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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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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.

get near enough and:] Jailbreak?

[it takes a few nights of watching how other people finagle this whole "trapped in camp" thing before Knife really takes a stab at it themselves, but even before then they'd been watching people interact with each other...

...or not interact, as it were in some cases.

they remember Barnabas as the bland-faced dude with all the armor that crawls out their ass, taking cheap swings for the sake of spectacle; how nice to see they're about as socially distanced as they'd expect a jerk like him to be. he seems left well enough alone, which is what Knife would like! alone and out of here, away from all the goddamn singing and sportsball-playing.

so some nights in, Knife pilfers one of Barnabas' sets of clothes, sits on that for a while, and then a couple nights later, in the seclusion of an injury-free nurse's office, they make a new body.

Perfect Blank Canvas can stretch or shrink their limbs, shift their color, grow or lose hair effortlessly; it's easier to do when not looking at themself, but they want to get proportions right, so the whole process plays in reverse as they watch their reflection alter. they trace along their jaw, wait for it to harden into shape, then scratch at the skin until stubble pops out. they claw out hair, shaking it out as it darkens to the tone they'd seen in daylight hours.

what color were Barnabas' eyes? they can't remember, so they simply darken them to something brownish, nondescript.

they dislike facial hair in general, but this much is fine enough; it hides the faint abrasion of skin where their right-side scar always lingers. they've never been able to fully conceal it on the flesh, so hair or fur works.

once they've built out their face and stretched out their form, Knife rolls their shoulders, clears their throat, and tries muttering a few lines in that new, mimicked voice:]

What do you want.

[...yeah. that'll do.

as the sun goes down, they exit the office, ears keen to the sounds of campers being corralled for the evening and skirting to shadows before starting toward the tree line.

nothing to see here, don't bother the grumpy sword man or he'll shove a magically-manifested blade up your ass!]

Edited 2025-05-16 19:01 (UTC)

AYE WHAT THE FUCK!

[little Antigone, minding her own fucking business, nearly got her ear pierced by an arrow sailing way off-course thanks to surprise wind gusts.

she can't blame the wind, but she can give the shooter some shit.

there may be more than one person doing target practice right now, so the kitsune grabs up the arrow and stomps toward the shooting range, tail fluffed in fury as she waves it in the air.]

One of you jerks lose this!

[eyes are sharply scanning for guilty-looking faces.

...

...

YOU.]

Edited 2025-05-16 19:06 (UTC)

[escape attempts have been...lackluster, but the shapeshifting's been kind of...liberating? an ounce of control Knife can exert upon themself, upon the circumstance...at others' expense, sure, but it's not like they're out here givin' those folks a bad reputation!

he just wants to be fucking left alone!

they borrowed Barnabas' visage for a traipse around the border at night, just to see if someone of a more...grumbly-but-well-armed sort would be left to do as they please.

no dice.

whatever! the mask still saw fit to keep them from being roped into daytime activities.

or so they thought.

Fucking goddammit what now, they think, keeping their head tilted down and arms crossed, leaning against one of the cabins while someone seems to be making a bee-line their way. Veer left. Veer left. Go left and go piss or something.

Wait, you know what? Fuck it, I'LL go piss. Leave me alone!

they uncross their arms and turn, making to walk around the cabin and ignore this person, whoever the fuck they are. i don't know you!!!]

Edited 2025-05-16 19:11 (UTC)

[Antigone heard the rustling of shrubbery and the sense of presence moving in the dark - not quite predator, but not quite aimless fool, either. that was enough to prompt a swift and silent retreat into some underbrush and listen, wondering what those annoying metal slaves were going to do to stop this escape attempt. it's honestly in Knife's best interest to study others' escape attempts, see where they succeed or fall short, get some idea of just how much others are buying into this whole...mission-y shtick.

after a few moments, they lose track of where that presence had gone.

they get it back real fast, though.]

AOWH! FUCK!

[the foot on their tail prompts an involuntary cuss and jolt out of the bushes. immediately recognizing their cock-up, Knife tumbles out of the leaves, rolling up onto their little feets with a small vegetable knife brandished like an intimidating toddler.

...slightly intimidating, maybe? they do have darkvision, so their eyes are doing the animal glint thing.]

Don't move!

Edited 2025-05-16 19:21 (UTC)

[Knife, naturally lightfooted, has to make an effort to set their weight down heavier on footfalls while walking around as Pending. they figure it sells the orcishness? lumbering supposed-doofus, as it were.

all that to say, they're not trying to sneak up on Kaeya upon sighting, so there's plenty of warning before they've come up into their space to do a proper looming.]

