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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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[ HIM.

Popp is the one who has been knocked on his back from some sort of recoil interaction, and also the one who is slowly turning red. ]

Oh, s-so that's where it went off to.

[ His shoulders slump in. Why is he so bad at this. ]

[damn. they thought they'd managed a peaceful truce with the critters before someone has up and ruined the zen! thanks a lot, shortstack.

Pending is loathe to look away from the bigger, toothier critter just to regard this kid, but they do, because people are fucking weird about eye contact.

it's a brief glance, but he gets one. congrats.]

The..."bots." [inflection indicating they're not really sure that's the proper term.]

Hi.

[that was DAYS AGO! ancient history! jeez.

Knife sighs.]

Swarmed.

[can't beat up every bot when there's like THIRTY.

but enough about that; they wiggle their wrists a bit.] Help?

[both eyes squint. they're a bit too wound up to really peel off into some shrill cussing, though that'd be great!

IS it? Is this what you want, you crazy motherfucker! Just gonna fuckin' bamboozle me every other day with some fucked-up torture because of this-or-that reason I can't fucking predict!!

ooogh, just thinking that fills Knife with frustration, makes their eyes water. but they're not gonna fucking cry in front of this guy.]

Why are you trying to hurt me? [Be fucking reasonable about it!]

[Knife goes still after a reflexive move of their hand against their side. it takes a second for night vision to clock this guy, but when they do--

Fuckin'...goddammit, of course. Of FUCKING course.

their expression scrunches with some weary annoyance, head lolling back to look skyward as if they'd see some god up there flipping them off.

after a huffed sigh, they look back.]

To not be bothered. [like they're being bothered now! hello!] Relax, I'm not out here to ruin your reputation. Whatever that is.

[unless "reputation ruining" involves the bots marking him naughty because Knife's trying to jailbreak as him. but like. whatever, man! right???]

[Antigone levels an unabashedly judgmental scowl at him for a lengthy beat. the right thing to do is to accept a contrite apology...IF ONE IS GIVEN!! but right now, they're going to ride their irritation a bit.

they stamp over on their tiny feeties and thrust the arrow feather-side at the kid's ear.]

Almost took my ear out. Maybe holler a warning if you're this low-level? So I can be miles away.

Ew, what the fuck!

"I'm--!" They cartwheel. "Not even!" Tuck-and-roll. "Wearing a toga--AAH!"

Just a good ol' fashioned duck for the tendril buzzing overhead, singing some hair.

"Can we chill out a second?!"

[ the hedgehog watches the other, assessing their movements and posture to see how much that riled them up. they're afraid of him, but there's no need to be. ]

When you're in my vicinity, nothing will happen to you.

[ it's with a roll of his eyes that shadow finds that aside from being fragile, the other is sensitive to certain things.

which he sees something has to be said. ]

If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already.

[ which is true, but maybe shadow's definition of hurt is different from "antigone"'s. ]

So, so torturing me like that isn't really hurting me to you, huh? [fucking figures. when have Knife's feelings ever been a focal point? it's always about the other person's perceptions and rules.]

No.

[ it's not to him, it's why shadow tells them that if he wanted to hurt them then he would. ]

What hurt you?

[ not one to focus on this type of stuff, but he is learning as uninterested as he sounds. ]

[incredulous up 200%. Are you stupid?] Grabbing me? Dropping me? Out of nowhere?

What, does it only count if I were to bleed? That's stupid. I'll protect you-- Yeah, right! But you'll mess with my head and grab me without my permission, too!

...?

[ okay, but they aren't dead? shadow doesn't see the issue. ]

I need permission to touch you?

[ that doesn't seem optimal for a place like this where the floor could open beneath them.

so he's double checking.

only because they whine a lot... go back to crying. ]

[ when fio leaves from her cabin to take a seat on the steps, if she runs too fast, she'll find herself tripping over a familiar lump laying on the floor. no different from a cat, he's practically curled up in front of the cabin's door, and before fio can fall face first into the wooden floor; shadow catches the back of her dress.

the hedgehog pulls her back so that she's properly on her feet, and will allow for her to walk around him if she so chooses to.

don't interact with him. ]

[Big doubt that he hasn't been up to something since then.

He shakes his head. Hardly been a day and they're already like this. Doesn't bode well for the rest of their time here. There's a slight tug on the rope, indicating he's working on it. With uncertainty of what happens if someone can't do anything during their time here, they're better off not staying tied up.

These knots are proving to be tough ones to undo though. Those bots were rather effective tying him up. As he tugs at the rope, let's hope he doesn't make it worse from doing that.]

[Knife just needs a bit of slack, enough to tilt a wrist without forcibly shrinking it (sleight of hand: 15 (12+3)) to wiggle one hand free.]

That's good. Thanks. [they'll take it from there, doing a bit of Houdini work to get both hands free before rolling onto their backside and sitting up and fiddling with the ankle restraints.]

How'd you get wrangled. [no rope, they notice. no resistance? just down to clown with this circus?]

Yes. [emphatic, no blinking.] I wouldn't grab you for no reason without say-so.

