Realistic or Modern Camp Winifred [recruiting]

[Thexcentrichilean]

Arthur Samourjian​

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The teen had been quite literally dragged towards the roll call by the Bijou without letting him prepare at all! This already was making the boy quite anxious due to having so many people making noises around him... and to add to the problem, the one that had pulled the boy into the mess was very caught up and upset over the fact that the adult responsible for counting the campers got her name wrong...

Arthur had to make a point of keeping his eyes and attention on something as to not panic... choosing, in this case, the phone the Iranian boy carried with him until he finally and very clearly, heard his first name and raised his hand rather energetically for someone so on edge... because he had reacted extremely abruptly before quickly lowering his arm back down, and kept staring at the screen, sometimes stealing glances towards the pouty girl, looking for SOME kind of support... and finding none. After what felt like an eternity of chattering and waiting, the group was finally moving on! Finally.

Arthur made a point of trailing behind, being among the last of the group to arrive inside the building... whew, ok, he was going to get the chance to get some distance at least while sitting down, so that was something. He sighed in relief, patting his chest as the teen observed the area, and noticing a bit of a... smell. The place was not well kept, that was noticeable, and the salads at the bar didn't look appetizing either... maybe waiting for the main dish would be the better idea...


And just as Samourjian was debating what to do there was a very sudden, very loud, and constantly repeating call for him... the voice itself being somewhat familiar to the boy.
"...haaaa..." Arthur sighed for a moment, both out of relief and a bit in defeat, that girl was overwhelming for an introvert like him. Soon enough though, a slight smile would creep into his face as he walked towards her, waving hello... at least, she was friendly, and so far nice and cooperative.

"Hey, Bijou" The teen spoke in a soft volume while trying to be as faithful in pronunciation as possible, struggling to raise his voice in this current situation. And soon enough, he would sit in front of the russian girl, not knowing what to say really apart from just smiling, letting a bit of an uncomfortable silence reign on the table...

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Necessity4Fun a boy is being awkward while trying to not panic

 

[Xafin]

Cassandra looks at the salad bar with disgust, rolling her eyes as she enters the dining hall. She looks tired, worn out by all the camper activities. Socializing can be fun, but not when she is forced to. She sees Danielle and... other Danielle and smiles, before looking around the dining room. So many people to talk to, and so little time! She looks slightly dizzied by the amount of people in the room, and she slowly sits down at the same table as Danielle, grinning again with thinly veiled optimism. "Hi everybody!" She says cheerfully and loudly, eyes bright. She waves as she says this, waggling her fingers.

 

[FliesandSpiders]

Ⓓⓐⓝⓘⓔⓛⓛⓔ Ⓐⓣⓦⓐⓣⓔⓡ
Location: Mess Hall
lnteractions: Gerald Gus Alron Huntertabbysandshark3 Michael Heterological Cassandra Xafin
Mentions: n/a
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Danielle looked up across the table at the boy who was talking to her. The boy with the purple skin who shifted skins or something. She was pretty sure his name was Gerald. Aside from Cassandra, his was the only name she currently remembered.

"I'm Danielle. You can really just call me Dani though. Most people do and honestly it's so much less girly."she replied. She laughed a bit at his next comment. "You know I'm not really sure if any ice was broken all that much. Most of those ice breakers were nonsensical and not very informant...except for maybe the last one."she added.

Someone then tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and felt immediately disconcerted. It was not-demon guy. Well, the one who seemed to be able to mimic other people. For the life of her she couldn't remember his name. So, she was just calling him not-demon guy in her head. It was eerie seeing a carbon copy of her standing there; like even down to the choppy hair and the scar on her forehead.

"That...is a seriously awesome power. Seriously, you must have fun with it. Do you want to sit down? There's still plenty of room here."she said, when she finally found her voice.

Except maybe there wouldn't be much room for long. There was now another boy at their table and Cassandra had sat down with them.

"Hi Cassandra,"Danielle said. She looked between the boy who looked bored and guy who was currently wearing her face. "Look, I'm sorry...what were your names again? I didn't actually catch most peoples names in the midst of all that insanity."

 

[welian]

Jeb appreciated Ricky. He was a great minion type, always happy to go along with whatever his boss asked, so long as it was spun toward the good of the camp.

Toby was more of the henchman type – more willing to do dirty work, but smarter and far more likely to question suspicious things. Like Evan.

Not that Evan was the questioning type, although he certainly made Jeb question a LOT of things in the dead of night – but he was one walking suspicion.

Winifred would have liked him.

Andreas, like Ricky, struck Jeb as the minion type with his happy-go-lucky attitude. But he was a high-ranking professional superhero working for the federal government…

And, as everyone knows, the feds suck.

Colton made a suitable, level-headed mascot-type minion, and Mungus was… well, Mungus lived in the mountains long before Jeb’s ancestors migrated to this great American wilderness, and Jeb was quite certain Mungus would live there until either the Russians or the Koreans nuked them all. There were certain kinds of supers that you just didn’t fuck with. Like Santa.

Now on the fairer side, there was the young tigress Blair. Rawr. Nothing scared her, and that was the kind of attitude you needed in a place like this. Definitely a henchman. Henchwoman.

As for Daria, Jeb found her to be delightful. She was half his age and seemed twice as bitter. He would have to remember to ask her if she wanted to topple the local government with him. You had to start small with these kinds of things.

