Keep it all going [CLOSED]

[brokethecycle]

Who: Norman and Courtney Babcock
When: A little later in the day.
Where: The Lodge
What: The Babcock siblings catch up after splitting off when they arrived at camp.
Warnings: So much sass.

The day had certainly been an overwhelming one. He didn't know what he was expecting when he got here, but so far it had been more than he could hope for. Okay, so what Dio told him earlier was still kind of worrying, but he was trying not to think about that. For all he knew, he was just trying to prank him for being new.

Either way, after talking to the first person he'd ever met that could talk to the dead besides him, he was in pretty high spirits (Pun intentional). He wandered into the lodge and sat down at one of the tables to munch on a sandwich, kicking his feet idly as he ate.

Maybe this would shape up to be a pretty good summer, after all.

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[butimacheerleader]

Everything in this place was a major downer. The cabins, the facilities and the people. So far she'd managed to stay inside her cabin; despite the people that would come in and out of it. At least she knew that she was going to push for a singles room once college rolled around.

Especially since she'd become unfortunately aware of the whispers of thoughts in the back of her head that were not hers. But, she would regret to admit, she could only spend so much time staring at wooden walls before her sanity started to suffer. So she was making her way to the Lodge for food and maybe something normal.

Like TV. TV sounded mindless and wonderful right now.

Of course...the second she walks in she spots her little brother. A rather glaring reminder that this place was weird and things were only going to get worse. "Great."

[brokethecycle]

Norman had been content to just eat his sandwich and space out over all the cool things that would happen at camp, but of course his moment was shattered at an irritatingly familiar sound of indignation.

He hadn't seen her since the bus. Which, was intentional, believe him. He wasn't about to let Courtney's sour mood dampen his excitement. Though, with both of them stuck at camp, it would only be so long before they could avoid each other.

He glanced back at her and swallowed, rolling his eyes. "I'm so sorry for breathing your air."

[butimacheerleader]

Well that interrupts her mental grumblings; she just looks over at him and folds her arms. Norman was probably having the time of his life. Which maybe, if she wasn't so focused on her own dark clouds, she'd be glad about. Right now though his relaxed mood somehow emphasized the oddness she'd been dragged into.

"Better then the air around...around...Norman there are outhouses here. That we have to actually use."

[brokethecycle]

He could tell that Courtney was more than a little frazzled about the whole thing. Maybe he'd be more willing to be sympathetic after a few days of letting her stew in the weirdness. It was only fair to have the tables turned once in a while.

"Oh. Really? You would think that maybe a government funded summer camp would have running water." Though, despite how hideous the idea of outhouses were to Courtney, Norman didn't seem terribly bothered.

[butimacheerleader]

"Yes! Exactly!" That is probably what needs to happen. Denial is a horrible thing, especially when it's so hard to stay in denial. She just sort of...sighs and deflates a little.

"Would it like, kill the budget to just get one bathroom?" Then again...with a bunch of psychic weirdness happening everywhere...who knows what pipes would do. Random floods? Rust showers?

[brokethecycle]

Norman shrugs a little and takes another bite of his sandwich.

"I dunno. Sounds like maybe its a test. How can we train to fight psychic terrorism if we can't handle an outhouse."

[butimacheerleader]

"That's just for people who actually want to do that weird psycho-terror stuff." She just wanted to date Mitch, so were her goals for the summer. Hell, for the whole next school year if plans back fired on her thanks to Camp Wannahurl.

[brokethecycle]

It wasn't gonna be camp that spoiled those plans, Courtney. Norman picks at his sandwich thoughtfully before he takes the other half and offers it to her. Olive branch for now.

"It might not be that bad, you know."

[butimacheerleader]

Shush. It's the camps fault. Her arms are still folded but she eyes the sandwich for a moment before sighing and taking it. Not carefully, but she doesn't snatch it from his hand either.

"That bad?" She rolls her eyes a little, moving from completely pissed to annoyed, "Do I really have to mention the outhouse again, cause I totally will."

[brokethecycle]

Norman looked pleased enough that she took the sandwich. He opted to not look at her while he spoke and rather started to pull the lettuce out from his sandwich and chew on it separately. Your brother is weird, ghosts or not, Courtney.

"I mean apart from that. I know how appalled you are by weird stuff but it might actually be fun? We are like three-thousand miles away from mom and dad and anyone you might ever see at school."

[butimacheerleader]

Courtney just nibbles at the sandwich, pulling a slight face at the lettuce thing. At least it's a normal weird...she scoffs a little and leans her elbow on the table.

"You have like no idea how fast gossip can travel, do you." The rumors would start, probably already had, about her and Norman being out of town. Speculation would start and by the time September rolled back around everyone would have an opinion or 'i heard' story.

"Why are you eating empty carbs?" Yeah, she can't ignore the lettuce thing. She's not touching the lettuce in her sandwich, thank you very much.

[brokethecycle]

Norman shrugs a bit to her question. "Not really. I've never really cared about gossip. People talk about me no matter what I do, so whatever." There was a certain point of no return for him, and once he reached that he really didn't care anymore. People were going to treat him like a freak regardless of what he did, why not just embrace it?

"But it would be pretty easy to make up a story about camp. You can tell them we went to visit family or something. What I'm trying to say is, it might be fun to be in a place away from Blithe Hollow because no one back home is there to judge us." Like Mom or Dad. Specifically Dad.

He popped another piece of lettuce in his mouth and shrugged again. "It's crunchy. I like it."

[butimacheerleader]

Okay, that was true enough. Even at her school things were whispered about Norman. Courtney would brush them off expertly though and turn it away from her. High school was hard and no one understood being part of the in crowd. Least of all Norman.

"No one judges me. Well, no one important anyways." She was a daddy's girl so that wasn't an issue, "Maybe. We've got to have weird cousins or something that aren't from Blithe. Somewhere." She put the sandwich down, making a face at the crunch and just shaking her head.

"Longest summer ever. I can't believe I'm saying this but, ugh, August can't get here soon enough."

[brokethecycle]

Courtney was just as bullheadedly stubborn as he was. It was a Babcock trait. He rolled his eyes a little.

"Your loss. Maybe if you get your telepathy under control enough, you can convince mom and dad not to send you back."

[butimacheerleader]

Which could be a good thing? Sometimes? Though when he mentions that she visibly brightens up. She turns to look directly at him.

"Norman! That's brilliant! If I don't have to worry about accidentally getting like mind scarred or something, I might be able to go home!"

[brokethecycle]

Oh wow, was that actually a compliment? Norman blinks at her in obvious surprise. He's not used to hearing anything remotely positive from Courtney directed at him.

"I- well, yeah, sure. If you get your telepathy badge, maybe that will be enough?"

[butimacheerleader]

"I am getting out of this place before you know it." Oh! She might get home in time to actually go to the camp she likes being in. This place is just doing too many weird things to her; she's desperate and Norman is more adept at the whole...power thing then she'll ever be.