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Behold and watch in awe

Who: All Psychonauts, Counselors, and Jr. Counselors!
When: Just before curfew on the 9th
Where: Ford's Sanctuary
What: Something wicked this way comes
Warnings: TBH

As camp calms down for the night, all the campers (hopefully) in their cabins, all counselors, junior counselors, and visiting Psychonauts will receive a message. Report to the Sanctuary A.S.A.P. It's simple, but even newcomers who haven't truly met Ford Cruller in his right mind will be able to detect the sense of urgency. It doesn't matter how you get to the heart of Whispering Rock, simply that you get there. If it's your first time coming down to the Sanctuary, there are numerous others who have been down below enough times that will show you the way.

Upon arrival to the luminous lair, holograms whirling around the central stage full of information, there's no immediate sight of the Noble Psychomaster and head counselor. Not yet, anyways. For the meantime, you will be left to gather so that no one misses the information that Cruller has gathered you here tonight for.

(What it says on the tin! Feel free to mingle with one another below--even try to guess what you might've been summoned down here for--before Ford steps in to begin the meeting.)

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[Ford is waiting for everyone to arrive, feel free to chat while you all wait.]

Tsuruya's still oddly on edge. The no-show of her boss for this year at the campfire meet and greet was pretty unsettling, and now everybody's getting summoned for something by the head honcho himself. Not that she's really personally met him, but she has her suspicions on who it might be.

You don't get one guy who's the entire staff without being a bit suspicious.

Still, she's trying not to show it. She nudges her nearest companion. "Megas neat place, isn't it? All high tech and stuff!"

Her nearest companion happens to have hair just about set to match hers, although it's significantly less neatly kept. He's also incredibly distracted--he answers reflexively without acknowledging she's even there.

"It's been here since I was a camper, apparently." N is admiring the technology, eyes taking in as much of it as he can--actually, with Ford not here, it occurs to him that this might be his chance to really look at it.

Hmmmm.

Then he stops, pausing to actually look at Tsuruya.

"You're... ah, a junior counsellor, right?"

She nods enthusiastically. "Yep! That's me! Just made one this year! Haven't ever been allowed down here, though I used to hear megas lots of rumors about a secret base at the camp!" She looks around. "Just goes to show, some rumors are truer than others!"

N looks briefly perplexed, then a lopsided smile worms its way up his face.

"It's always great when you finally see the truth, isn't it?" He glances back over the collected machinery, eyes reflecting a hunger for the technology behind them.

"I wonder..."

He takes a step forward--then another. And another. He's headed towards the nearest console, intending to at least get a quick look at it from up close.

"Oh yeah! I mean, it's one thing to have niggling suspicions, but it's still kinda nice to see it for yourself." Tsuruya's never really been one to snoop too much into things, but she has to admit that much.

Speaking of snooping. "Hey, whatchya looking at?" she asks.

"Everything."

N bends down into a crouch, one hand resting on the console while he peers at the screens studiously. He squints just a bit, as though trying to figure it out.

This really is an impressive piece of work, from what little he can tell--unfortunately, he knows that the only way to really learn what's going on inside is to open it up, and even he's not curious enough risk that.

Or rather, he is, but he has just enough sense not to. A pity.

He turns to look at Tsuruya again, wearing his inquisitiveness on his face. "Do you like machines?"

"That's a lot to look at!" She watches him, though. He seems to be pretty fascinated by all the machinery. Not that it's all pretty fascinating, but he seems really taken by it. Maybe he's a wannabe inventor himself!

She nods. "Yeah! They're pretty neat! I don't really tinker with them much myself though."

Komui lays his hand on her shoulder at that nudge and smiles down gently. His big-brotherly instincts had lead him to gravitate towards the young girl, sensing her unease.

"It's even more inspiring than those notes of mine, isn't it?" His response is far more sober than any he'd given at their last meeting. "If you're curious about anything I can tell you about it before the meeting starts.

"Eh? Oh! Well, it's all pretty neat, I gotta say!" She nods, then looks around. "Though actually, I was kinda wondering about something not so sciency, to be honest." She scratches her head sheepishly.

"Oh?" He's curious. "And what's that?"

Though he's occasionally glancing around the room to see if the proceedings are starting, he's paying attention to her.