That left Thelma.

Jeb looked down at his notebook, deep in thought. She didn’t sleep. You know you else didn’t sleep? Robots.

Gravely, he crossed out her name in his notes. You can’t have a successful militia overthrowing the corrupt government with a federal surveillance robot around. She’d have to be the first to go, followed by the dragon if he caused any trouble.

Jeb turned the notebook page. There was a crude drawing of Sheriff Perez under a guillotine, a slip of paper on fire next to him. Bastard.

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Paperwork in order, Jeb walked into the mess hall, his cane thudding on the wood floors. He liked to image it was a stylish clacking noise, but you just didn't get those kinds of acoustics from a corner-store aluminum cane. You needed to have one of those fancy hardwood ones, with the sword inside.

While the campers seemed to gradually be getting to know each other, the old man helped himself to a wilted salad - food quality inspections were for pussies - and pulled a spare chair next to the window where Colton was eating his sunflower seeds.

"... Got you something," he said gruffly, and set a small handful of fresh blackberries on the windowsill.

God, he hated salad, but he needed to set a good example for the children.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Blair Silva​

Location - Messy Mess Hall
Interactions - welian
Mentions - Huntertabbysandshark3

Now the mess hall was nowhere near anything fancy or even to the level that Blair had grown up with her 'well-off family home' but it did the trick. The meat that lay scattered across her area was raw enough to fight back by just getting a hard sear on it. Many people often questioned Blair's eating habits as she was able to become the very animals she often preyed on. Her immediate response was always a hearty laugh followed by ''It's meat and delicious, I'd eat a person if I found out that human meat was just as good. I support prey equality and everyone has a chance at being my next meal in the right situation.''

Her ravenous eating was quickly interrupted by the horrible noise of Jeb dragging that old ass cane with his old ass hands across the floor. The sound sent the wrong kind of tingle down her spine. Blair tilted her chair back so that she was balancing it on two legs in order to turn her head in Jeb's direction, ''Old Jebediah, for the love of every shitty thing in this camp, will you PLEASE get a new seeing eye stick or make Evan be your Support Demon. I'm tired of hearing the tip taps that sound like you're dragging one of the campers.''

 

[AllHailDago]

Andreas Spencer

Andreas left Ricky to it towards the end of the ice breakers, and went inside to prep pitchers of water and cups to go with dinner. He worked as quietly as he was likely capable of managing, so as to not bother Tobias. He couldn't ever wrap his head around people that preferred to fly solo, but that didn't mean he couldn't respect it. He went about his business and left Tobias be, despite how good the meat smelled...

Passing Ricky on his way out to the dining area, Andreas' nose tingled ever so slightly at the dining area's musty scent. Having eaten a fair number of things both alive and far past dead, he wasn't too bothered by the scent. As the campers and other staff filed in he began placing pitchers at all of the slowly filling tables, as well as a stack of generic plastic cups one might find at any dollar store.

That done, he took the only remaining pitcher, and kneeled on the ground at the end of the table the two young foreigners sat at. He tried sitting in one of the tables when he arrived, but that was why there were now four instead of five. Besides, at his size he was still easily tall enough while kneeling. He gave what he believed to be a reassuring smile, his teeth no longer razor sharp but still just as bloodied, and took a massive swig of water from the pitcher in his hands.

Letting out a pleased exhale as he finished, he glanced between the two small campers. So very small, but so full of potential. The young olive-skinned boy seemed oddly covered up and smelled vaguely reminiscent of how Blair did. Probably a recent-ish transformation and shy about it. They'd have to work on that! Andreas gave the young boy a less intimidating closed-mouth smile and a nod. "Arthur!"

He turned to the teensy blonde ball of energy, with her pretty purple eyes and seemingly exuberant personality. Andreas liked her already! She would be fun to watch get really into the camp activities, he knew already. "Bijou, was it?" He pronounced it as 'bee-jew', almost assuredly butchering it as he often did with names. "Are you two excited for camp?"

Zahzi B Bag o Fruit Necessity4Fun Thexcentrichilean

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Ricky Small

Zahzi AllHailDago welian Shadow Alpha TheDaftStudent Huntertabbysandshark3

"Something you need, Small?"

"Oh hey man, yeah! Yeah, I was just checking in on the grub, y'know? How's it coming? Good? Looks good. Alright, if you're just about ready, I'm gonna go let the boss man know, see if he wants to make any announcements before we all chow down on this delicious meal!" He held up a hand for a fist bump. Held it. Held it. Finally he just pointed at Tobias and grinned. "Ohhkay, bee-are-bee my dude!"

He hobbled, perhaps more dramatically than was necessary, along the back wall of the dining room, past the salad bar. As he passed by Andreas he smiled wide, and attempted to perform a double finger-guns in acknowledgement, having forgotten that one of his hands was still holding his walking stick. It tipped, and gently struck him on the face. Chuckling, he grabbed it again and closed the last ten feet to where his employer sat.

"Hey boss! S'up, Blair Witch Project! Hahaaa... What're you all- Aw, hey! Ol' Colt Derringer, my little man! Ain't seen you since yesterday, how's it- whoa, hold your horses, man, are those sunflower seeds? Sunny-seeds are my faaaavorite, fam-ster! You mind if I get some of those?"

