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 Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:31 am
The Senior Counselors Cabin was a blessing. Unlike the other cabins, theirs seemed like a luxury condo. On the main floor of the cabin was a large common area, complete with kitchenette.The kitchentte was stocked with relatively basic supplies: coffee machine, mircowave, hot plate, kettle, dishes, and a mini fridge. The room had relatively comfortable couches, a coffee table, and small dining table. A bookshelf was lined up against the south wall, filled with decade old board games and books. Though for anyone who didn't care about books, the senior cabin had the only TV in the whole camp: an ancient black and white from the 60s.
A small corridor led off to the Office area and the very quaint laundry room. A set of stairs led up to the top floor, which had a balcony looking over part of the main floor. Up there, there were five six rooms, each with a set of dressers and two or three beds. Down the hall from the bedrooms were two large washrooms, one for men and one for women. Each had three toilet stalls and three private shower stalls.
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(( This is the Senior Cabin! It is a palace compared to the Jr. Counselor's cabin, or any of the regular camper cabins. As such, it for Senior Counselor only.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 10:02 pm
"Well, well, well!" cheered Finn as he crossed the threshhold into the senior counselor cabin. After spending the morning helping campers move into their decidedly less luxurious arrangements, their own little patch of Appalachian heaven was a godsend. He didn't even bother dragging his duffle off to his room, just flopped down on the couch and propped his feet up on it.
"If someone would get me, um, a tall glass of something strong," he said, waving a hand in the air, "It would be much appreciated."
No beverage, alcoholic or otherwise, appeared. "Service in this place sucks," groaned Finn. He kicked his bag and yelled, "I would like to lodge a formal complaint with the maitre-d!"
He was pretty sure he was yelling at an empty cabin. If anyone were here, he would have forced them to get him a drink by now. And maybe a foot rub.
Finn flexed his feet inside his Tevas. Definitely a foot rub, he decided.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 10:29 pm
Adira had already scoped out the senior abode earlier that morning, dropping off all of her things into the room that had been assigned to her and then leaving almost immediately to take care of the many office duties she'd been assigned to prepare for the day. As such, she was more than glad to escape from the overeager faces of children into somewhere a bit more civilized. She only somewhat recognized the other counselor in the cabin, having never met him before camp. Finn, she thought his name was.
Regardless, she shut the screen door against bugs and made her way inside, sandals making not much of a noise on the solid wood floor. "I'm afraid you'll probably have to make your own drinks here. I don't think the camp has an on staff bartender." Technically in the US, Adira was not allowed to drink. However, the various other countries had no such restrictions, and the girl could appreciate the want for something a bit more refreshing than water.
"I don't think we've formally met yet- I'm Adira Perses. Pleased to meet you." With a sigh, the girl plopped down on one of the opposing couches, fishing her smart phone from her pocket and laying it on the table.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:42 am
"Finn Derouen," he replied, waving lazily to the girl. "And if anyone tries to tell you to call me ********, that is a boldfaced lie and I don't know where they got it." He had tried, with little success, to leave his high school nickname in high school. It hadn't worked - too many Meadowview classmates had gone on to SHP with him, and Leah was intent on teaching it to the younger generation. In fact, she was probably teaching it to them right now.
"You think they left us anything good?" he asked, foregoing getting up in favor of climbing over the back of the couch. He took dragging steps towards the kitchenette and began to bang the cabinets open and closed, investigating for anything good. He took out two glasses. "You want anything?" he called, crouching in front of the fridge.
It looked like someone had left them a bottle of seltzer, half a carton of orange juice, and two cans of Pepsi. "I don't see any booze," he groaned. "We should get some."
The middle of the woods were practically international waters, he reasoned. And besides - what happened in Senior Cabin stayed in Senior Cabin.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:28 am
Well, the attempt at getting children to listen to him via the use of candy hadn't exactly gone as smoothly as he'd expected. It just resulted in some extra whiney children and litter everywhere. Wonderful.
Chris had come back to the senior counselor cabin to drop off the bucket of candy (or hide it, rather) once the campers had been sent off to their cabins, taking the few free minutes he had to finish unpacking the rest of his clothes and put them neatly into drawers. Would they stay that neat? Probably not. But it was the thought that counted.
Of course, upon hearing other voices, he made his way out of the room at the end of the hall to investigate, leaning over the banister that overlooked the living area.
"I really hope you're not planning on using that language around the campers," he said rather warily as Finn introduced himself. What happened in the Senior Cabin would be reported to Gently if there was any illegal business going on. He wasn't there to set bad examples to the children, and he wasn't about to let anyone else get away with it. Goody two-shoes? Yeah, he kind of was...
"Alcohol on camp grounds is strictly prohibited, anyway," he continued, a sinking feeling in his chest warning him that this might be a very rough two weeks if it turned out that the counselors were just a bunch of immature, irresponsible teenagers who cared less about the children having a fulfilling experience than their partying habits. As if they didn't party enough away from camp.
Why bother signing up to be a counselor??
