Campfire [OPEN] [June 7th, 8 p.m.]

[wrotethepamphlet]

Who: OPEN
When: 8 pm on Friday
Where: The campfire
What: Coach Oleander and the rest of the counselors formally welcome everyone to camp!
Warnings: TBA.



It's roughly about eight o'clock. The sun has finally begun to set on this long June day, and there is a steady fire going in what is commonly used as an auditorium for the camp. When you arrive you will see several of the camp counselors standing up on the small stage, waiting patiently for everyone to arrive and take a seat. After a quick attendance is taken one of the counselors steps forward.

He's an odd looking fellow, several feet shorter than the others and dressed in some combination of a boyscout and a drill sergeant. His face is scarred and it looks like one of his eyes is blind. He gives the appearance of a worn battle hero. He gives the entire camp a stern once over before he coughs, stands straight, and slaps his crop against the projection of the human brain behind him.

If you've been to camp before, you know what's about to happen. It's the same speech that Coach Oleander makes every single year. It seems that no matter what, he makes it every year without fail, with the same amount of gusto as the last.

"The human mind. Six hundred miles of synaptic fiber, five and a half ounces of cranial fluid, fifteen-hundred grams of complex neuromatter. A three pound pile of dreams.

"But I'll tell you what it really is! It is the ultimate battlefield and the ultimate weapon. The wars of this modern age, the psychic age, are fought somewhere between these damp, curvacious, undulations.

"From this day forward, you are all psychic soldiers. Paranormal paratroopers! Mental Marines who are about to ship out on the adventure of their lives!"

Once again, he slaps the crop against the projection, voice raising in volume. "This is our beach head!"

Thereafter, he brings the crop to his own head. "And this? Is our landing craft. You shall engage the enemy in his own mentality. You shall chase his dreams, you shall fight his demons, and you shall live his nightmares.

"And those of you who fight well, you will find yourselves on the path to becoming international secret agents! In other words, Psychonauts!"

Oleander pauses here, to glance to his colleagues, all Psychonauts in their own rights. He snaps his attention back to the rest of camp.

"The rest of you? Will die!"

There's a deep sigh from behind Oleander. Agent Sasha Nein pinches the bridge of his nose. "Mory..."

"Just so you know, we're legally obligated to tell you that no one has ever died at camp!" Razputin Aquato, one of the two teenaged agents on the stage, provides cheerfully with a big grin. He stoops down and retrieves something from a box, holding it up--it's a bag of marshmallows. "Who wants some s'mores?"

"Razputin." Sasha shakes his head and turns to address the camp. "Moving along. We, as the counselors of Whispering Rock, would like to welcome you all back this summer. You will note that a few of our counselors are missing right now, due to important Psychonaut work, and will return when they are free of obligation.

"I would like to reiterate that camp activities will begin on the ninth, and until then you all may use this opportunity to get acquainted with the grounds. We have a little time before lights out, so you may use this chance to speak with a number of the counselors or filling in junior counselors questions."

[OOC: This is a small mingle log! Its purpose is for it to be used as an open forum to counselors about any questions or concerns. For all the missing badges, we'd like to ask that you guys keep it sort of vague until we get people to fill those spots. Until then, any of the Jr Counselors for the badge may pop in and help out. That's entirely up to you guys.

Counselors/Jr Counselors are free to make their own threads and Campers are welcome to just ask questions in separate threads, where anyone could try to answer.]

Comments

Martin Durant - Confusion

[bigfatgreekfuneral]

Once it seems safe to step forward - that is, after a few seconds of none of the others continuing - the oldest of your usual counselors present does so, asking for pardon just in case with a couple of gentle side-glances, nods, and an "If I may..."

He beams around the campfire, and rests both hands on the handle of his cane in front of him. "A good night, everyone, and welcome," he says. "For those of us I haven't had the pleasure of properly meeting yet, my name is Martin - Martin Durant - and I'll be teaching confusion here this summer. You should usually be able to see me for anything at my lab, on the cliff by the lake -- just ring the bell! But if you have any questions for me, or if you'd like to discuss anything with me at all while we're all here tonight, by all means..."

JUNIOR COUNSELOR AHOY

[norisknoglory]

Hope Martin didn't mind Randall hoping onto the stage next to him, careful not to knock into anybody, but carrying a stick with a marshmallow at the end. Which, he sort of held behind his back to look more official as he spoke, but it's not like he was really trying to hide it at all

"And my name's Randall Ascot! I'll be Mr. Durant's assistant this summer! I'll be around if any of you assistance as well."

Just ignore the fact that Randall spent the whole morning and afternoon checking up on the lake instead of checking in with his Counselor. Ahem.