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Colton Woods
Location: Camp Mess hall
Tags: welian Shadow Alpha B Bag o Fruit

Colt sniffled at the blue berries before biting into one. It was amazing! His eyes metaphorically turned into stars at the taste. He hadn’t had blue berries in a week or so. He was about to take another bite before turning his attention to Jeb and squinting suspiciously at him. He looked at Jeb’s cane and then asked, “Are you still apologizing about losing the sword cane you were given on your last birthday?”

Suddenly Blair was popping into the conversation. Colt nodded at her words and added, “It also can’t be all that good for your old man hands to be using such a cheap handle. Gods know you’ll get worse arthritis.”

Jeb was an okay person, but he made things interesting. More so when he willingly inserted himself into your life and then acted as if you’d always been there and took you for granted. Though with Colt’s history he really couldn’t ask for more, and he supposed that despite all his flaws... he wouldn’t want to. Jeb was fun. When he wanted to be.

Colt had taken another bite of his berry when Ricky Small showed up. “Ricky!” Colt picked up one of his sunflower seeds and offered it to the man.

“Yes, please, do join me.” He said with a laugh symbolically offering a single sunflower seed. He could only hold the one. Ricky could do the rest of the work.

“We’re discussing Jeb’s eventual anatomical malfunction due to his lack of self care

 

[Necessity4Fun]

SAY.IT.RIGHT!!!​

Time-Flow: Normal

Location: Camp Winifred - Mess Hall, her own table
Nearby: Arthur and Dragon-person! (Andreas)

Interactions: Thexcentrichilean , AllHailDago , TheDaftStudent (Brief background wave)

~~Translation notes~~
"Очки" -> "Glasses" (Optics, Eyeglasses)
"Это не французский!" -> "It's not French!"​

Artwork: ᕱ⑅ᕱ by ゆつもえ (Yatsumoe)

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"Hello~!"​

Bijou had replied with a delightful smile at the older boy, before proceeding to climb down for the seat and set herself on the chair properly. The descent had been a bit trickier than the ascent, with the girl wobblily making a rather confuzzled attempt to get down from her knees, at points almost falling off the surface altogether but somehow still accomplishing the task. As soon as she had sat down, however, a new realization shared with a sudden 'oh!' and a junior-sized backpack rested on her lap next.
Because surely, you couldn't come to dinner without some nice snacks as dessert!

If there was anything that could represent the Russian child accurately in this world it was that backpack. Done entirely in pastel tones and a fun chaotic pattern with cute shapes, the very front of the thing was made out of a mix of plastic and rubber which reflected light out of it like no tomorrow. A white pure cartoonish unicorn smiled kindly, rainbow in the background and there was glitter everywhere. Multiple sections of the infantile drawing covered by attached plastic pouches of colorful glittery water that shifted upon pressure. A fidgety paradise whose owner couldn't have been clearer.

Arthur had barely seated himself properly and Bijou thrown her legs in the air a couple of times, before the silence of the table would be broken. The excitable blonde had leaned over the surface itself, arms used as pillows, trying to get as close to her company as possible with their current placements:

"Hmmmm...", she stood there for a moment, thoughtful, Hyacinth gaze locked on the other filled with curious wonderment, "Can not see in dark?", the Russian asked without reprieve, "But Очки..." ^(Ochki...), she gestured with a hand making a circle around her eyes to drive the idea of 'glasses' better, "Not uhh... n-not glass??", at this the girl had tilted her head sightly having another thoughtful moment, "Like... Like window!!"

Suddenly straightening herself from the table, Bijou had been quick to frantically point at the first window in her sight cheerfully making the point as if the other needed the detailed explanation as she would. Apparently that's where the hamster was sat, to who the blonde child had then waved at with a new smile, uncaring for whether she had been seen or not and only then returning her attention to her tablemate.

"Soooo, Arthur Очки ^(Ochki) different... Uhhh, made of... Oh!!!"

Having an idea, the little Russian reached for her unicorn backpack, opening it up and searching inside for a while. Objects were taken out and placed on top of the table, among them a plush zebra; A packet of crayons; And a crushed cardboard box that seemed to once hold a type of candy, but it's contents were a mystery now, lost towards the bottom of the backpack... What Bijou had been looking for, however, was a little package of animal-shaped cookies, soon brought into sight. The girl lost no time pointing at the exact part of the packaging that was transparent and let it's contents be seen.

"This!", she kept pointing proudly directly at the plastic packaging, covering what maybe looked like a lion-shaped cookie, "Arthur Очки ^(Ochki), this!!"

It had been somewhere in-between scavenging her backpack and finishing her question's context that the big dragon-man had decided to join them too! Well, sitting on the ground whether than on a seat... Bee had to stop for a moment to consider the why of that, eventually realizing the size disparity. Okay, she could let that one pass... Until the mispronounced name came, again, prompting her to close up instantly, angry purple-ish blue gaze locked at the gigantic adult of red eyes as if there was nothing there to fear.

"NOO!", Bijou cut immediately in protest, throwing the package of cookies at the table and destroying most of the cute milk-favoured animals in the process, "Это не французский!" ^{(Eto ne Frantsuzskiy!)}

With a long sigh, the now pouty Russian girl put the backpack on top of the table as well and proceeded to point at herself calling attention to her position as she tried to carefully correct the pronounce:

"It Bijou. Beeeeee-Zyuuu", she reinforced, both by saying it very slowly and placing her hands in front of her in parallel, palms facing each other, marking the syllables very strictly in block as she said them, "BEEE-ZYUUU. Get it? Bee-zyu. Bijou.", hopefully this would be foolproof.