Hey. [this guy's been fairly chill with the imparting of information without much hassle, save for that say please bullshit at onset. so, y'know. go where information is easiest!] Do these little houses have assignments?

Edited 2025-05-16 19:25 (UTC)

[ don't get shadow wrong, he could go somewhere without being bothered, and that's what he's doing. killing time, ignoring the people and his surroundings, and trying to remain alone. all the while of doing so, he's trying to see what counts as defenses in this place, and if they're even able to leave.

he hasn't tried to go far out yet, but the way his eyes glance around as if studying what they're working with... antigone's question manages to resonate with what shadow's after. ]

...

[ he's quiet, crimson eyes looking at the other contemplating if this is a waste of time or not. ]

Where are you trying to go?

[ it's all he offers as he waits. it's not a yes, but it's definitely not a no. ]

Izuku isn't exactly inclined to listen to the robots, but he will for the sake of keeping everyone safe. Izuku isn't a camp counselor, but he is a Hero, and that's his job. He "suits up" in the required tie-dye shirt and some cargo jorts (his own, he wears those unironically) and is every bit the good attentive camper.

After an eventful day of camp activities, Izuku finally has a moment to ~~sneak off~~ run errands. With his super strength and speed, he can nip back to Etraya proper and pick up a few things and still be back in time for lights out.

Unless...

Past the eerie lights from the lake and among the trees, he spots someone. Why do they look so familiar? No, it couldn't be...

"Hey—wait a minute!" Izuku starts running fast as a car in pursuit of what looks like... Izuku. And to him, that means very bad news.

Right now? Nowhere. [their tail lifts and flops listlessly in the dust.] Watching others try their luck, see what works and what don't.

[why waste more of their energy when others can do it for them?]

The kid seemed good-natured and well-liked enough to work, Knife figured. A fair, middle ground between tiny Antigone and towering Pending; they ought to work on their own offshoot of a similar build ~~original OC do not steal~~...

But for now, at least if they get in trouble with the metal slaves, it won't be Pending or Antigone getting points docked for it! It's this kid! Sorry, sucks to suck, it's j--

Bwuh?

They hear the very same kid's voice from across the water and do a double-take.

...Wait. He sparkles? Since fucking when! Knife didn't see him do thholy shit fast--

Knife's luck with an uncanny dodge is all that saves them from getting fucking tackled or clotheslined by incoming teen; they handspring backward and land deftly on their toes, hackles raised and eyes wide.

"What the hell!" they squeak, using the boy's voice.

Goddammit, good boys are supposed to be in bed! You lied to me! Liar!

And what have you found?

[ since they've been watching it seems like they'll have the best information regarding this. if nothing has worked so far, he already knows that anything he does might not work either. besides, this world has an odd way of working, it seems to prevent any sort of escape no matter where they go. ]

Do not leave out any details.

[ depending on what's said though shadow may apply, or he'll leave antigone to what they're doing. ]

[boredly:] Get me somethin' from the mess hall and I'll tell ya. [eyebrow quirk.] Since you're Mister Business.

[ ...

...

...

he'll walk over to antigone, grabbing their wrist, and they both disappear in a flash of green light. where?

well... really, really, really high up in the air, and shadow's going to let them go so that they drop. ]

Heydon'ttouchmeeeEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

[KNIFE DOESN'T HAVE FEATHERFALL U MOTHERFUCKER--]

Welcome Campers!

Aurora had chosen Wade Wilson to be a camp counselor and gods help everyone else at the camp for allowing this menace such power! Because if there's one thing Wade is good at, it's committing to a bit! And boy has he! Clad in the shortest cut off jeans possible without being NC-17 and a tie-dye crop top-- Wade is showing off way more scarred skin that he usually would. Apologies for all your eyes.

For the morning bell, he's already up, clapping at the groggy campers, blowing the whistle in the ear of anyone seeming much too sleepy or taking too long to get moving to get to the flag raising and then the morning assembly, "Come on, slow poke! Up and at 'em! Gotta get this morning started! Let's GO!"

Are We Having Fun Yet?

Wade is taking his assignment as the Chaos Activities Director quite seriously, encouraging cabins to prank one another-- or doing it himself. He can be found handing off vials of glitter to dump in others body wash or belongings, stealing a bunch of shoes and sending them off in a canoe in the lake, or saran wrapping the porta potties. Try and stop him if that's your thing or if you aren't a narc, join in!

