Camp Sleep S'More (Day Six)

smellie_hippie · 03-14-2008, 03:58 PM

Huddles of diminutive figures walk through the gated archway with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Lights from the afternoon sun reflect off thick braces and thicker glasses. Nervous eyes glance back and forth… looking for familiar faces, whilst hands clutch firmly at suitcases, backpacks, sleeping bags and insulated cases of medications. Once in a while a giggle is heard as a young boy wearing a towel like a cape streaks through the crowd. Whispers and finger pointing follow until a bell rings out clearly from up ahead.

Once… twice… five times (three sir)… three times.

Standing before the crowd is an odd trio, who can’t help but bring a large smile to every face. A tall man in a faded tye-dye tee-shirt, shoulder length salt and pepper hair, a scruffy beard and a ginormous cup of coffee waves for all the campers to come forward. To his right is a beautiful figure flying about three feet off the group on purplish gossamer wings. She shakes her head in perpetual amazement at the hippie and his coffee, and lightly plants a kiss on his cheek. The third figure bleats and wags his tail happily, then pauses to adjust the mask that has slipped over one of his eyes.

Welcome to Camp Sleep S’More! My name is Smellie_Hippie, but you all can call me hippie. To my right is the most important person in my life… my lovely wife Mountain_Faerie. And over to my left is a modest celebrity, Atreyu the Masked Llama. We know you are all going to have a great time here at camp, so let’s take a few minutes so we can show you around.

The camp directors lead the group forward towards an oblong pit filled with rough hewn benches. The benches descend in a tiered fashion, and ahead of the semi-circle is a carefully constructed campfire, waiting to be lit. This is the site of our famous Camp Sleep S’More scary stories. You’ve heard about them, you love them, you can’t wait to hear them. Looking around, you see gravel pathways leading to five brightly colored cabins.

Hippie points towards an orange cabin in the Northwest corner. This is Cabin Pirates, inside you’ll find eye patches and silly hook-hands. Going clockwise hippie identifies the remaining four cabins. The green cabin is Cabin Rebellion, please don’t break the light sabers. This blue cabin is Cabin Llama Llama Duck, where you will find alpaca blankets and more rubber duckies than you will know what to do with. Cabin Mafia is the purple one, and we hope you can find a fedora that fits. Finally we have Cabin Werewolf in red, where you will find plastic fangs and fuzzy monster slippers. On the far side of the lake is Cabin Ye Old West, painted yellow. This Cabin has just been refurbished, and there are tin stars and cap guns.

Moving on, we have the dining hall, which has been freshly painted and scrubbed…. since it got kinda messy last year. Beyond that is our new organic farm! We have a barn to house a few animals, pigs, chickens, sheep and of course… llamas! Lastly is this tye-dye structure just south of the dining hall. This is our camp directors cab… what the heck!?

It is readily apparent that mischief is already afoot. Long strips of toilet paper are draped across the roof, around the walls and clumped in wet wads like giant spitballs on the windows. Dozens upon dozens of tacky pink flamingos are scattered all around the cabin… and a note has been pinned to the front door. Mountain_Faerie flies over to the door and pulls the note off. As the other directors peer over her shoulder, hippie reads the note out loud.

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Oh dear.

Alright then campers... some of you are not supposed to be here. I hope you can figure out who is who!

Current Players and Cabin Assignments

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Camp Map

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Player Roles

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Mommy’s Brave Little Camper (Baner): This camper picks one frightened child each night, and keeps them safe. Mommy’s Brave Little Camper stays up all night long with one of the campers to help survive the ghost story.

Assistant Camp Director (Seer): This camper is the right hand man/woman for the camp director. Though never trusted with all the itinerary and camp roster, they can spend part of the evening thinking really hard, and recognize (scry) where each camper came from.

B-F-F Campers (Masons): These campers have been pen pals, gone on sleep-overs and have group photos from various family vacations. They all know each other, and have been best friends for years. The B-F-F campers scry as B-F-F campers.

Junior Gang Leader (Alpha Wolf): The Junior Gang Leader has snuck into camp Sleep S’More before. He/She has used his skills to forge their name on the roster, and will be scried as a regular camper. The Junior Gang Leader will pick the remainder of the juvenile delinquents before the game starts.