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[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Evan
interaction: Shadow Alpha welian B Bag o Fruit TheDaftStudent​

Evan didn't really bother with eating honestly it was unhealthy for the guy... even after all of Evan's unique features one of the more peculiar ones was the inability to eat any sort of normal food Not that it bothered him much, it seemed that the staff where all gathered together soo time to see what they though of the kids so far. getting there just in time to year Blair’s jab at him “awww Blair I doubt jeb would what me hanging around him all the time trust me I can already smell the awkwardness form here“ she said with a chuckle “aaanyway what do you lot think about the kids This time around?”

 

[spicey]

Location: Mess Hall

Interactions: Barges into the mess hall b/c he's supes late. Also interrupts the convo between Andreas, Arthur, and Bijou. Necessity4Fun AllHailDago Thexcentrichilean

By the time the Cutlers’ car rolled up to the campground, the sun had long set. Not that Chase minded, of course, since he’d made the very intelligent call to stop for dinner at “Wanda Waggles’ House of Waffles”, which had been featured at least twice on some of his road trip vlogs. Sure, the waffle stacks were a little soured by his parents’ insistence that Camp Winifred wasn’t “a fun summer trip” and rather instead a “government mandated rite of passage so that your mutation doesn’t pose a threat to the Commonwealth or her good people and politicians”, but potato poTAHto, right? Right.

Not long after he’d waved his parents good-bye (and making sure that they were, in fact, in the right place), Chase made sure his bright blue windbreaker was zipped up nice and snug before heading towards the building with the most lights spilling out of it. Pulling along his roller luggage with one hand and skateboard in the other, the sixteen-year-old squinted at the… ahem, rustic quality of the camp. He stomped a couple times on the mulch and dirt and forest muck under his Vans. “There’s gotta be a skate park around here somewhere…” he grumbled to himself with a scowl, before arriving at the door and swinging it wide open.

The young super winced at the way the old door opened far faster than he had intended, banging real loud-like in the process. Cheeks reddened more from the cold than any sort of embarrassment, Chase swiveled his gaze around the room at the mix of campers and staff. So this was what it was like to be around supers! Er… fellow supers, that is! He had to remember he wasn’t just any old human anymore, no sir-ree.

Not being the ripest banana in the bunch, it wasn’t until he’d taken a few steps inside that he realized it was a cafeteria, a mess hall of some sort. Huh. Maybe in hindsight, stopping for dinner wasn’t the best idea in the world. Unless they served like total slop here, of course. It looked like the food was served over yonder, some ways away from the tables. Now, who was he supposed to talk to for a check-in?

Just as he was debating exactly where he should head now that he was where the people were, a high-pitched protest rose above the hum of conversation. Curiosity piqued, Chase made his way over to the table where he was pretty sure he heard a little girl scream out. It didn’t really sound like anguish or pain, though, so he was more intrigued than concerned.

The little blond girl seemed pretty miffed, though, but Chase couldn’t help but try to discern what her mutation might be. She looked, for all intents and purposes, like an ordinary little girl. A foreign little girl, sure, but he supposed it that wasn’t so unusual. At any rate, if his power was any indication, they weren’t always easy to see. And he couldn’t say the same about the other two guys at the table, with one cocooned in a beanie and warm clothes and the other an absolute behemoth of a man with- wow, did people have eyes that red? He had to remind himself not to stare- according to some of the inclusion vids he watched before showing up, staring at someone’s uh, mutation? Was considered pretty rude. And there was plenty of time to make a bad impression when he wasn’t carrying all his shit.

“Bee-zoo? Bee-zhu? Did I get that right?” he interjected, giving the word a whack. “That’s like. French, right? Bon-journey and croissants and little artist hats and all that?” He cocked a bit of a smile by way of introduction. Talking to supers had to be like the same as talking to everyone else, right? Maybe there was a secret handshake he’d learn at camp later, to prove he was a super, too. “I’m Chase, by the way. Is it cool if I sit with you guys? I just got here, see, and I dunno if I missed s’more making or whatever.”

 

[Heterological]

Michael Wood
Location: Mess Hall
Tags: Gus FliesandSpiders Necessity4Fun Xafin

Michael glanced at the other shifter. Danielle, or whatever her name was, said something about the shifter power of... Michael didn't know. Whatever his name was.

Wordlessly, he looked over the guy. He looked really young, but Michael didn't think they would let a ten-year-old kid into the camp. He was kinda annoyed, since the shifter wasn't being funny at all. But then again, ten-year-olds were kinda cute.

His attention was split again when some other girl with ridiculously choppy hair walked up to the table and sat down. She waved and, in a very cheerful voice, said, "Hi everybody!"

"Hi Cassandra," Danielle said.

So that's who she is. Now I know what to put on my hit list.

He hated those kinds of people, who were so bright and cheerful to the point it got annoying. Danielle beside him said something, and he managed to focus on her words to hear, "-didn't actually catch most people's names in the midst of all that insanity."