He also participates in the regular activities of the camp, including running the water balloon fight. So you might catch a stray whether you're in the game or not! Wade's also making crafts (where do you think he got the glitter?) if you want to make a friendship bracelet with him (BESTIES!), or you can have the unfortunate luck of having him as a three-legged race partner! If you're one of his Penguins he might drag you into an activity whether you like it or not.

Nighty Night! -closed to counselors

"Ah... my dogs are barking!" Wade flops down on the log beside the camp fire with his fellow camp counselors, reaching for a beer. He's manspreading so much that he might give them a view nobody wants in those short shorts, "Long day, huh? These campers sure are a handful aren't they?"

As though Wade isn't a handful himself.

Wildcard-
[want to do another activity, i'm pretty open to doing any of them. Or if you want something else, hit me with a prompt or shoot me a PM or reach out on plurk

bagelsandbiscuits]

A. Arrival - Lions cabin

[ In all honesty, Amy has actually been pretty excited about this mission since Aurora announced it.

While she’s never been to a camp before, she’s certainly gone camping. And though she doesn’t really like being told what to do, this does sound like a nice way to get to know people before going on another, more dangerous assignment, and she’s always happy to cooperate with others. Plus, after the last one, this was also a nice way to relax. It made her think of the time she tried to go camping with Tangle, Jewel, and Belle before things got… interrupted.

Here’s hoping things go better this time.

While she doesn’t have a lot of stuff to drop off since she was still fairly new, she drops by her assigned cabin anyway to get settled and meet who she’d be rooming with. Whenever one of her roommates arrive, she greets them with a bright smile. ]

Hi! My name’s Amy Rose.

B. Activities

[ Once she’s finished tie-dyeing her shirts, Amy puts one of them and a skort on for her camp uniform and heads out. There so many things to do, and she wanted the time to check them out! ]

[ 1. Dodgeball: Amy’s size and speed make her a pretty tough target to hit, as she jumps and spins out of the way of any balls coming for her. She also catches them easily, and if she locks eyes with someone, she grins and hurls the ball in their direction.

And she’s trying to be careful, honestly. But sometimes she forgets her own strength. ]

[ 2. Archery: Now this was something a bit unfamiliar to Amy. She knows about it and understands the general idea, but she’s never actually done this before. Actually, now that she thinks about it, she’s not sure if she’s ever held a bow and arrow before.

She does her best to follow instructions, notching the arrow on the bow before drawing the bowstring back. ] Am I doing it right?

[ 3. Canoe Race: Looking for something that utilizes her upper body strength, Amy heads over to the river to try the canoe race. She’s never done this before either, but she’s eager for a challenge, and people might be surprised because she’s stronger than she looks. ]

[ 4. Arts and Crafts: This is one thing that Amy had especially been looking forward to. It might be a bit silly, but she loves being able to make things, especially for her friends.

As she’s working on her current project, she’ll glance around and if she notices anyone lingering around as if trying to decide to join in, she’ll smile and wave at them. ]

Hey! You wanna give it a try?

[ 5. Campfire: Another camp staple that she’d been excited for; the campfire.

Honestly, there was just something so peaceful about the rustic image of sitting around a campfire, making s’mores and telling stories. While Amy has a lot of stories to tell herself, she’s also interested in listening to others. And she listens eagerly to anyone who’s telling one, all the while roasting marshmallows and making s’mores to munch on. ]

C. Chores

[ Of course there are also chores to do, but Amy doesn’t really mind them either. She’s not shy about working hard, and she doesn’t mind having things to do.

She especially likes collecting firewood. Taking a walk through the woods is relaxing, and she does enjoy the peace and quiet at times. And chopping and bringing the firewood back isn’t too difficult.

Though if you happen to catch sight of her as she’s coming back with wood, she wouldn’t mind the help either. ]

D. Freetime

[ While there’s a lot of activities to do, there’s also plenty of downtime. So when Amy has a chance, she can be found sitting at a table, and seems to be shuffling and looking over a deck of cards.

If anyone is curious enough to wander over, Amy glances up and smiles, holding a card up. ]

Hi! Interested in a reading?

