Unfortunately for counselor Loki, no camper named Knife will appear in attendance; the Vipers will have to rack up their scores one person less.
Strangely though, two campers seem to have no assignment whatsoever. Clerical error, surely - one neither will bother to amend, but perhaps it is a mystery someone feels compelled to solve for a good grade. PENDING PROMPTS
Pending is a tall, surly looking half-orc, apt to wearing long sleeves underneath the oversized, mandated tie-dye, covering an array of scarring. His face and legs are likewise hatched in old-seeming scars, and unkempt hair often covers his eyes. He is apt to standing at the perimeter of any activity unless convinced otherwise like some kind of awkward teen at a social event.
p1. Wrangled in. [Knife's mood is absolutely foul, given they were rudely hogtied like some kind of wild animal to even get here; thankfully, they'd put on the Pending skin before being dropped into the camping grounds.
unthankfully, the bots didn't bother untying them (which was probably the right call, since they'd have tried smashing them to bits for the trouble).
so.
y'know.
there's this green guy facedown in the dirt with his ankles and wrists bound, scowling at goings-on while fiddling around to get one of their hidden knives out of their clothes. the shirt they're supposed to be wearing is folded neatly on their ass because the bots are nice or whatever.
deadpanned to the nearest passerby:] Hey. Help. p2. Like some kind of awkward teen at a social event. [Knife may or may not be caught up with the skinny on this excursion by this point, but that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. like, they can sort of buy the idea of team building for combat cohesion? but putting the archery aside, what's this gonna do? why would a strike team need to be best friends? isn't that compromising?
seriously, this whole mission story being fed makes no goddamn sense.
Pending scratches at his cheek with a confused scowl, watching more compliant campers pal around, scope out the accommodations, catch up...
Am I supposed to behave like that?] [Pending stands in-between some of the cabins, unable to read any signage related to assignments. eventually, Knife decides Fuck it, and just tromps into one of the cabins regardless of what team it is and goes to sit on a bunk. any bunk.
your bunk?
this process may repeat multiple times in multiple cabins because why not.] p3. The barest minimum of participation. [two weeks is a long time, so instead of just being 🧍♂️all day and night, Knife has to do something. so when they're in their Pending skin, they try and avoid getting harassed for inactivity by keeping their hands seemingly busy:
beadwork and embroidery that seem so counter to the grubby, scruffy appearance of the half-orc instead comes wildly naturally; perhaps it'd be worth it to try and ask how he did it?
laundry is easy, too, since he's tall (maybe he's worth scouting for a pick-up game of ball?), but for some reason, some people may find clothing items go missing when Pending's on duty...
when done near and around groups, Pending is paying more attention than they let on; there's lots of different voices and affects to learn, and maybe more than a few shapes to shift into later should they seem to be useful.] ANTIGONE PROMPTS
Antigone is a hobbit-sized, fox-featured creature with pink and teal hues; her uniform is mostly just the shirt, since shorts kind of restrict movement. She is sharp-eyed and a bit jumpy, easily startled but just as quick to recover. Her modus operandi is to try and stay out from underfoot while still in the mix, people-watching while doing the barest minimum to avoid criticism.
a1. Handy with a knife. Here, lemme do it.
[it's lunch duty, and these veggies need to get chopped quicker so that Antigone can get to eating faster. the little kitsune's hands don't seem right for the size of the knife, but she hacks through tomatoes and lettuce like a pro, shoving the results to your station for the next steps. chakchakchakchakchakchakchakchakSWIPE.
hurry up, or the pile's going to get comically large.](cw: Self-harm mention for humor)
Cut away from yourself.
[unsolicited advice from a critter giving you a very judging look as you work on woodcarving. herself, she's got part of a wood piece shaved, doing a few curved spots, but she's stopped to be a critic. critic critter.]
...I mean. Unless you wanna cut yourself. Which is fair, I guess. [because this sucks!!!] a2. Camping while camping so you can camp while you camp. [Antigone gnabs one of the bedsheets hanging on the laundry line and struggles to fold it (it's like twice her length, ok), paying no mind to it getting dusty. if she is not interrupted there, one can observe her taking the sheet with her to some trees at the southermost border, in view of the nurse's office.
seems she's got herself a little tent and campsite of her own - wanna go see what this is about?]Hey.
