Behold and watch in awe

[noblepsychomaster]

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.)

Comments

[mansnoozie]

[ 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. ]

[pooka]

[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?]

[mansnoozie]

[ 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. ]

[pooka]

[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...]