F. Wildcard

(( Feel free to catch Amy anywhere! She’s happy to try out any of the activities, especially if someone asks her or they don’t want to do it alone. Or if you wanna plot something with me, hit me up! ))

[ anyone else, he probably would have ignored, but his eyes falling upon amy rose and what she's up to is nothing more than damocles' sword hanging over his quills. he's been keeping to himself in the trees, remaining hidden so that he isn't bothered by anyone else, but shadow is only waiting to see when it's too much for her.

amy isn't weak, she's a tough contender because he's seen what she's capable of. their abilities may have a gap, but she's not one that anyone should think little of. despite that, he only watches her from a distance without making himself known.

there has been a few activities played within the forest, some bow practice and others who want to try and cut down to uproot the bottom half of a tree. it's the only reason he stays attentive to her to make sure no trouble finds her while she's carrying her firewood. ]

[ shadow is floating in the air with ease thanks to his air shoes, so he'll watch antigone fall further and further down as they yell.

is he going to help?

no.

they'll be okay, it's not as shadow knows featherfall is a needed skillset for them. :) ]

[Unfortunately for Knife, there is one man utterly undaunted. And Barnabas does, in fact, know this man.]

[Any general pissing pantomime does absolutely nothing to deter him.]

There you are.

[He closes the distance and pushes one of his shoulders against the cabin.]

How long are you planning to avoid me?

Edited 2025-05-16 22:51 (UTC)

[ahh...peace and quiet.

with everyone else doing chores or activities, and Antigone technically not on the roster to get in trouble for an absence, she's found an empty cabin to squat in with a big array of leftover lunch. it's spread out all over the bedding - sandwich, small bowl of salad bits, chips... a little feast, as a treat! for putting up with all this nonsense.

they're slurping on a juicebox when their ears pick up the crunch of gravel outside; they blink, lifting their head up to watch the door and see if anything comes of it. surely not.]

[BITCH I CAN'T FLY!!!!!!

okay.

okay this drop is bad. but there's time to react. Antigone stops screaming and flapping and sucks in a breath, and in a second poofs in a little wisp of fog, reappearing inches off the ground before landing less direly and, you know, fucking dying.

they lay prone in the shrub they've settled in, exhaling slowly, still vibrating with Panic(tm).

bad. badbadbadbadbad. oooh. bad. feelsbadisbad. might vomit. might scream. might start clawing at the ground.

be cool, be chill, be cool, keep the fur on, don't melt--]

[being touched in any capacity raises Knife's hackles so fast they can hardly stop themselves from avoiding it; before the hand can touch, they shift on a heel to evade it, eyes sharpening and brow knitting. No touchy!

...What's with all the stubble-havers in this camp. What the fuck.

anyway, focus: avoid? what, like a friend? enemy? business partner? Knife didn't observe this motherfucker interacting with anyone which was why they picked him in the first place!!!!!! AAAAA fuck you Barnabas!!!]

Mind your business. [that covers enough, right? mind your business, you...you friend-thing! enemy-person! business associate!

...sibling? they both have stubble, so--]

[Cid ignores… literally every physical body language cue Knife is throwing out.]

I am.

[He looks around for a moment, ensuring no one was about, and leans in to kiss him. ]

[Knife raises a hand just in time for that mouth to smush onto their fingers, and they have only heartbeats to readjust their expression from the abject horror and disgust that washes over it (deception: 22 (16+6), clearing their throat.

These two better not be siblings.]

Other business. [they deadpan. if Cid's face stays where it is, they'll slowly start pushing their hand out for some space, otherwise they'll retract the hand and scoot out of arm's reach, back scraping the cabin wall.]

No thanks. Not...right now. [Or ever! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]

⏵arrival: the cabin⏴

[Hope has found her way to the Jaguar cabin and is taking a look around while being honestly confused about the whole situation.]

Is this what passes for camping? There are beds and roofs over our heads. And why am I complaining about that?

⏵ sea la vie ⏴

[You know what a great camp activity is? Learning just how many mutations you can borrow from those around you. Hope has seen enough of the kind of things some of the others have determined equal a camp activity, so she's constantly close enough to one of the telekinetics to keep a shield up to protect her from pranks, or a telepath to put up a do not disturb vibe.

Of course, she might have miscalculated distance or used up what she borrowed and is currently unprotected from the random chaos that comes from putting a bunch of people together in groups.]

⏵ activities⏴

[Hope was raised by a solider intent on keeping her alive, who also taught her the finer points of guerilla warfare. Anyone who thinks she will be an easy target for dodgeball may find themselves in for a shock -- she won't even use any powers to play.

Having placed herself in charge of the obstacle course, which is part of their cabin's duties, Hope will watch everyone else try to make their way through the maze. Did she warn anyone about some of the pitfalls or the random changes she made? No, no, she did not. And no reading her mind, any telepaths out there.

Normal food is always a favorite activity for Hope, learning about things others have taken for granted. Like, what are those squishy puffs, and why are people burning them? Someone help a girl out. ]

⏵Wild Card⏴

[ooc: add your own or let me know, and I'll write something.]

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