[look down. down here. hi. whoever you are, having seemingly been idle, Antigone's picked you out. she has a rod and hook, and she's holding it up for you.]
Can you help? I don't got the arm strength for this stuff. [if you're meandering around after curfew, Antigone's still up, animal eyes glinting in the dark and watching you skulk around.
ota starters
Strangely though, two campers seem to have no assignment whatsoever. Clerical error, surely - one neither will bother to amend, but perhaps it is a mystery someone feels compelled to solve for a good grade.
PENDING PROMPTS
p1. Wrangled in.
[Knife's mood is absolutely foul, given they were rudely hogtied like some kind of wild animal to even get here; thankfully, they'd put on the Pending skin before being dropped into the camping grounds.
unthankfully, the bots didn't bother untying them (which was probably the right call, since they'd have tried smashing them to bits for the trouble).
so.
y'know.
there's this green guy facedown in the dirt with his ankles and wrists bound, scowling at goings-on while fiddling around to get one of their hidden knives out of their clothes. the shirt they're supposed to be wearing is folded neatly on their ass because the bots are nice or whatever.
deadpanned to the nearest passerby:] Hey. Help.
p2. Like some kind of awkward teen at a social event.
[Knife may or may not be caught up with the skinny on this excursion by this point, but that doesn't make it any easier to swallow. like, they can sort of buy the idea of team building for combat cohesion? but putting the archery aside, what's this gonna do? why would a strike team need to be best friends? isn't that compromising?
seriously, this whole mission story being fed makes no goddamn sense.
Pending scratches at his cheek with a confused scowl, watching more compliant campers pal around, scope out the accommodations, catch up...
Am I supposed to behave like that?]
[Pending stands in-between some of the cabins, unable to read any signage related to assignments. eventually, Knife decides Fuck it, and just tromps into one of the cabins regardless of what team it is and goes to sit on a bunk. any bunk.
your bunk?
this process may repeat multiple times in multiple cabins because why not.]
p3. The barest minimum of participation.
[two weeks is a long time, so instead of just being 🧍♂️all day and night, Knife has to do something. so when they're in their Pending skin, they try and avoid getting harassed for inactivity by keeping their hands seemingly busy:
beadwork and embroidery that seem so counter to the grubby, scruffy appearance of the half-orc instead comes wildly naturally; perhaps it'd be worth it to try and ask how he did it?
laundry is easy, too, since he's tall (maybe he's worth scouting for a pick-up game of ball?), but for some reason, some people may find clothing items go missing when Pending's on duty...
when done near and around groups, Pending is paying more attention than they let on; there's lots of different voices and affects to learn, and maybe more than a few shapes to shift into later should they seem to be useful.]
ANTIGONE PROMPTS
a1. Handy with a knife.
Here, lemme do it.
[it's lunch duty, and these veggies need to get chopped quicker so that Antigone can get to eating faster. the little kitsune's hands don't seem right for the size of the knife, but she hacks through tomatoes and lettuce like a pro, shoving the results to your station for the next steps. chakchakchakchakchakchakchakchakSWIPE.
hurry up, or the pile's going to get comically large.]
(cw: Self-harm mention for humor)
Cut away from yourself.
[unsolicited advice from a critter giving you a very judging look as you work on woodcarving. herself, she's got part of a wood piece shaved, doing a few curved spots, but she's stopped to be a critic. critic critter.]
...I mean. Unless you wanna cut yourself. Which is fair, I guess. [because this sucks!!!]
a2. Camping while camping so you can camp while you camp.
[Antigone gnabs one of the bedsheets hanging on the laundry line and struggles to fold it (it's like twice her length, ok), paying no mind to it getting dusty. if she is not interrupted there, one can observe her taking the sheet with her to some trees at the southermost border, in view of the nurse's office.
seems she's got herself a little tent and campsite of her own - wanna go see what this is about?]
Hey.
[look down. down here. hi. whoever you are, having seemingly been idle, Antigone's picked you out. she has a rod and hook, and she's holding it up for you.]
Can you help? I don't got the arm strength for this stuff.
[if you're meandering around after curfew, Antigone's still up, animal eyes glinting in the dark and watching you skulk around.
get near enough and:] Jailbreak?