"Chris Gallo, by the way," he said after a few moments, figuring he might as well introduce himself if they hadn't picked up his name from the week they'd been there, checking the place out and getting ready.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 3:55 pm
"Did somebody say forbidden? That's my favorite word. Loosen up Chris!" The door clattered shut as Blake vaulted his weight over the back of the couch to fall onto it with only a grumble from the structures beneath cushion. "Blake Allison though you, pretty lady, can call me almost anything you'd like." A grin and a wink in Adira's direction before he tried to size up the other two guys. Chris was familiar from the team but he'd never met the other guy before.
"You said Finn right? You're the guy I've been looking for. You're in a room with this Damian guy, yeah?" Violet hair was pushed back as sunglasses were shoved up further on his head with a wide grin and a hand held out. "I have a bargain for ya, buddy. Hear me out?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 4:15 pm
"Spoilsport," said Finn, scowling at Chris. "What, you gonna be my jailer all session?" He uncapped the orange juice and proceded to drink straight from the carton. A moment later, he spat into the sink and dumped the rest. "Oh my ******** god, that is rancid."
He shot another glance over at Chris, waiting for any kind of reaction from the boy, and shrugged. "Don't be a lameface," Finn said, rinsing out the carton and chucking it in the general direction of the recycling bin. It bounced off the wall and fell in. "Of course I'm not gonna cuss around the kids."
He did not trust his fifteen-year-old sister to have as much good sense as he did.
Finn opened the fridge again and stared at it, as if doing so would make more beverage options appear. "I guess we have to requisition stuff from the mess hall, huh?" he asked. "Whoever stocked this place left us slim pickings."
He investigated the seltzer bottle. It said Best If Used By January 2009. Finn turned around and held it up. "If this is still sealed, do you think it's safe to drink?" he asked. It didn't look like it had gone flat, at least.
He sauntered back over to the seating area and stared the newly arrived Blake kid down. "Aye, I be that selfsame scallywag Finn Derouen," said Finn, waggling his eyebrows in a fairly stupid manner. He held out the bottle of seltzer in lieu of a handshake. "And I am, in fact, rooming with Damian."
He looked around surreptitiously. Damian had yet to appear. "What's the bargain?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:03 pm
Chris frowned lightly as Blake made his way into the cabin, not thinking he was being that horribly strict. He just wanted there to be as little incident as possible. He glanced down at the banister, giving it a little shake to make sure it was secure, before leaning onto it on his elbows, not yet making his way downstairs, but just observing. Didn't Blake have a girlfriend, though? He was pretty sure he saw her at games and practices sometimes... Great legs...
"Don't give me a reason to be and I won't," he said in response to Finn's scowling, a slightly amused grin in replace of the earlier frown. 'Spoilsport'? Yeah, that wasn't new. He'd been called that on a number of occasions. 'Lameface' was more inventive, though. Or at least he wasn't called that to his face all the time. And he would have said something if the orange juice didn't turn out to be bad, snorting lightly at the discovery, thinking he deserved it for not checking the expiration date, first.
"If it smells funny, don't drink it," he offered with a shrug, thinking that was pretty obvious. Well, at least this Finn guy seemed entertaining. Or at least he thought himself to be entertaining. Maybe it'll keep the children's attention long enough to actually get through activities.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:36 am
Snickering at Chris' comment about things smelling funny, Blake raised his eyebrows at Adira, weighing whether or not he really wanted to make the joke screaming across what he felt was a rather clever brain. No, he really wanted to make that joke. "That's how you judge girls too. If they smell funny, don't touch 'em. Something a man has to learn though." It was probably for the best that Chris hadn't mentioned Victoria or her legs at practice.
Blake could go on for hours about Vicky's legs.
"Finn, great to meet ya." The seltzer was taken and the seal broken on the bottle with a hiss. "It fizzed. Must be decent to drink." The cap was tightened and tossed back to the brunette. "Damian's a bit of a bro, we party together and all that jazz. Pretty awesome dude and we get along great. Not that I'm not easy to get along with but I like rooming with a bro." A policy he made in college that had served him well. Bros only.
"I've got a pretty easy way to get back to town. Anything you want me to bring, within reason, to swap rooms with me? I don't know much about Caleb or Seth. Or if you're like me and think Damian is a bro and wouldn't mind, I'll drag the third bed in there and we can be Three Caballerbros." Alright, so he'd been exposed to a little too much Disney as a kid.
So what?
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:13 am
Finn set the seltzer aside until such a time as he had located cups, then stuck a fist out for proper Bro Greeting Procedure. "I don't know 'bout Caleb or Seth, either," he said, "But the three Caballerbros sounds good to me."
Blake, at least, seemed cooler than Chris, and he could live with that. (Rooming with Chris... now that sounded like a nightmare if he'd ever had one.) "Still, I do seem to have lucked into a double," he added, seizing on Blake's offer for favors. "And you know, two's company, but three's a crowd..."
He was sorely tempted to request 'sexual favors,' just to see the other boy's reaction, but it would be sorely un-brolike, and he was a bro of the highest caliber. "So, there's this gourmet trail mix," said Finn, steepling his fingers. "They sell it at Whole Foods in one pound bags. The High Energy mix. It's got caramel in it. I want three of those, and some Rit Dye for tye-dying with the kids later this week. Red, blue, and yellow, and baking tins and rubber bands."
