up blood.]

[He walks around one more time, frowning, and decides to go try to find the real Barnabas. And now he’s got a morning announcement to make.]

Icebreakers

Sitting around a campfire feels really nostalgic, but not for summer camp reasons. Roasting marshmallows on a stick is a new aspect of camping, and Popp is doing fantastic at that. After setting a couple on fire by accident, anyway.

"Two truths and a lie, huh? All right, here's mine: Back home, I'm the youngest person in my adventuring party. I wear these gloves all the time because of a curse that gave me dragon claws. And while I wasn't involved in that trolley crash, I've been in a hot air balloon crash."

Of course Popp's new tie-dye garb is heavy on the green. There are hints of other colors but he has a signature look. Which, yeah, includes the gloves. He doesn't wear them to bed, but there can't be that many people here who have seen him sleeping. Probably?

Archery Shenanigans

Archery. This should be easy, probably.

"I'm not from one of those fancy technology worlds; I see people use bows all the time. I grew up in a weapon shop, even. This should be in my blood."

Having talked himself up, Popp promptly has a go at actually firing the arrow. He yelps and falls backwards, and it soars straight up... and will be coming down eventually. Possibly towards him, possibly to whoever is watching him. Good luck. He does have an out, for the record, which is point blank incinerating the arrow with fire from his hands before it hits him. He just very much looks like he needs a daring rescue so he might not have the chance to show that off.

Arts and Tech

Despite his earlier statements about technology, he's been put in the gadget cabin? Fine. Never say that he's not willing to rise to the occasion and support the team. What would Master Avan do? First of all, a much better job, but he's not here so his worst student will just have to do his best. Confident face, Popp. You've got this.

"All right, I know we have elevators in Etraya, but they're terrible. They're ugly, they're enclosed so you can't jump out if they catch on fire, and they have way too many buttons. We're going to make an improved elevator based on cutting edge innovation from my own world."

He points to various parts of a diagram. A lightly questionable diagram? The measurements are clear enough but instead of a motor there is something labeled gravity enchantment and also the control system is on the floor.

"I need someone sturdy to help me to test the weight system, and someone good with crafts to help nail all these boards together and paint them like a giraffe."

He hopes nobody asks him what a giraffe is, because he's not entirely clear on that.

Wildcard

[ Or just hit me up with whatever! Plotting post here ]

Edited (Left a chunk behind while copy pasting whoops) 2025-05-17 11:45 (UTC)

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MISSION 009

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