N (Natural Harmonia Gropius) | Telekinesis

[unfortunatename]

I'm N. I will be your Telekinesis counsellor... I'm sure you've all seen or heard of the animals that live around here. My lab is in the woods, but I would appreciate it if my friends would go unmolested on your way there.

In the meantime, if you have any questions for me...

[He spreads his hands in a grand gesture that is probably meant to be welcoming.

N awaits your questions with a smile.]

[thekinged]

Unmolested.

[ Sorry, N. That's the only part that Marshall got out of that, really, and he's squinting a bit at him. ]

Francis York Morgan | Precognition

[callmeyork]

[Off to one side sits York, who seems content to wait for a bit with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, blowing smoke directly upwards into the night air.]

Hello, everybody. I'm FBI Spe- er. Former FBI Special Agent Francis York Morgan. Please, call me York. That's what everyone calls me. I'll be serving as your Precognition Counselor for this year, and hopefully subsequent years. Also, while this may be my first year as a counselor, this is not my first year at Whispering Rock, so don't assume I don't know everything.

My lab is located close to the edge of the forest... I find a remote location like that is very conducive to good focus, and thus, clear images when practicing Precognition. If you need to see me personally, you can find me in my cabin.

[Inhale... exhale.] That's about it. Any questions?

[sawthemud]

I have one. What exactly is an agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigations doing here? This is a bit outside your usual area, isn't it?

[norisknoglory]

Do you know what's for lunch next month?

[Precognition jokes were always pertinent.]

[brokethecycle]

[Norman didn't think about it at first, but given the entire idea that precognition was taught at this camp made Norman realize that he might have had a few brushes with it.]

[He's obviously pretty hesitant and nervous approaching York, but he doesn't back down or chicken out.]

Hi, um, Agent York. I actually have one if you don't mind.

Sanderson Mansnoozie | Telepathy

[mansnoozie]

[ Sandy smiled at all the campers, young and old, and gave a slight bow. He couldn't really introduce himself on this wide of a scale, but one and one questions he would probably be fine. If things got too complicated, maybe he'd ask Tooth to translate. ]

+1 junior counselor

[dentistry]

[ With Sandy, of course, is (currently) his only junior counselor, Tooth. She's standing politely next to him, hands folded in front of her until after Sandy bows. Once he straightens, she brings a hand up and gives a little wave, offering a beaming smile to everyone. ]

Agent Sanderson Mansnoozie and junior counselor Tatiana Tooth, reporting for telepathy. If you have any questions, please feel free to come and ask either of us!

[ She's got you, boss. ]

Razputin Aquato - Pyrokinesis

[gogglicious]

[ Raz just shrugs at Sasha as he's not-quite-scolded, opening up the bag of marshmallows absently while others introduce themselves or situate around the large campfire. It's bigger than it was back when he was ten and he first dropped in on the camp unannounced, and it makes his smile widen even more.

It's then that he stabs a marshmallow onto a roasting stick, and narrows his eyes briefly at the puff of sugar.

It sets alight, and he casually goes about slapping it onto some chocolate and a graham cracker. While it's still on fire. ]

I mean, you can ask me stuff about Pyrokinesis lessons, too, if you want. [ He blows out the flame, and tops off the s'more. ]

[humanhero]

[Hope you don't mind Raz, but Finn is going to sidle through the crowd until he can make his way over to you, trying his best not to make it obvious that he's eyeing the s'more he's constructing.

He smiles slightly, tilting his head before speaking up.]

Your name is Razputin, right? That's pretty cool. ...you got enough marshmallows there for me to roast one?

[Interesting name if he ever heard one, really. But he's just making sure.]

[bonni]

Oh snap, marshmallows!

[ . . . . . . Yup. ]

[nymeriarya]

[There's a little girl sneaking up behind Raz to steal a marshmallow away. She might be able to get away with it, as she tries her hardest not to rustle the bag too much.

Her much larger wolf-friend, on the other hand, is an entirely different story.]

drowns you in sisitags

[mediary]

[don't mind Stiles, he's just gonna swipe one of your marshmallows for one of his towering monstrosities.] So what's the policy on students falling to their deaths trying to get to your classes. Is there an insurance policy for that or can I just haunt you forever?

Lili Zanotto - Clairvoyance

[psychiclilies]

[Lili just gives a small sigh and rolls her eyes, placing a hand on her hip. Typical Raz really, she shouldn't be too surprised. Without much of a word, she stepped down from the stage, taking a seat on one of the logs and stretching her legs out in front of her, crossing them at the ankle. In a way it was strange seeing so many people and counselors around the campfire, but that was just because she was used to smaller crowds at the start of camp.]