He motioned for Blake to wait, launched himself over the back of the couch again, and rifled around in the kitchen once more. He returned with two glasses, into which he poured equal amounts of Seltzer. He handed one to Blake. "If you get me those things," he said, holding up his glass, "then you can join our merry company."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:57 am
Damian didn't make a very spectacle entrance, no jumping over couches for him. He had spent the morning setting up the archery range in an unused portion of the camp and so had missed out on the tour and introductions. Most of the week had been like that, busy busy busy setting up camp. It was nice to finally have a moment to rest.
Looking around the cabin he spotted a familiar face right off the bat, and then another that reminded him of someone that he went to high school with, but he wasn't completely sure if it was him. The other two counselors were unknowns.
He had come in at the tail end of Blake and Finn's negotiations and arched a brow. Did he get a say? Apparently not. He didn't really mind though. As long as he didn't have to share a bed with anyone, the only guy he slept next to was Carter.
Moving towards the couch he grinned at Blake giving him a nod in acknowledgement. "Hey, man." Looking down at Finn his face became quizzical. "Didn't we go to school together?" He could've sworn he knew the kid. What was his name? Something berry? Puckleberry? No, that was from that high school tv show Poseidon liked to watch. Huckleberry? Who the heck named their kid Huckleberry, that couldn't be it. Reaching back into the far corners of his mind he finally came up with the name. <********! Hey, how're you doin, man? Long time no see."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 1:36 pm
The only reason it would be a nightmare to room with him was because he was actually responsible and did his job instead of acting like a high schooler from one of those ridiculous MTV shows... The majority of the baby daddies from Sixteen and Pregnant were coming to mind, in particular. He couldn't say he'd be surprised if one of these guys had or would end up in that position, given how they behaved.
He shook his head as if to remove the thought. Now he was just being judgmental.
Christopher tried really hard not to frown further at the two -- now three -- other young men (he used the term loosely) that were in the cabin. Especially when they launched into a conversation full of the words 'bro' and 'man' and... really bad jokes. Well, that was just crude and borderline sexist. He would have apologized to Adira for their vulgarity and utter stupidity if he thought it would make a difference.
"Wow guys. If I'd known this was going to turn into a frat house, I would have worn my letters," he said, dripping with sarcasm and clearly unamused with their brotasticness. He would at least give Finn some credit for not asking for alcohol in exchange for the favor -- had he known, of course. Really, though. He thought this was the senior cabin. If he knew he'd probably end up babysitting his peers, he wouldn't have signed up.
And no. Chris wasn't a bro. And if anyone called him that he might end up fist bumping them in the face. But neither threats nor violence were conducive to a debate.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 3:24 pm
"Woah woah woah woah," said Finn, holding up his hands in protest. "I am the artist formerly known as ********> - it's just Finn now. But it is good to see you," he emphasized, setting his glass aside. He bolted back to the kitchen and retrieved another glass.
Returning, he continued without missing a beat. "Blake and I were just discussing that he would like to move into our room. He has already sworn to ply me with trail mix and tie-dye supplies, and..."
He poured Damian a glass of seltzer and handed it off. "I expect you shall also be rewarded in a most bro-tastic manner for joining us in this bro-tastic endeavor." Finn waggled his eyebrows in a most unconvincing manner, and did his best to not fire a snide remark in Chris's direction. This, he knew, would only encourage the lameface to continue his lameface ways.
"Since you asked, though," he added, picking his own glass of seltzer back up and taking a sip, "I am doing most excellently. And yourself?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 12:52 am
Nyasa was not a happy camper. Well, happy staffer. She had somehow been talked into working as a medic at a kid camp. Really, a camp? In the woods? In the heat? With the bugs and sweaty, snotty little kids? She was already regretting her decision and she hadn’t even bandaged any skinned knees yet.
When all the little kiddies were being settled into the camp, she had been conveniently absent. Not like she was needed to corral midgets, not unless one managed to break a leg while running around. Instead she had been holed up in the tiny room that was to serve as her “office,” cleaning up cobwebs. Once it sounded like all the little terrors were safely put up in their cabins, Nyasa figured it was safe to trudge back to the cabin.
The cabin which now had other people in it. Upon entering, Nyasa’s eyes swept over the Senior counselors, and saw that they seemed rather… young. Or perhaps immature would be a better word. Some of the boys looked like the type bound to give her headaches. Still, she supposed she shouldn’t be totally anti-social, seeing as how she was going to be living and working with these people for the foreseeable future.
Nodding her head slightly in a silent acknowledgement and greeting to the others, she vanished to go put up her messenger bag, returning with a bottle of water in one hand and a camp handbook in the other. She had only skimmed the rules and other such nonsense before, so she slouched in an empty chair, intending to wade her way all that boring crap unless given a better distraction.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:15 pm
((Since Camp has finished, you can exit and call this FIN whenever you are ready! Feel free to continue to play, and get the interactions you want out of this, or exit at your leisure))
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