[ camp lucy ] Orientation ORP, pg 2, 3, 6 - 2nd post updated

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On New Year's Day the official invitation is texted to all all hunters, several days after the informal one went up on twitter.

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Notice: During the month of January, training and aiding rebuild efforts at Wapaloosie Base will be rewarded with bonus pay. New trainees are especially encouraged to attend.

Extra: Civilian clothes only, dress for moderate cold, do not bring your uniform, do not explore the area until after attending an orientation. This is a sensitive area, and hunters will be on a one-strike policy.

 

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Patrolling

• patrol groups should be no less than 2, no more than 4 (though you can have multiple groups merge icly if there's a Situation you'd like to play out)
  
  
• this is a very large section of forest, but it's also part of a very massive park (Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest to be exact)
  
  
• A number of Situations that may occur:
  Nothing but you have a nice walk.
  You run into Bogeymen.
  You run into members of DETH.
  You find a one or several civilians.
  You find one or several student/alumni/townsfolk that have ended up in the forest by accident. Background: The Breach is linked to multiple forests throughout Halloween, it's very easy for them to wander through. It's also possible for a class to have come over (GMs, feel free if you wanna.) Or that they've come over intentionally through the rumored "invisible portal" in a nearby forest.
  You find a newly risen ghost or undead who still needs to be guided over to Halloween.
  
  
• if you have any other ideas for what you'd like to occur just pm/im me, this is a setting meant to enable a unique rp opportunity and to make new connections. Keep in mind, though, that this is not a setting that centers around violence and such plots may not be accepted.
  
  
• quest hunters can be recruited here (though they won't be playable until enrollment/wake up)
  
• quest students can be met on patrols
  
  
• Halloween civilians can be met on patrols
  

Base Repair Duties

• kitchen duty
  
• building repair
  
• course construction
  
• groundskeeping
  
• exploring the area for hidden secrets and traps (tag in lizbot)
  
• if the bathrooms get ruined it's outhouses for everyone, protect the bathrooms at all costs
  

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training and patrolling information will be here and updated should anyone choose to add to the courses

if you a hunter who specializes or is seeking to, this would be a good time and place to work on it

bonus rp points will be available

 

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Orientation

The portal opens a little ways from the base, but they can still see the sign clearly: Camp Wapaloosie. It is, in fact, an actual summer camp. Or likely, was at some point until Something Happened. That was the usual case for any place Deus was established. Hunters tend to thrive off the bones of old tragedies, as both individuals and as an organization. It was a rather pretty clearing, between the forest and a lake that was no longer on any modern maps. Sturdy log buildings line the perimeter and there is a very distinct chance that they had bunk beds in their near future.

The people already there were mostly Eclipse Teams, Moons outnumbering Suns by an almost alarming degree. Hunters that have been around awhile may notice a certain trend among familiar faces: they're people known to be friendly. Not particularly aggressive. Even on the front lines, you have those who prefer to talk rather than fight.

There's patches of snow along the boundary and their breath fogs up, but it's warmer as they near the center. There's a pit for large bonfires and of all things, a stage, surrounded by flat benches. It's here a young redheaded woman paces, intently texting on her phone until a decent group has gathered.

Clearing her throat, she begins, "Settle in, I'll try to make this quick, and then I'll take whatever questions you have. Afterward I'll cover some stuff for newbies."

Scanning the group, she goes on, "First and most important. Here you are Reapers. Don't use the name we usually go by. We're Reapers. Even if somebody thinks you are not, even if they know you are not, you are a Reaper. With some folks this is gonna be important, with others it's a matter of courtesy, and at Camp Lucy, that's also important."

There's a runic projector, and its rather cobbled together appearance is further enhanced by the way the screen behind her fails to show a single thing when she gestures to it.

Cursing follows, which apparently means they have a few minutes to settle further and talk amongst themselves.  

[Huni Pi]

Joy had heard about camps, unfortunately only through those children's movies from the US. Back home camps weren't really a thing so the opportunity to attend one like in the television shows was an exciting prospect for her. Of course the lack of uniform made things hard for her. She still wasn't used to dressing for the cold. Body, acclimate faster!

Arriving at the other end of the portal, Joy settled in.  

[kuropeco]

October was there, in a corner somewhere, sound asleep with an umbrella propped over his head.  

[Zoobey]

Justin was of course dressed in the most civilian outfit possible, a cape (crisply washed bedsheet) that was wrapped around his neck pinned by exactly two clothespins. Underneath were two t-shirts of varying sizes displaying something about Alliance unity and justice in flashy blue and gold.

He was mostly here because he had followed some others, and also here because this was a new quest line. New quest lines equaled new opportunities, considering how many times he had leveled up grinding daily quests in the main world hub last year(s), it was obvious he was in need of new gear, which obviously they would provide here.

All-in-all he just kept on approaching people's extreme close personal spaces without actually saying anything, trying to figure out which ones were players and which ones were obvious NPCs (he was still terrible at figuring out which, but at least the AI's were convincing!)
 

[its me debz]

Putting things back together with the living was an impossible, insurmountable task. But things? Things he could fix, things he could improve.

So, carefully, and with no fanfare, Kostya quietly arrived.  

[its me debz]

Ember beamed happily as he listened to being told to pretend to be a reaper. This was going to be so exciting! Creeple were his favorite, camps were his favorite, the woods were even more his very favorite.

Dressed in his traditional and now-- with several months of pay and hard work-- rather extravagant green and black clothing, he practically wiggled in his seat on the bench, fists clenched to keep from giddily clapping.  

[Baneful]

Mik had never been allowed to go to a summer camp, his mother had been paranoid to an extreme after his father left and even if she had not been he was in quite the wrong country the whole time. Still he'd watched plenty of television programs, mostly originating in America and had what he thought was a good idea of what a summer camp was.

He just hoped there were less murderers, ghosts and/or monsters in reality than on television because he just didn't want to deal with more fighting if he could avoid it.

Dressed like a normal person for a change in a t shirt and some denims, he joined the group and sat down on a bench, a little overwhelmed by the number of people around and not sure how he was going to manage to hit on all of them.

 

[Baneful]

It was the mention of extra pay that brought Lawrence to the mission and little else.He wasn't a fan of manual labour, nor of rebuilding things, but usually there was a medical bay or some other sort of first aid area which needed tending to and he preferred to linger in those places best of all. There was a way to shirk duties almost anywhere and if they tried to make him build walls and carry things he could play the one hand card.

He dressed warmly because he was frankly always freezing no matter where he was and found a spot close to a bonfire where he shivered a little, watching their orientation leader with a very obvious sort of curiosity.