Camp Wrong-side-of-the-Tracks (Werewolves): These campers have snuck into camp to bring mischief and mayhem. They are nasty and rotten, and want to scare away all the kids, so they can set up their gang in the posh setting of Camp S’More. Every night, they will select a camper to scare by enacting the Ghost Story told at the fire-pit Jamboree.

The Prankster (Devil): This is that camper who thought hording all the TP was funny… switching toothpaste for itch-cream, putting kids hands in warm-water, hiding the oars for the canoe… *pant pant pant*. The Prankster can scry the other campers every night, and will be scried as camp Wrong-Side-of-the-Tracks.

The Weekend Warrior (Fool): This camper has been camping once before… but only once. He/she thinks they know everything about it, and can accurately peg everyone in their “camp roles”. During night activities, the Weekend Warrior can scry any individual, but the results will be randomly determined.

Ow My Braces got Stuck! (Lovers): These two campers have snuck away from the campfire for some alone time. The only problem is that they appear to have gotten stuck. If one of them gets booted out of camp, the other will have to go with… for a trip to the orthodontist! These campers are aware of whom each other is, but not their roles.

Uncle Festy · 03-14-2008, 04:29 PM

((Woot! First post!
Repost from the recruitment thread:))

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Originally Posted by Uncle Festy

Dan sighs. "It's deja vu all over again." He turns back to 'Goof. "Ok. I learned the art of wizardry from my father. More specifically, from my father's wizarding school. Anyone who has any spark of magical talent can learn wizardry, but very few have the time and means to develop the skill. Yes, I'm from earth - which is more then you can say about the demon you were chasing around earlier. Hogwarts and Harry Potter aren't real, and the idea of being able to cast as many spells as you want is simply laughable. I can cast a couple of other simple spells, but what I just did was about the limit of my abilities. There's not much else I'll be able to do today."
Dan sits back down on his bed, and starts pulling some clothes out of his backpack.

Nychta · 03-14-2008, 04:49 PM

((thanks for the link))

Uncle Festy · 03-14-2008, 04:51 PM

((You're welcome.
Oh, and when does day 1 end?))

PhantomFox · 03-14-2008, 04:55 PM

Sven grins widely as he spies the new Pirate regaila and replaces some of his homemade pieces with the ones provided. Messing up the sheets of his bunk a bit as well as getting them somewhat wet (what do you expect from an otter?) , he hops back out of it, and looks around for any of the other arrivals to greet and get to know.

Nychta · 03-14-2008, 04:59 PM

Standing knee-deep in a sea of rubber duckies, Nadia momentarily looks bewildered, until she realises there is only one thing to be done in such a situation...

"RUBBER DUCKIE FIGHT!!!" she squeals, and starts to throw ducks at her cabin-mates.

Zar Peter · 03-14-2008, 05:01 PM

Peter looks up from his comics as he notices xNadia ~~entering~~ ninjaed him the Cabin.

Hey, a Duck fight? Well, I wondered what these things are for.
Welcome in the realm Llama Llama Duck. ~~Don't ask us what this name is for, I think the Camp director must had a little bit too much coffee~~. I'm Peter and this guy (point at Freshmeat) is Francis.
By the way Francis, the Falcons don't fly away, they have little caps over their eyes so they stay calm. Only when they should hunt their prey the caps will be removed and the Falcons may fly.

Dr. Bath · 03-14-2008, 05:07 PM

A blue estate pulls up just inside the camp gates and a small boy of around seven and his mother get out. The mother pulls her son's luggage out of the back of the car and gives it to him.

She strides over to Hippie and the rest of the staff, she's wearing a smart blue suit and a name tag, reading 'Dr. B. Bath'

I'm so sorry we're late, we got ...delayed slightly. Here's Marco's permission slip...

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Name: Marco Bath
Sex: Male
Age: 7
Allergies: none. But he doesn't like dust, it makes him sneeze a bit.
Contact details: My number is 0773944533. His father is.... away. There is no need to contact him.