She frowns. "Well, I've been wondering where Miss Vodello is! I mean, I know she's a busy woman, but she hasn't missed a camp yet as far as I remember!" She shuffles her feet a bit. "But I guess it's not really my place to know one way or the other, right?"

He frowns and looks around the room once more.

"I haven't heard anything since I was told she was on the rota to come back to teach this year. Of course, she might just be delayed at an airport. I'm sure we'll hear soon."

Edited 2013-02-16 03:49 (UTC)

"Gee, I hope so. I was really looking forward to working with her this year." Nyoron. "I'm sure she's all right, though! She's gotta be!"

[While this might be York's first time down into the Sanctuary, he doesn't seem to be too surprised about what he sees upon arrival. Thankfully, he butted out his last smoke topside so there's no hazard of that while he's underground.]

Zach, would you look at this? This place would be right at home in any Bond movie. ... ok, almost any, if you don't count some of the newer ones.

Edited (also what is html) 2013-02-13 21:22 (UTC)

[Komui walks up to York and speaks quietly]

Does your friend have any clue why we've been called here?

[Lili stood off to the side, arms crossed over her chest. Whatever it was, it had to be important enough for Cruller to call everyone down here. The teenage Psychonaut rocked back and forth on the heel and toe of her boots, watching the small crowd trickle in.]

[ Normally, Sandy gave off an air of acceptance and kindness; he was easy to approach and talk to (even if his responses weren't the kind you could hear). Today, however, he was subdued. A frown was drawn across his lips and his brow was furrowed in thought. Standing a little off from the crowd, Sandy was deep in thought. There were lots of reasons a meeting like this could be called; none of them good. Gut instinct told him that very bad things were about to happen and his experience backed it up. Something bad was coming- to quote an old friend, he could feel it in his belly. ]

[Bunny stays off to Sandy's side, nose twitching as he lazily sucks on a piece of chocolate (as if that would somehow make it taste better or make him feel less off about the whole thing). With a sigh he looks Sandy's way, not bothering to speak. Rather, as he's been instructed to since he's working on the badge, he attempts a bit of telepathy Sandy's way.

He projects a hazy but colourful image of those assembled to his counsellor, the palette tainted green with uncertainty. And then the image of Sanderson, still hazy but dyed in the usual gold palette that Bunny always saw him in his head, moving his hands as if explaining. Did Sandy know anything?]

[ Hm! Was this how Bunny saw the world? Perhaps, perhaps, but now was not the time to go on an indepth study on viewing the world through others eyes (besides, that was clairvoyance and it wasn't exactly Sandy's specialty). It was nice that Bunny was trying to communicate with him though, in this way. It showed he was intent on improving.

Sandy raised his hand to his chin, signing to Bunny- all his fingers were curled into his palm except his pinky and thumb which extended their full length. His knuckles tapped his chin as the two visible fingers framed his face. His expression was serious. Wrong. He projected a picture of a question mark. But what, I cannot say. ]

[Bunny's world was made of colour-- it should come as no surprise in the way he paints. He would love to communicate this to Sandy, to show him how he sees-- but now is not the time, and both of them are aware.

Frowning, Bunny can't help but look a little disappointed. He wants to know what's going on- and a flash of trouble in his precognitive episode has him concerned. Of course, Sanderson can't know everything.

He signs the next bit of communication hesitantly, as he tries to remember correctly. Guess... wait... see. They'd have to hold out a little longer to figure it out...]

[You will find Stiles snooping around the lab because it's not every day you get invited to anyone's Secret Lair, especially Cruller's secret lair. This place legit is a Lair and it looks like something out of a Batman movie, which means he is pretty much ignoring the unspoken "don't touch anything" rule and hovering around the holograms, trying to absorb literally as much information as he possibly can in the time that he's waiting for the Noble Psychomaster to arrive. ~~/nosy~~]

Careful not to touch anything... you never know if Cruller decided to put a "self destruct" button somewhere just in case.

[Hey, guess who noticed you snooping, Stiles?]

[JUMPS HALF A FOOT JFC.]

Oh-- my God, dude, don't sneak up on me like that.

[But he drops his hands from where they'd been touching, squinting at the hologram instead.] I'm not touching anything, I'm just, y'know. Examining.

[Hey, easy way to learn levitation!]

Sorry, sorry. Didn't realise you were so engrossed. Just be cautious, I'm sure he's got tricks up his sleeves even when he's not around.

