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

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.]

[gogglicious]

[ The more the merrier, as they say. Raz drops down smoothly to sit on the edge of the stage, pulling the box of s'mores making supplies that he stole from the lodge closer to him while he squishes the one he's made into a nice, goopy mess to pop into his mouth as Finn comes over.

He waits until he's finished his melted mouthful before he replies, knowing not everybody appreciates a good see-food. ]

Agent Razputin Aquato, at your service. You can just call me Raz, though. [ He pulls out a couple bags, wiggling them a bit. ] Original or flavored?

[humanhero]

Ok nice to meet ya Raz! I'm Finn! Uuh- just original is good.

[To be honest, it's been a long time since he's had s'mores. His family could only afford treats like that on occassion, and having them so readily available here is amazing to the boy. Carefully he pulls himself up onto the stage as well so he can sit next to Raz.]

[gogglicious]

You, too, Finn.

[ Retrieving the stick he used to impromptu roast his marshmallow, he jabs a new puff onto the end and offers it to the other boy. He's more than happy to share his stolen wealth with the camp, especially since he knows Cruller won't mind him doing it. ]

So you're new to camp, right? You got any plans for what you wanna do this summer?

[humanhero]

[Finn takes the stick with a smile before turning to hold it over the fire.]

Sure am! I've never really been to a camp before, so I dunno what I wanna do first! ...So far I've been just- ..explorin', an' makin' new friends.

[gogglicious]

[ Raz gets another stick for himself, jamming a strawberry flavored marshmallow onto it this time before he actually holds it out over the flame instead of igniting it himself. ]

Good way to start camp. There's plenty'a places to explore around here, too-- did you know there's a scavenger hunt? [ He grins. ] Perfect excuse to stick your nose in places.

[humanhero]

...A-...scavenger hunt?

[Oooh you've got Finn's attention now. Wincing, he pulls his marshmellow from the fire quickly before it burns to a crisp, since he wasn't paying attention to it.]

When? I- ..that sounds radical!

[bonni]

Oh snap, marshmallows!

[ . . . . . . Yup. ]

[gogglicious]

[ Snorts.

Raz retrieves the multiple bags of marshmallows, settling casually on the edge of the stage and holding them in his lap. He reaches and gets a roasting stick. ]

Want some, princess?

[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.]

[gogglicious]

[ If not for Nymeria, Arya would get away without Raz noticing her. However, the wolf is noisier than the girl, and he winds up turning to squint down at the source of the noise, melting s'more in his gloved fingers and halfway to his mouth. ]

Well well, look who we have here.

[nymeriarya]

[Arya gives a very rare type of glare, the kind reserved for 'bad dog' actions, to Nymeria. Great. They were caught red handed.

She had to think of something quick...She grabbed a roasting stick, and held it up for Raz to see.]

I was just here to get a stick for Nymeria to fetch.

[gogglicious]

Ah huh.

[ Raz doesn't believe it for a second, but rather than call her on it he calmly plucks a marshmallow from the bag in his hands and jabs it onto the end of the roasting stick. ]

[nymeriarya]

[This probably isn't the first time Arya's been caught by Raz trying to nick a marshmallow, judging by her reaction. She looks down at the ground, then back up at her marshmallow, then down at the ground again.

She makes her way over to the fire, roasts the marshmallow, and hold it out to Raz as a peace offering, smiling sheepishly.]

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?

woman I am still catching up.

[gogglicious]

[ Stiles, swear to god you are a human garbage disposal. And have less eating etiquette than the boy raised in the circus. ] You're stuck haunting me forever if you're dumb enough to fall, Stilinski.

you will never catch up

[mediary]

I never got my tiny psychic acrobat training. [That's said dryly, and he promptly opens his mouth way wider than he really should be able to and shoves the whole thing in his mouth.

Perrrfection.] Not all of us have that kind of hand-eye coordination, man. Every time I come up there, I feel like I'm about to go [He makes a long, descending whistle and a mimicked explosion noise. Complete with hand motions.]

gdit

[gogglicious]

[ Not even bothering to stick another marshmallow onto the roasting stick, Raz instead lights it aflame in between thumb and forefinger with a glance before setting it atop a piece of chocolate. Taking out a strawberry marshmallow, he sets that on top of the flaming confectionery, letting them melt one another. ]

Hey, you've got levitation. You're not gonna fall to a pitiful and horrific death, y'know. [ Adding some more chocolate, he mushes everything together between graham crackers. ] But lucky you, since I'm an actual counselor this year it means I get to officially make extra curricular club stuff. I'm thinking about teaching some acrobatics to make camp easier.

♥

[mediary]

Show off. [Stiles will be putting his marshmallows for his next s'more in the fire like a normal person, thank you very much. Pyrokinetics.

Chomping on the last of his s'more from before, he speaks with his mouth full, rolling his head to level Raz with one of his famous Looks. He learned them from his dad.] Yeah, because teaching me acrobatics is going to end well for everyone involved. Do you want me to be your problem student in two things? I've got all the grace of a very elegant platypus.