Michael glanced at Gerald for a second and said, "My name is Michael. I am also a shifter; you could probably tell because of the hair color."

 

[Gus]

Gerald Marinos
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Heterological Xafin Huntertabbysandshark3
welian B Bag o Fruit AllHailDago Shadow Alpha ​

Gerald decided that he was better off observing than talking. Talking, whatever Michael might have said earlier in the day, was not his strong suit. So he let his eyes wander about the space, gleaning what little glimpses of true character Ricky's ice breaking had failed to elicit. The old man, Jeb, was not nearly so cantankerous as he clearly liked to pretend. The hamster, for one, occupied a special place in his heart. An old softie it seemed, who cultivated his fearsome image out of fear that someone might find out how fearsome he wasn't. His wicked looking heavy cane was clearly part of the image, which made Gerald wonder if he even needed it for support. Blair, the cougar lady, certainly seemed to have Jeb's number. She wasn't buying for a second that the cane was anything but a prop, and said so, loudly. She added something teasing about Evan, the Batman, but whatever the implication was, it was lost on Gerald, and Evan's reply was lost in the general hubbub. Ricky, in contrast to his boss, seemed to really be leaning on his staff, as if favoring a recent injury. It seemed odd, him using a tree limb for support, if it was true that he talked to trees. Did he ask permission to cut a staff, or to do they just lend those out to their friends? Even if they did, wasn't that kind of like using a friend's severed arm for a crutch? Maybe so. Ricky did give the impression of being the sort of guy who would actually give you his right arm for the asking, but only if you'd promise to be his friend.

His eyes moved on.

Andreas, even in human form was a little over-awing, occupying as he did one whole end of a table. Also drinking from a pitcher as if it were a shot glass. Gerald found it difficult to look away from him. He was so much more than merely large. He was present. Thoroughly so. As if he was not only too big for the table, but too big for his skin, or indeed even the room. Gerald glanced up at the whirling blades of the ceiling fans, nervously thinking of what might happen if a dragon accidentally head butted them. Of course if that impossibly massive body were to find release from the tiny human frame inhibiting it, fans would probably be the least of their worries. At Andreas' table the little Russian girl seemed to be having a bit of a fit over the proper way to pronounce Russian, much to the consternation of her companion. At this distance, Gerald found it quite amusing that for as much latitude as she needed to be given on English, that she expected perfection of her interlocutors regarding their use of consonants and vowels. He would not have switched places with poor Arthur for the world however. That little girl was terrifying. Arthur seemed like someone who would be much more at home in a quiet library. He felt a kind of kinship with Arthur, though they hadn't yet spoken. He looked forward to continuing not to do so in the future, though in a slightly more pro-social way. Unconsciously, he gave a friendly sort of nod in Arthur's direction. Just then the front door banged open and they are swiftly joined by.... Mr. Teen Universe, god's gift to metahumans, exuding confidence and hair product, who proceeded to, very carefully and deliberately, mispronounce Bijou and adding further insult to her Russian pride... misidentify it as French. Good luck, Arthur. Godspeed Andreas. The bards will sing songs of your courage.

Afraid to see what happened next, he turned back to his own table to find Dani talking to herself. Nothing wrong with that of course, but it would perhaps be more accurate, or at least more helpful, to say that she was talking to another Dani. An entirely separate Dani who had crept up behind her, grinning like an idiot. So that was what passed for jokes in the shapeshifter community, apparently. Hilarious. Better start practicing his impressions.

She invited Alron to sit down with them, in spite of her obvious discomfort, which broke Gerald's heart a little bit. It bothered him how much boys who didn't mind harassing girls got invited to hang out rather than told to get lost. He wished he had the wherewithal to say something cutting or maybe was brave enough to do a mean impression of Alron... but how would that even work, doing an impression of a shapeshifter? And anyway, he wasn't brave enough. Apparently.

At the other end of the table, they are joined by Cassandra. Oddly ironic name for someone who can supposedly see the future. Oddly appropriate that his first reaction to this is skepticism. She is just a bit too much, as if constrained by her body like Andreas, but in more of a compressed sunshine and rainbows sort of way. He waves politely and does his level best to grin, but the smile practically falls of his face when he sees the look on Michael's. Not impatient, not annoyed, not even spiteful. Just... flat. What is it about that guy?! He has been unfailingly polite and helpful, even friendly. Or at least, an approximation of friendly? Gerald has the same unnerving impression one gets when looking at a supposedly 'neutral' dolls face. Like it is hiding something horrible behind it. Something shifts uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. Maybe it's just hunger pangs again. His skin fades slightly, from deep purple to mauve.

Into the sudden lull in the introductions, he blurts out "I'm Gerald. Did I say that already? I think I said that already. I'm, um... not a shifter exactly? I think the commonwealth guy called what I do 'active camouflage' if I remember right. Do you suppose the food is coming out soon? It seems like a long time coming doesn't it? Hey, I think I have some granola bars in my bag. Does anybody want some?"

Shut the fuck up, Gerry, whatthefuck is wrong with you? Stop. Talking.

He ducks below the edge of the table to rummage in his bag. Or hide maybe. He's good at that. Camouflage, don't you know?

