(I think we're waiting for Moxie or Elle atm)
Welcome to Camp Balsam! // 5 or 6 // summer camp rp // closed
((yeah, I think so. pretty sure its moxie, which means if Elle is ready))
(yeah it's moxie but if y'all want i can go)
((that works!))
Evan glanced at the boy who asked about the woods, also curious. “I’d like to know what’s in the woods as well,” he added. “I mean, how can we protect ourselves if we’re not sure what it is we’re protecting ourselves from? Or whatever?” He chuckled a bit at the hair dye comments, thinking his boring blonde hair might actually be kind of cool if he dyed it green. Of course, his family would freak out. But it would be interesting.
Lukas was unsure of what was going to happen as they all reached the pit, though he didn't mind catching up with his fellow Tesla campers. There was no shortage of stories and tales of machines or ideas that they had come up with. Even Lukas shared some of his own ideas. He was happy to just talk, even as the other cabins started to file in like the counselor had told them to at the bus. Maybe this was a greeting for the whole camp, or maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, he was excited to see, even if it cut into his storytelling time.
"Activities start tomorrow. Today's your day to learn the ropes, get t' know your fellow Haze kids and the people who could be your cabin mates." Jane said, looking around at the others. "As for the things in the woods, they're your standard wildlife, o' course. That and…" She hesitated a moment, before sighing. "It's all just hearsay, local legends and stuff. But if you ask a few o' the older campers and counselors here, even Gabe, one of the supervisors, they'll tell ya about things. Creatures that ain't normal, things that stalk ya, the way none o' those animals out there would. The wildlife? They're more scared o' you than you are of them. But those other things…" She shook her head, shrugging a shoulder. "Just watch out. Don' go alone, and stay outta the forest at night if ya can. That's all. And don't mention that I told you about the things, or someone's gonna get pissy about me 'scarin' the new campers. If I wanted to scare ya, it wouldn't have been through talkin' about local legends."
Wren bounced up to Lukas as everyone settled onto the log-seats around thee firepit, plopping down despite the unspoken rule to stay with your cabin at meetings. They had never been one to care, and were actually one of the few people who could get away with it.
"Hey, Lukas! You know what's going on? Usually it's just the counselors who're directed to the Pit," They said, fiddling with the hem of their shirt. Cabin counselors got a specific version of the cabin shirts, to help campers in need find them. The Van Gogh's alteration was a circle of sunflowers, instead of the original singular one. Wren was partial to this one, preferring the increase in sunflowers.
Jacen frowned a little, tilting his head to one side as the counselor finished up speaking. Interesting… This was certainly going to be eventful. Or at least, he sincerely hoped it would be. A boring camp would be a waste of money, after all. He stood, stretching and hoping they were done talking. he wanted to move, to do.
group
Drew tilted her head to the side lazily, curious about the things in the woods. She was far from afraid of them, and the repeated warnings to stay away merely made her more inclined to go check them out. Of course, she'd have to find a way to sneak in without getting caught—or maybe she could blame it on the sleepwalking. She did have a medical card with her for situations like that, and when she was awake enough to whip it out and not take responsibility for her actions.
She leaned up and stretched out her arms, then tipped her head back as she flopped against the back of the chair to look up at the girl she shared the piece of furniture with. "Pushy pushy," she said, a spark of mischief and wicked delight in her eye. Scary stories and ghost tales had nothing against her when she was on a rampage. "Makes me wonder what they're hiding in there."
((is anyone else here still interested in this?))
group
(yes)
(Yep! Sorry for not being on)
(I am too :) )
group
((oui))
((oh no, it's perfectly fine! i was just making sure! if we want to continue like this, we can, or we can go by who's on when?))
(i’m still interested as well! :)
"I bet it's just a really large homeless population. Maybe doomsday preppers or a commune." Von said to the girl below her, shrugging a shoulder gracefully. Her eyes looked bright, thanks to the expertly applied eyeliner framing them, simultaneously making her look innocent and cat-like at the same time.
"Honestly, preppers'd be a helluva lot preferable to some of the shit people talk about out there." Jane said, looking over at the two on the recliner. "Anyway, y'all got a bit o' time before Wren gets back. Get to know each other, bond, all that good stuff. I'll be over here if ya need me, gettin' a head start on plannin' for my first Drama project." She made her way to a seat near the corner, pulling a notebook from somewhere in one of the many pockets visible on her person. A pen followed, and soon she was engrossed in writing something.