Notes: Marco is scared of being alone, as long as he has someone with him, he'll be alright though.

Signed:

*illegible squiggle*
Ms. B. Bath (PhD)

The ink has run quite a lot, but is still just about legible.

If that's alright, I'll just go say goodbye to my son,

Now. You're to behave yourself. But if anything goes wrong, I've given the camp director my number so I'll be back as soon as I can, ok? Ms. Bath bends down to hug her son, who immediately struggles to get free. He soon realises the futility of this and hangs limply in his mother's grasp.
And you promise to keep clean? And wear your hat? And if it gets really hot, you're to ask one of the other campers for some sun tan lotion...

Ok. Yes. Fine. I will.

I'll see you in two weeks. Be good! Ms. Bath walks back to the car and with a final wave drives off.

...k.

Marco shoulders his massive backpack and, overly large sun hat, blue t-shirt, walking boots and all, heads, somewhat ungainly towards Cabin Mafia.

He makes it about ten feet before falling over.

Uhmmm...little help?

Nychta · 03-14-2008, 05:07 PM

Easily bored, Nadia throws an afterthought duckie, then collapses next to Peter. "Comics?" She pokes one with her tail.

Pwenet · 03-14-2008, 05:11 PM

Pwenet steps out of his cabin, his back lacking the backpack that he had on originally. Looking around he starts walking around, eying those that had been at the camp before with suspicion underneath the cowl of his hood.

Zar Peter · 03-14-2008, 05:16 PM

Yes, I brought some of my collection. These Donald Duck comics are drawn by Don Rosa, the unofficial successor of Carl Barks. And of course some Asterix and Lucky Luke, masterpieces of french comic art. Wanna read some? And please be careful with them, some are first edition, nearly unaffordable nowadays.

Uncle Festy · 03-14-2008, 05:16 PM

Dan sees the new kid outside. "Hey 'Goof, wanna go give him a hand with his bag?" Not waiting for a response, Dan jogs outside to give Bath a hand.

Dr. Bath · 03-14-2008, 05:28 PM

After several failed attempts, Marco manages, with Dan's help to get up again.

Um....Thanks.

Marco starts on his way to Mafia cabin agian. This time taking a little more care.

My name is Marco Bath. Who're you? Marco stretches out a hand.

Uncle Festy · 03-14-2008, 05:31 PM

"Hey. I'm Dan, and I may or may not be a wizard in training."

PirateMonk · 03-14-2008, 05:31 PM

PirateMonk trudges to his cabin with a sigh.

Mordokai · 03-14-2008, 05:36 PM

"So... where is the rest of the brood of werewolves? I am kinda new here so I wouldn't know any of the names."

Dr. Bath · 03-14-2008, 06:04 PM

Hullo Dan. I hope you're not a wizard. I don't like wizards. They're cheats... Oooh! Where can I get one of those fedoras from?

Marco puts his backpack down just inside Mafia cabin.

Ranna · 03-14-2008, 06:08 PM

*A little girl exited the mafia cabin with an overlarge fedora balanced on her head dropping over her eyes, she staggers about unable to see clutching at her recorder and spots marco*

Hey, hey, Im in your cabin I think, I hope you dont leave your socks about. It does upset me! Have you met anybody else yet? and have you been here before? This is my first time at camp I hope the food is nice...

EmeraldRose · 03-14-2008, 06:21 PM

*Rose wanders back from a "walk" in the woods to find her cabin and bunkmates*

Hmm...Cabin Werewolf? And what's this? Little plastic fangs and fuzzy monster slippers? Well, at least the slippers will be warm...

*Rose makes a disgusted face at the rows of fangs, but picks up a pair of fuzzy slippers, and takes them with her other gear over to a bunk*

I wonder who else is in this cabin?

Mordokai · 03-14-2008, 06:41 PM

Getting to his acbin, Mordy sees unknown girl in there.

"Guess you're one of the wolves. I am too. The name is Mordy and I'll warn you right now, I'm not very socialisible person. That said, if you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask me for it. Now, I think it's high time for my afternoon nap. Oh yeah, I call the top bunk."