 

[Heterological]

Michael Wood
Location: Mess Hall
Tags: Gus FliesandSpiders Necessity4Fun Xafin

Michael visibly and quite noticeably grimaced when Gerald went off on a small tangent. He knew how it felt to blurt out things to try to break silence; there were quite a few kids like that at his school, and he'd made the mistake of letting his guard down.

and as Gerald ducked under the table, he shrugged. "I'll have a granola bar. What brand is it?"

 

[Xafin]

Cassandra Vasiliou
Interacting with: Gus Heterological (and someone else but I can't remember who lol)

"It's nice to meet you all properly, outside of those ice breakers. Weren't they kinda dumb?" Cassandra says, loud and bright, genuinely pleased to have made their acquaintance, it seems. She gestures with her hands as she replies to Gerald, "I'd actually love a granola bar, as well. I haven't eaten since yesterday." Her smile twitches at the admission, before returning in full force, a little faked this time. She pulls her worn tarot cards out of her back pocket, shuffling them with an air of practiced confidence, almost lazily shifting the cards between her hands, like a nervous habit, or a soothing tic. Something for her hands to do other than wildly gesture with gusto, at least. She almost smacked Michael on that last pass of her hands.

 

[welian]

Jeb snorted derisively at Blair. “I ain’t dragged a camper since – hey!” The old crusty man turned around and glared at Colton.

“I take fantastic care of myself. I take a shower every week and do laundry every two.” Jeb huffed, and took a bite of wilted salad.

It was awful. He immediately let the brown, slimy leaves slide off his tongue and back into bowl.

“Fuck. I shoulda gotten the stew… Ah, hold on…”

“This bitch empty! Y E E T !!” he bellowed, and chucked the offensive geriatric-saliva-covered salad at the trash can in the center of the room. It was a “meme”, he was told, from around thirty years ago. And things that were thirty years old were cool, like the 1980s.

The trash can rattled, and then tipped over with a feline yowl. An orange tabby shot out, covered in slimy salad. It was not the same cat from earlier, the one that slept on Jeb’s rocking chair. It was yet another one of the feral mousers loitering around the camp.

“… Alright.” Jeb turned and looked accusingly from Evan, to Blair, to Ricky, to Colton. Wait, not Colton. He was the least suspicious, and the most in danger. “Which one of you let a cat inside? No, don’t answer. I’ll go get the tuna trap. Blair, protect Colton. Evan, Ricky, go serve dinner to the campers. Without the topless dancing.”

OOC

Jeb can be cool, too.

B Bag o Fruit Shadow Alpha Huntertabbysandshark3 TheDaftStudent Zahzi

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Ricky Small

welian Zahzi FliesandSpiders AFreakingBird Shadow Alpha @D. Rex Huntertabbysandshark3 Xafin @Exif @xxlifexx @PlusUltra Gus @Ahmity Damafaud AllHailDago Heterological TheDaftStudent @Grey Necessity4Fun Thexcentrichilean @WolfieGamer57 spicey @Lemon Boy

"Hahaaah, alright boss!" Ricky drawled, slapping a handful of sunflower seeds into his mouth. "Mmmh! Wellm, I shfure didn led emy catsh 'n..." he pardoned himself around the pointy bolus on his tongue. Then he swallowed it whole. "I've been out since before the bum crack o' dawn!" This second part was true; at approximately 4:30 that morning he had set out for the woods, and left the mess hall's front door open a good three inches.

"Okay, S'Evan El'Evan! Sounds like we're just gonna have to dance with our shirts on today, but let's get some food to these hungry campers, yeah? Colt, my guy, watch out for them cats, yo..." He held out a fist bump to his hamster co-worker, then hastily limped to the kitchen door.

"HELLOOOOOOOO WINIFRED CAMPEEERRRRRRS!" He held his arms out like a rock star. "It is suppertime! My favorite... of all times! But as you can see, we are in a pretty smaaallllll space! So! We're gonna have each table line up for grub, one-by-one, m'kay? So if you are hungry-" He threw his arms forward to point at the campers. "... lemme hear you MAKE SOME NOISE!!"

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Blair Silva​

Location - Messy Mess Hall
Interactions - welian TheDaftStudent B Bag o Fruit Huntertabbysandshark3
Mentions - Everyone else in Mess Hall that interacts with the cat

Deadpan was the best word to describe the expression on Blair's face as she listened to Jeb. She knew damn well that cane was just for fake sympathy to build his old man character. She could've swore she caught him skipping around one night around the camp like some kind of a lunatic. ''Have no fear EvyPoo, Jeb would be happy to have a strapping young man like you by his side.'' The peaceful joking atmosphere lasted all of 3 minutes before the cat had leapt from the trashcan. Blair's pupils dilated into slits, clearly she hadn't marked thee camp territory as well as she should have. Only few wild/stray animals were allowed to be near the camp and only in the case that Blair had allowed them

Blair had immediately shifted into a wolf upon receiving Jeb's orders. She grabbed Colton with unparalleled gentleness and tossed him so that he would land on the long fur between her ears. ''Better hold on RatBoy, you're in for one hell of a ride. Evan dear, be a nice lunch lady to the kids.'' Blair, quite literally, howled with laughter before beginning the chase of the invader. She would growl and snap at it when it would attempt to hide behind the kids or in corners. Imagine some sore of crackhead skit from Tom and Jerry. She wasn't even thinking about the hell Colton would be going through on his horrible rodeo trip.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Evan
interaction: Shadow Alpha welian B Bag o Fruit TheDaftStudent (everyone else I guess too)​

