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- Congratulations. You're a teenager with superpowers. Big whoop. You and like, ten percent of the country. You ain't special.
Look, kid. The government doesn't care about you as a person. It just cares that you don't try to use your powers for some weird political revolution. And your parents care that you're out of the house long enough for them to fight without CPS getting called.
And I, Jeb "Cholesterol" Jackson, care about getting my monthly check from the state for feeding your sorry butts for a month.
So here's the deal.
Don't do drugs, don't get pregnant, don't feed the bears, don't talk to the secret agents hiding in the woods.
And your limiters? Trash 'em for all I care. There ain't nothing but forest for miles, and whatever you break, you'll be fixing.
Say bye to your parents, and on the count of three, let's all raise a middle finger to the establishment.
- Camp WInifred is a tiny, run-down summer camp in the middle of the forest, up in the rolling Appalachian mountains. It's named for Mrs. Winifred Jackson, the love of Jeb Jackson's life, and also his mother.
You can only get to the camp through miles of twisted gravel road, or you can just follow the smell of rotten gym socks and skunk musk through the trees.
The northern quadrant of the camp is the plaza, which is a very fancy name for the rugged campfire, and the log bleachers encircling it that have long succumbed to termite civilization. On the bright side, the seats are soft and springy!
To the south is the main camp building, which has the office (a closet with a beige Gateway and dial-up modem) and the dining hall that's decorated in American flags and suspiciously skillfully taxidermied hunting trophies.
The western cabins are the girls' cabins, on account of the fairer sex deserving the newer, larger buildings. The boys are on the east side of the camp, on account of them being lazy shits who need the early morning sun to wake them up.
There's an RV with missing tags parked around the back of the camp hall, and there's where Jeb sleeps. It's locked at all times, ever since the one year where a camper stole his insulin and re-sold it on the black market after diluting it with saline.
Out in the wild surrounding the camp is Standard American Forest Bullshit - squirrels, possums, woodpeckers, foxes, owls, coyotes, frogs, spies, bears, mountain lions, cultists, skunks, mushrooms, the usual.
- This RP is a spin-off of a previous (and ongoing) superpower school RP, Aegis Facility 108. You don't need to have any familiarity with the previous RP's events, just a basic understanding of the setting.
The year is 2040, in a timeline where roughly one tenth of the world population, since the Neanderthals, carries the gene for superpowers. In the USA, a department of the federal government called Commonwealth is in charge of monitoring and representing the superpowered community.
Their main task is to maintain a registry of all known supers, and assign each person a rating from D to S based on how dangerous their powers potentially are to society at large.
In the higher ranks, supers are assigned a limiter, which is a wearable device that dampens their powers to an appropriate level. This limiter is removed when a citizen has gone two years without incident, and is also over 18.