You're Stilinski, right? The Mediumship junior? [York finally caught up on his roster notes, looks like.]

[how do you think he got his badge in the first place]

Yeah, no kidding, this thing's rigged up tighter than Fort Knox. Maybe if Danny was here, he could hack into it, but...[Danny was a normal person, no psychic powers--a friend from back home. To be honest, if you really gave Stiles enough time, he could figure it out himself. He tears his attention away from where he was memorizing something on one of the holograms, lifting his head up in a sup motion.] "Stilinski"'s my dad, you can just call me Stiles.

[Hard work and gumption?]

Fair enough. I'm... [Hold on, he has to think about this.] Precognition Counselor Francis York Morgan. Please, call me York. That's what everyone calls me.

Maybe Danny could, maybe not. Can't say I'd know what to do with the information inside, though.

[.........something like that.

Stiles offers his hand forward to shake.] 's nice to meet you, York. Not a first name guy, huh. [Not that he can really talk.] Are you new around here? I haven't seen you before.

[The grin on his face turns a little mischievous.] Dude, the question is what couldn't you do with it. Besides, you never know when it might come in handy.

[York shakes back, firmly but not in an imposing way.] It's just the way I've grown up introducing myself. Old habits die hard and all.

I am new in a way... this is my first year as a counselor, but I used to be a camper about 20 years ago or so. Always interesting to see what life is like from the other side.

That's true enough. Information is always helpful, especially for investigations. You just need to know who else wants that information and how far they're willing to go to get it.

It was Randall's first....official time in the sanctuary. He'd been able to sneak in once before without permission-- but only once! We swear! And he'd hardly had a good chance to look around before he had been chased out. So it was an easy task making his way when he was actually allowed to be here, and he can finally get a good look.

And of course, how should he react besides complete and utter awe to the sight before him. "Amazing...!"

So, until the meeting begins, he was spending his time zipping around to look at all of the whirling holograms, trying to read all of the information they offered as they flew around. Of course, he understood there was some serious business happening, but it's not like being nervous or downcast would do any good!

[Friendly Komui's given way to Agent Lee, who's a rather more alert and serious-faced man. He walks around the Sanctuary, looking over the machines with half an eye while he waits for the proceedings to start, occasionally pausing to have a quiet word with one person or another.]

[Apacci's pacing around. Something just isn't right, and she's not the only one that's picked up on it. Of course, in a room full of psychics, that's not surprising.

She's trying not to let the tension get to her, but right now the only way she's able to deal with it is by walking around. She wants answers, dammit.

Apacci pauses by Komui after a moment.]

Any clue what this is about?

[Komui looks down at the girl and shakes his head tersely]

Not a complete disaster, otherwise we wouldn't be wasting time gathering, but it's probably something we need to be aware of to protect our younger charges.

Right.

[Though Apacci's mouthy with her peers and wasn't the most likely candidate for Jr. Counselor, she's actually pretty responsible about her duties and shows some respect to authority figures. There is absolutely no one she respects more than Milla Vodello and her own adoptive mother Agent Harribel, though.]

No one's hurting any psychic kids on my watch while I'm breathing and conscious.

[Komui rests his hand on her shoulder]

Anyone who tries will be in for a nasty shock. We've gathered up a particularly talented group here this year.

...hopefully no one does. I'll blast 'em, set 'em on fire, even punch, kick and bite if I have to, but it'd be better if there weren't assholes out there who think it's okay to hurt kids in the first place.

[She was rescued from an encounter with one such person as a child and while Apacci could never be called maternal, she's pretty diligent about things that threaten the younger campers' safety.]

[After a moment Komui squeezes her shoulder gently. He understands those feelings all too well, having had his sister kidnapped for her psychic abilities as a child]

It's not all right at all. However, try to leave the heavy maiming to the adults to have government licences to use maximum force.

[He's worried that enthusiasm might lead to her to take more risks than she might be able to handle]

Finally, Cruller emerges from the depths of his lair, looking grim as he approaches the gathered members of his staff and guests. Even the juniors have to hear about this, as some of them are acting in the capacity of counselor until someone can be sent in from headquarters. Scanning his eyes all across their faces, he clears his throat loudly to get their attention on him.

Arms folded behind his back, he walks amongst them.