With that, Mordy jumps on the top bunk and soon snoring can be heard from it.

ZombieRockStar · 03-14-2008, 06:52 PM

A tiny little boy in black pants (apparently shorts, but they touch his feet anyway) and a read shirt wanders around, carrying along a stuffed tiger twice his size. He has no interest in any of the other kids, preferring instead to monologue to himself, bizarrely: "Spaceman Spiff lands among an alien culture with his sidekick, Astro Tiger! What strange and ugly creatures will he find here?"

Keris · 03-14-2008, 06:56 PM

Keris enters cabin Werewolf trepidly, his eyes moving back and forth between patches of shadow. Eying the false fangs warily, he moves to a bed in the corner and sits clutching his teddy bear silently.

EmeraldRose · 03-14-2008, 07:08 PM

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Originally Posted by Mordokai

Getting to his acbin, Mordy sees unknown girl in there.

"Guess you're one of the wolves. I am too. The name is Mordy and I'll warn you right now, I'm not very socialisible person. That said, if you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask me for it. Now, I think it's high time for my afternoon nap. Oh yeah, I call the top bunk."

With that, Mordy jumps on the top bunk and soon snoring can be heard from it.

*Rose glares at the little boy snoring away like a commoner*

She thinks, How dare he call me a wolf? Though I suppose he can be forgiven his grievous insult, as I'm not exactly in my true form at the moment...she looks around the cabin and sniffs disdainfully. Not that I'd fit in here anyway.

Vampiric · 03-14-2008, 07:19 PM

Kain reads his cabin name.

"Llama Llama Duck..."

He starts walking towards where Hippie said it was.

All that can be heard is:

"Here's a Llama
There's a Llama
And another little Llama
Fuzzy Llama
Funny Llama
Llama Llama
Duck

..." (etc.)

Once he reaches the Cabin, to find a rubber duck fight (which he participates in for a bit), anyone outside the cabin hears the sounds of rushed cartoon woodwork.

Anyone inside sees a new coffin sat upright in the corner of the cabin...

Knytemayr · 03-14-2008, 07:59 PM

*looks around* Okay, where is Kitty. He ran away, all I did was lick him. One little slip, cut off his tail and he rund away. *turns about in all directions* HERE KITTY KITTY!!!! *shambles off chewing on half a cow*

Jagg · 03-14-2008, 09:17 PM

JAGG wanders back to cabin Rebellion, and opens the cupboard he hadn't noticed before as a bunch of lightsabers fall out onto the floor. "Oh darn, for a second there I thought they were real. That woulda been cool. Hmm I wonder though...."

and he sits down mumbling to himself, strange things like. "Short light wavelengths, Ruby solid state.....HMM no need a gas laser, carbon dioxide for far infrared. Magnetic grapple for far mirror refraction effect. Start small with prototype use Helium neon.." he looks up at the neon light overhead.

Ominous sounds are heard from the cabin.

Ganurath · 03-14-2008, 09:45 PM

Ganurath smiles politely at PhantomFox, which makes it look like the half-orc wants to eat the otter alive if you've never seen an orky smile. "I'm Ganurath. I take it you're in the Pirate Cabin too?"

Mountain_Faerie · 03-14-2008, 10:10 PM

(It's 11:11! Make a wish!)

Day will be ending on Sunday Afternoon/Night, so have fun pointing!

PhantomFox · 03-14-2008, 11:01 PM

Sven fails to break stride in his cheerfulness and jumps up and slaps Garnurath on the back exuberantly in greeting.

"Heya! Yeah, I'm in Pirate cabin too! Name's Sven, nice to meetcha! 's nice to see so many people around here! Hey, have you seen this kid, Fenris Hybrid? I think I saw him check in, but haven't seen him since."

Nychta · 03-14-2008, 11:05 PM

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Originally Posted by Mountain_Faerie

(It's 11:11! Make a wish!)

Day will be ending on Sunday Afternoon/Night, so have fun pointing!

Okay. Here we encounter a slight problem. I'm a New Zealander; may I ask what time zone you're using, so as to set my clock? Otherwise, I'll probably end up being awfully out-of-synch. Thank you!