“Well if that’s what you consider fantastic care then I most certainly agree“ he’d reapond a amused smirk on his face as he did so turning his attention to blair the usual witty grin that hed reserve for there constant back and forth reared it’s head again “oh well I wouldn’t want to make jeb look bad by comparsion now That would just be rude I think you would probably make a better helper, after all I’d be less distracted by a large dog then someone like myself” replying with a slight chuckle to himself this only got louder with jebs rather successful usage of the word yeet. He was about to say something else when the cat jumped out of the trash can prompting Jeb to give them there actual assignments for the now his was to help with the food serving... a fake eye roll followed with the usual comments on his appearance honestly Evan was amused they still kept it up after all this time “awww come on jet you know I don’t take my shirt off until aaafter hours though I bet if I did someone might appreciate it... speaking on that I’m getting a little hungry myself, come on no time to lose then hey can already smell em getting restless" the last part being mostly directly at Ricky. Dropping himself through one of his own portals that would drop him just beside Ricky who had essentially done most of the talking leaving him to stand and look pretty something Evan was reeeeallly good at.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Alron
interactions: Gus Xafin Heterological​

alron would give a amused shrug to the girl “yeah it’s fun but there are a few downside to it, but yeah I’ll stick around“ he’d say as casually as ever like wearing someone else was essentially the norm and for alron that was for the most part true regardless he’d happily sit down at the table with everyone else glancing at the residence of the table it did seem there where more shifter one guy called Michael apparently kinda straight up said it soo that made things easier and then there was squid face Macgee introduced himself as Gerald “oof well should have introduced himself too thanks for the reminder names alron aaaand I wouldn’t exactly call myself a shapeshifter more of a mimic then anything else“ he’d reply totally ignoring Gerald odvious awkwardness “soo regardless that a cool power guess all of us change some shape somewhat am I right?” alrons form would melt away leaving something vaugly humanoid but made of black sludge in its place before the substance assumed gerald appearance “besides ya look a lot cooler then I do I’m essentially just a blob“ Alron would chuckle a little at his own bad joke interrupted by two of the staff looks like they where finally getting food least the old guy sounded like he was having fun that was a bonus “well looks like we are gonna get something to eat aaanyway I should probably like be... me?.... heads up.. I kinda look.. stupid please don’t mention it” Alron would respond with a hesitant tone in his voice. Once again Alron’s form would melt away into sludge reforming into a twelve-year-old kid wearing an oversized scarf and jumper this was assumed the form Alron would normally take when not copying someone else

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Colton Woods
Location: Camp Mess hall
Tags: welian Shadow Alpha

Colton yelped as he was suddenly scooped up and tossed into the air. When he touched down on Blair’s head he gripped her fur in his little paws and shouted, “Blair! Why!?”

He understood why they’d be worried about cats and himself interacting, but tossing him on top of a surging wolf as it chased prey?! He was likely to get whiplash from all of this!

“Blair!” He shouted in a mix of fear and excitement, “I’m not a rat!”

He squeezed his eyes shut and held close to her head. His small heart was racing. He hadn’t had anything like this happen for a long time. Things for him were mostly quiet, so a change of pace was always nice. Unless, of course, he was hoisted from comfort and sent with the Wild Hunt.

Now that was just too much excitement for him.

 

[Damafaud]

Hehehe
Interaction: Thexcentrichilean Necessity4Fun AllHailDago spicey
Mention: B Bag o Fruit​

Adrian Ward
Pranks are a form of art! Or so Adrian declared in the solitude of his toilet.

It was easy to be excused during the gap between ice-breaker games (those are fun! Just learn to throw your and dinner time. Going to the bathroom was a normal thing to do, after all. Everyone needed to use the bathroom whether they liked it or not. And that was what Adrian aiming for.

Now, there was a lot he could do to a toilet, but he didn’t want to go too far on the first night. Fireworks should be reserved for like, day 9 or something like that. He started with the ol’ reliable fake spider. The door was a bit too tall to reach dependably, but it was no biggie with a lack of shame and the ability to swim up a wall naked. With a bit of tape and nylon strings, wallah! The next camper to go in would get a big hairy spider to their face.

Adrian returned to the mess hall whistling and grinning like an idiot. What fun would it be if no one had an inkling of suspicion? More fun if he could get the counsellors to start chasing, even Mr. Andreas. Heck, especially Mr. Andreas! Is a chase scene involving a dragon cool? Trick question!

He arrived just in time for dinner. Good dinner! The noisy one.

“WHOOO!” he shouted in response to the counsellor’s request for noise. Kinda regret not taking the airhorn with him, now. That definitely could make more noise.

Two tables had crowds on them, one fuller than the other. Adrian plopped down on the more vacant table no problemo and started talking rounds like he belonged there. Best way to join a group was to give no ‘no’ answer!

“Anyone know what’s for dinner? Mind if I sit here? Oh wait, let me names real quick. Arthur, Bijo- oh hell yes do counsellors also eat here Mr. Andreas? Aaand no idea. Who’s up for a fight if slop is on the menu?”

Adrian rattled off words like gamma radiation to a beiger counter, addressing everyone on the table one after another (he pronounced Bijou as Bee-Jo) before addressing the table as a whole without a halt. The possibility of a food fight so early into the camp got the already grinning boy into showing a cheshire cat-like smile.