[ he's going to stare. ]

[beat.

a bit shrill:] I wouldn't!

[ For someone who never went to summer camp as a child, Carver's beginning to understand it as a special kind of Hell. It might not have been personally designed to make his life miserable, but all the activities and noise and people in his corners has his hackles up. And he refuses to sleep in a cabin among strangers for more than few hours, which means insomnia has, again, become his very good friend.

He's in a mood when he walks into the infirmary, shoulders drawn into a tight line. ]

Hey, doc.

[ He keeps his distance. It's polite. ]

Got a sprain. Yay.

[ He waves his hand. He does not have a sprain. But he also refuses to participate in arts and crafts surrounded by strangers, so he'll play it like so many of his former students did back when he was an instructor and pretend he's fucked up to avoid it for a few hours. The counselors here seem less inclined to chase him down for it, anyway. ]

[Shadowheart's not sure she's ever felt less comfortable. She doesn't mind being out in nature – quite the opposite, in fact – and she's not opposed to sharing a room with others, but the uniforms...]

You're lucky they're not forcing you to wear one, boy, [she says to Scratch as the two of them stroll by the river. Completely unbothered, Scratch wags his tail in response before taking off to greet John.

Approaching John at a much more sedate pace than that of an excited dog, she asks,]

Do people really get in boats for fun?

[If Aurora tells them to stay put and not leave the campgrounds, she clearly must be hiding something. In pursuit of what, exactly, it is that Aurora doesn't want them to see, Shadowheart has crept out of her assigned cabin towards the forest. Her elvish senses allow her to see well enough in the dark that she hasn't bothered to bring any light source. Despite the absence of light, it's not that difficult to spot her; she's wearing armour that clinks and glints in the moonlight, and she's conserving her magic rather than using it to cloak herself.

It's not long before she runs into Carver.]

I could ask the same of you.

[ At the arts and crafts table, a small girl clambers up into the seat across from Wade. Her tie-dyed shirt is an oversized fit for her, so it looks more like she's wearing a dress instead of a counselor uniform. Fio really should have been a camper instead, yet somehow this little girl with zero experience in summer camp has been assigned to be a counselor. ]

...Would you like a bracelet? As thank you for the glitter.

[ All she knows is that this is the nice man who handed her a vial of very pretty glitter, which she accepted without the realization that it's intended for running amok with other campers. Sorry, she's not like that. But she's never received glitter before and she thinks it's too pretty to just scatter around. So it's pocketed away for later arts and crafts projects. ]

[ Ororo isn't thrilled to be stuck here with Wade Wilson of all people while others were sent off-world to take care of some action, but at least she knows who he is. It's easier to deal with chaos like him when she knows to expect a certain degree of chaos at all.

So she's not truly and irredeemably pressed when a stray water balloon gets her soaking wet. It's easily remedied with a warm burst of air - and sending a rain cloud chasing after Wade for about ten to fifteen minutes, before she shares the personal hairdryer with him. She even agrees to sit with him at the bracelet making table after, but only if he swears not to involve her in any more pranks.

She takes a seat on a camp bench like it's a throne rather than... a camp set-up, examining the letter beads he has on display closely. ]

Mm. These are not set up to explode on a timer, are they?

[ By end of day, Fio finally has a moment of reprieve from counselor duties. It's been a struggle, since this is her only experience ever being in a summer camp. She's just trying to figure everything out now and yet somehow has a leadership responsibility. She may need to mentally brace herself for the upcoming days or prepare to watch out for any of her assigned campers trying to sneak out past curfew, but she tries to let it off her mind for the night.

In the evening, she joins others by the campfire and after a moment of scanning the crowd, happily finds available seating next to fellow cool friend Scott Summers. Her tie-dyed shirt is oversized, almost like she's wearing a long dress instead. It takes a second for her to reach under her long shirt, for the sunglasses hanging off her pocket. She puts the pair on her face. It's night... does she need sunglasses at this time? No. She doesn't understand that it might be considered weird. But she wants to match with Scott.

The aroma coming from the s'mores smells amazing. She studies everyone else before making her own attempt. ]

...Why is it called s'mores?

Edited 2025-05-17 20:08 (UTC)

[ It's day one and early yet, which means Harold is in his cabin staring in dismay at the set of bunk beds he's claimed. There's more beds than campers, which means he at least gets to insist he gets the top and bottom bunk to himself. Small mercies. In the meantime, he's standing there in his usual clothes sans jacket and vest, recently dried tie-dye maroon and purple shirt laid out on the bed, waiting for him to change into it.

There's a spare sheet he's holding up in both hands, puzzling over, feeling nervous. John's voice behind him is a relief, and he turns, not terribly surprised -- as hard to get the jump on as ever. ]

Oh-- John. Hello. I'm afraid I haven't managed to change into our required 'uniform' yet.

[ He wants mission points, sure, but he isn't desperate to please or anything. He's not going to push himself out of his comfort zone for it in such a ridiculous context. Which means it's been some time and he's still here, in what is now an empty cabin, trying to get up the nerve to change. ]

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