"As you know, multiple members of our staff have either resigned to focus full-time on missions and research, or have been away on extended missions." He casts a glance to an actually ruffled looking Sasha Nein over his shoulder, then back to his audience. "As of right now, all junior counselors without a full-fledged agent acting as their superiors are in charge of lessons. If there is more than one of you, I'd like ya to collaborate with each other. You can't give badges, but you can work on teachin' kids 'bout your specialties. I trust y'all to figure out the best way to go about it. If any counselors or agents wanna help 'em, act as mentors until their bosses come in."

Taking a breath, he gestures with a hand. The holograms shift, showing data on the levitation counselor, Milla Vodello. Her smiling face looks down on them.

"Now, most'a you know that Agent Vodello's been on a mission right now, which's why she's been gone. But as of this week, we haven't heard word from her. It's been reported to headquarters that she's overdue and hasn't reported in, but there ain't much they can do right now." Before Sasha can look any more obviously vexed, Ford continues. "She could just be deep under cover, as she's done before, but I'll need everyone extra attentive. Don't tell the cadets, not yet. We don't wanna worry anyone 'fore we know for real that there's something to worry 'bout."

With a heavy sigh, he unfolds a hand from behind himself, gesturing at them. "Now, any questions?"

[ooc: Feel free to continue tagging in the mingle threads!]

Missing? Miss Vodello is missing? She'd been looking forward to working with her too! She supposes she should trust her for now, but... "Um, Mr. Cruller sir? Do ya know when she was supposed to have been back?" she asks nervously. Talking to someone as famous and high up as him is definitely nervewracking even for someone as full of confidence as Tsuruya.

Ford inclines his head in a slight nod to Tsuruya, gesturing to bring one of the hologram screens to a stop. "She's scheduled to be back next week, but she ain't checked in at all for two. We're hopin' that it's just a false alarm, honestly. But you 'n Apacci'll be in charge of her classes 'til she's back."

She salutes a bit. "Ay ay, sir! We won't let any of you down! I hope we hear from her soon, though."

Martin frowns with a pang of uneasiness at the holographic image of Agent Vodello. It had already been a worry and a shame that she wouldn't have arrived even two days into the summer alone. Of course, work is work, and everyone gets mired into unexpected trouble or setbacks, especially such people as Psychonaut field agents. But what a teacher the lady is - and that the first any of them were seeing of her this summer was like this and in this context was so disconcertingly off.

"If we're allowed to know -- where should she be by now?" he asks, after few still seconds.

"She'd be up in the Maine region, give or take. She was trackin' a lead at the time, so she was on the move, unfortunately." Ford's mustache twitches, just as uneasy as Martin himself is. But he just sighs heavily, looking up at the information laid out for Milla's mission.

"We had scheduled times for her to check in, and she ain't done it for 'bout two weeks. Not the first time it's happened, but we all gotta be ready for anything."

Edited 2013-02-25 00:31 (UTC)

[The possibility that something could happen to Milla Vodello hadn't occurred to Apacci. She has faith in her mentor and greatly admires her. But that she hasn't reported in...that gives Apacci a sinking feeling in her stomach.

She raises her hand - which isn't something she often bothers with. It's testament to how worried she is that she bothered with for]

Tsuruya and Martin already covered them, but: Where was she sent for her mission and when was she supposed to check in?

[Not that she's really in a position to do anything about it, but details are better than vague information.]

[ Ford knows exactly how much Milla matters to many of the campers, and that includes Apacci. He nods to her, to signify that he sees her raised hand, and takes in her question. At this point, there's no harm in answering the questions. Especially when they come from one of Milla's juniors. ]

The east coast, here in the States. She was tracking someone, and last I heard she was actually wrappin' up and was gonna be headin' back early to report on her findings. But that was two weeks ago.

We had a setup, for her to check in two times a week. She's missed all four check ins, to this point.

Komui's mind is already racing over what technology he ought to be fine-tuning right now to give to any field agents off to search for her, but he's no position to participate in that from Whispering Rock. Instead he raises his hand once the other questions are asked.

"What are we going to tell the children when they ask what's happening with their levitation lessons?"

"That she's still on mission, and will be back as soon as it's completed. They're to defer to her junior counselors for lessons, and questions will be fielded to either Agent Nein or myself."

Ford doesn't like risking it, but he reaches and hefts up a large chunk of psitanium, rigged to a harness. Right now, with Milla gone, he's willing to go out and about with his strange rock backpack to get things done.

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