 

[AFreakingBird]

Mungus the Fungus

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Having completed the fire with his companions, Mungus stood in awe of the flames as they danced against the darkening sky, feeling the intense heat against his body slowly evaporating his porous flesh of water. An unfortunate circumstance, but it wouldn't stop him from taking a few fumbling steps away from the fire and watching flames as they danced. Ah. Yes. Fire... the flickering glow reflected in Mungus's glassy psuedo-eyes as he fell into deep thought.. A symbol of power- adjacent to life and death simultaneously. It was governed by the principles of both, in order to survive the flames had to consume, or find itself starved and withered away. Fire could be warm, nurturing, or wild and destructive. The wake of ashes left by fire would feed a new growth of a forest and a fungus that would one day, burn again. Wonderful. Not so different were we... from the fire and the flames we carry on. At the thought, Mungus turned his head to ruminate this wisdom with Colt and Jeb only to realize they were no longer there. Huh, strange. Those people moved so fast sometimes, it was difficult at times for Mungus to keep track of them all, especially as he had been staring idly at the fire for several hours lost in thought. "Oh." Mungus thought to noone before waddling up to the fire, now reduced to embers.

"Hmmm..."

Taking a few extra moments to gaze into the glowing embers, Mungus knelt and recovered several small sticks that still burned placed them in his head- his cap now adorned with a crown of embered sticks. Excellent. With that, the fungal avatar stood and wandered over towards the cafeteria, where he could sense the majority of campers were. He arrived just behind another person, an unfamiliar young man grumbling about a skate park (Chase- spicey ). Mungus did not know what that was, but the forest was home to many good things. Maybe a skate park was one. Not seeming to notice the small fungus man, the boy continued for the door and swung it wide open as he entered. Excellent. Mungus took to follow, making for the doorway before the door swung back to smack the fungal avatar to the ground. Suddenly, stars filled his vision from the night sky above. Wow, how beautiful. Mungus did not know much about the stars. He liked to think they were falling spores of some great cosmic mushroom. But that was just a theory. Oh, right... crawling to his feet,the small fungal body pushed hard into the door attempting to open it. With his minuscule weight it would take several minutes to push it open enough for him to eek in. Luckily, Mungus was patient.

 

[Gus]

Gerald Marinos
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Shadow Alpha TheDaftStudent AFreakingBird B Bag o Fruit
​

Gerald was three quarters under the table, trying to find the right pocket of his backpack, when Counselor Ricky announced dinner and requested 'noise.' Driven by hunger, he threw up his hands and let out a "Yaaaaaaa-- ow!"

It turns out throwing up your hands is not a good plan under these tiny little tables. He examined his knuckles. Hm. Badly scraped, but not actually bleeding. Thanks, Ricky... can I have food now, or do you have more social extortion planned?

Then a big orange tabby ran by, squalling and hissing, pursued by a wolf. Ridden by a hamster.

It was not so much the fact of a hamster/wolf hybrid cavalry routing feral cats out of the mess hall that caused Gerald to rear back, banging his head, no. By now he was getting used to the camp vibe, and this was more the ordinary sort of bestartledment as when an angry cat shrieks its displeasure nearby.

At any rate, that was probably going to leave a lump.

Slightly dazed, he lay flat and pulled himself out from under the table by the bench seat. The wild kingdom floorshow made another orbit of the room as he pulled himself up. So far, the camper response to Ricky's exhortation to 'make some noise' was a bit underwhelming apart from Adrian, who made enough for at least three. So. Headache to go with the lump. Nice. Still, Ricky does seems the type to actually hold their supper for ransom until he gets what he wants, so Gerald threw up 'jazz hands' again, as he made his way over to the door. "Yaaahh." he mumbled quietly, "Suuuuuuppper time. Yaaaah. Very Best Time Of Day. Yes. Noise and such-like."

As he got to the front door, he maintained the one hand in overhead jazz style to emphasize the noise he was definitely making, you bet. With the other, he pulled the door open. He, for one, did not actually want to see a wolf disembowel a cat right before supper. The cat, with one final doppler shifted yowl went tear-assing out the door. Right, Gerald noted much too late, toward poor Mungus, who had apparently been trying to come in.

Gerald's face turned seven entirely new shades and textures as his jaw went slack with horror at what was about to happen.

But he kept doing Jazz Hand.

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Ricky Small

welian Zahzi FliesandSpiders AFreakingBird Shadow Alpha @D. Rex Huntertabbysandshark3 Xafin @Exif @xxlifexx @PlusUltra Gus @Ahmity Damafaud AllHailDago Heterological TheDaftStudent @Grey Necessity4Fun Thexcentrichilean @WolfieGamer57 spicey @Lemon Boy

Ricky pantomimed listening hard. He swiveled to turn his ear to the crowd, cupped a hand to it with a flourish. He turned to point at Adrian when he cheered, then Gerald when he began to. "Gerald, my good dude, you gotta stay in your seat now buddy!"

He took his hand off his ear and put both of them on his hips in mock disappointment. "Camp Winifred! I am afraid to say I - can - not - hear - you! Can you hear me? I said..." excited, he motioned for Evan to shout along with him: "MAKE!"

"SOME!"

"NOOOIIIIIIIIIIISE!"