My name is Lili Zanotto, and I'll be teaching you Clairvoyance. One thing you should know and understand right now is that I don't tolerate idiots or clowns in my class. I can and will boot you out of my mind if I see you aren't making any progress.

[She gives a small shrug. So she was a little ruthless. As long as they made good and got their Clairvoyance badges, it wasn't really her concern.]

You're welcome to come back and try again, of course. You wouldn't be the first.

[norisknoglory]

[Oh boy. It was gonna be another great year of Clairvoyance lessons. Maybe he'll finally get that badge soon...

Nevertheless, Randall looked at Lili from another log nearby with a typical grin. No point in being so pessimistic.]

Come on, Lili, you don't have to be so uptight today of all days. It's the first day of the summer! Have a little fun!

stiles stilinski | junior, mediumship

[mediary]

[The noticeably absent spot for mediumship is currently being filled by Stiles, who's making an obnoxiously large s'more with probably five or six marshmallows. He swings off the stage and plunks himself down on his favorite log, sticking it in the fire. (Although noticeably far away from it.)]

So, seeing as how my boss is currently M-I-A [He extends each letter, drawling a little], if you want to get your Sixth Sense, ~I See Dead People~ on, you can come talk to me.

[norisknoglory]

You're in charge of Mediumship right now?

[Randall was just gonna plop down next to Stiles, with his own marshmallow on a stick, though it was thankfully only one because geez even he can have some decorum!]

And who's bright idea was that? [He gives a chuckle, and his tone is strictly teasing, thankfully.]

[nymeriarya]

[Of course Arya's going to wander up to him. She's got a smudge of chocolate on the side of her mouth that's probably not going to be the only stain by the end of the night.]

You're using too many marshmallows.

this is a place holder til tomorrow cause sleep

[brokethecycle]

[Norman had wanted to come and find who was in charge of mediumship. He didn't know what to expect for it as far as teaching it went. He already saw ghosts really well so, what else was there?]

Um. I guess that's why I got sent here. The whole "I see dead people" thing, I mean.

[nomorebedtimestories]

[Aggie approaches Stiles a little more closely, sitting somewhat near him.]

Um, I... I can speak to the dead too...

[He might be a medium like her, and a lot more experienced one at that to be a junior counselor, but she still can't help being a bit nervous.]

[pooka]

[Though he still looks quite tired, Bunny stands near the fire and waits. Standing will keep him from getting too tired, and well, sugar always helps. He munches on a chocolate-less s'more as he waits for questions, tapping one foot absently.]

OH- 'ey there. Name's Edwin Bunnymund, but you can call me Bunny. I'm Junior Counsellor for marksmanship an' if you're lookin' for the counsellor, th' man in the black jacket there-- [have a nice guiding point.] --is Agent Sasha Nein.

[twilightsoldier]

[Trowa has forgone the s'mores in favour of making a beeline for Bunnymund, approaching the Junior Counsellor more or less from the shadows behind him. In fairness, it's more out of practicality than anything else--the bonfire became crowded with marshmallow-roasters pretty quickly; skirting around the back is a lot easier.

Also significantly less likely to result in some horribly disfiguring disaster starring flaming sweets on sticks.]

You can help campers master Marksmanship, right?

[goodboybestshot]

[Jake is generally helping out where he can. He's not a Jr. Counselor but he's still excellent at marksmanship and if anything, good at carrying stuff around. However, this particular campfire meeting is going to be a tad different.]

[He got in from Seychelles early in the morning, which was a good 17 hours worth of flying and a timezone swap of about 12 hours. He napped earlier, explaining his off the wall cheeriness. Its caught up with him finally.

[If anyone was paying attention, you can see the moment when his brain finally shuts down. He's sitting pleasantly on a log with his chin in the palm of his hand. Then he just rocks back and falls straight off.]

[The fall didn't seem to wake him. In fact he's kind of snoring.]

[thekinged]

[ Unsurprised to see his cabinmate conked the hell out, Marshall nudges an elbow at Jack before jerking his head in a quick nod over towards the felled sasquatch. ]

Tsuruya | Junior, Levitation

[life_is_megas_wonderful]

*Tsuruya is fidgeting. She's happy and all that she gets to be up here with the rest of the counselors and junior counselors... but where's Milla? It's weird to see Sasha here without her, and she knows it. She hadn't heard she was gonna be late... oh, uh, are people paying attention to her? Eh heh.*

Heya everybody! I'm Tsuruya! I'm gonna be one of the junior counselors for Levitation this year! Ms. Vodello is gonna be joining us soon enough, but I can totally forward any questions anybody has to her if I can'ts answer them myself! So feel free to ask me anything!