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 Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2018 3:23 pm
Open to everyone.  After a little road trip, a handfull of Academy X students venture out into nature to celebrate Halloween off campus with a weekend camping trip. We pick up with the caravan of vehicles arriving at the cabin reserved. A large open area facilitates tents but those who would rather not brave the elements can sleep in one of the rooms in the cabin where bunk-beds are available. There's a large campfire pit in the center of the clearing and a pristine lake only a short walk away from the cabin. Aside from the Park Ranger station 5 miles down the road, there aren't any other people for miles.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2018 4:14 pm
Break my bones, I don't care
All I ever wanted was a body to share
Heart's gone cold, Brush ran dry
Satellite searching for a sign of life
Like you...
 
The tears in your eyes
Someday will dry
We fight for our lives
'Cause everything's on the line
This time
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2018 12:09 pm
 
Luci had kept her eyes averted outside of the car for the better part of the trip. She was still unsure of why she chose to come along aside from it being recommended to get a little more social. She shifted uneasily in her spot in the back seat, watching the trees as they flew past until the sound of tires under gravel jostled her from her daze.
She looked out the front window as the car pulled into the driveway of their getaway cabin. Luci had spent days turning over whether she wanted to stay in the cabin or not. But thought better of it and decided to bring a tent along. She was safer if she was away from the others during the night, where a bad dream could trigger her powers. Even if it would be chilly, she brought enough clothes and blankets to keep her warm.
She slid out of the car when it came to a stop, seeing Tori's excitement about the jacuzzi. Green eyes swept over the porch as she followed the redhead up, looking at the churning water as the jets were flipped on. To the others, it would be a welcomed warmth and relaxation. To Luci, it was a luxury that she could not have. She had to admit that she wished she had just stayed home. Training to control her powers would be even better spent there rather than her relaxing in the woods here.
She continued into the cabin, her gloved hand opening the door as she entered. She looked around the space. It was nice and homey and smelled like wood tar. Faint, but noticeable. She strolled through the cabin, finding the bedrooms and the bathroom as she went. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she hoped. She brought an inhibitor just in case. She needed to control herself, for the sake of the others.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2018 6:27 pm
 H.R. Harkonnen
It wasn't like him to join the others for something so skewed from his normal purview, but peer pressure and a scolding from his mother to be more inclined to make friends made him do it. However, he wasn't going to slum it. The thought of nothing being between him and whatever crawl upon the ground except a thin piece of tarp was enough to make his skin crawl. No, if he was going to attempt something as barbaric as camping, he was going to do it in his own manner. And that is why, barreling down the road leading towards the cabin, was a monstrosity of his own making. The over-sized RV, fitted with solar plating and a generator on the top, slid to a grinding halt as the front bumper, retrofitted with a large plate usually reserved for moving vehicles, crashed into a medium-sized tree and toppled it over.
Lord Harkonnen, a voice chimed in on the overhead compartment near the driver seat, I do believe you hit a tree.
"Thank you, Carmen, I can see that," he said the to computerized female voice. "This is my first time taking this thing out and I wasn't sure if it was operating efficiently. Field tests and all that." The young man placed a hand on the dashboard and steadied his breathing, let his heart fall back into a normal rhythm. "Do you think we're good? I really don't want to move this again."
I believe you will have adequate space to deploy anything you would like.
"Good. Not for one second do I want to have anything to do with...all this." He motioned to the trees and the very large insect now crawling across the windshield which he promptly turned on the wipers and smeared it across the glass.
Lord Harkonnen, I do wish to inform you that there is some disruption to internal systems and the communications array.
"Source?"
Unknown.
As he exited the driver's seat, he pulled out his cellphone that shone like a brick of gold when it hit the light. He saw that it indicated there was no signal. Instinctively, he held it up to the sky. "Really? Fantastic." He lowered the phone and looked around while an exasperated sigh escaped his lips. "I wonder if anyone else is here. That's the whole point of this outing, right? To mingle with our fellow mutant?" He then realized that he was talking to himself. The usual connection he had to Carmen was being interfered with the same as the cell signal.
He rolled his eyes and then proceeded forward. The well-dressed man stepped onto the porch of the cabin and rapped on the door. "Hello?" The English tones of his voice echoed forth. "Anyone home? No? Okay, well, I guess I can go home."
[+] LOCATION: The spooky cabin in the woods
[+] COMPANY: Mutant freaks
[+] OOC: --
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 7:41 am
 It seemed like a moot point to bother herself over interacting in a stuffy vehicle packed tighter than a can of tuna. The thought was actually revolting enough to draw a shiver out of her as she quickly expelled such thoughts from the forefront of her mind. Instead, she'd opted for bumming a ride from the resident giant on campus, something she was certain the headmaster and Summers would frown upon considering their objective was for her to immerse herself and play nice with the others.
"I'm sure," she decided to say just as Roland had finished packing everything and started up the vehicle, "you get this A LOT but what the ******** did your parents feed you?"
The drive was a ways away so she had to do something to pass the time. Why not ask the mountain of a man his secret to being one? She wasn't about to run out to start taking notes or anything but perhaps her attempt to say something would at least help appease the 'thought police' who were responsible for her presence here to begin with.
Justice was yet another of the few slowly starting to form what seemed to be a collection of outcasts not feeling all that compelled to be out here in the vast expanse of whatever the ******** this was supposed to be. She wasn't certain why she'd allowed herself to be so easily convinced to do so considering she had practically been strong armed into the whole thing by Summer's insistence. Being around people and nature, some nonsense about how it would be rehabilitating to her as if she was some frightened child that needed coddling.
To the faculty she was just some project: some broken thing that needed to be fixed, a morally gray proponent that needed to be rerouted toward the lighter side of the spectrum. Perhaps here she'd at least find some minor refuge from the constant surveillance, prodding and ever present expectation to do what they wanted. Maybe here she'd be given the chance to feel as normal as one of her kind might possibly be able to feel.
That was right around when some psycho driving an over sized RV rolled past them straight into a tree.
"What. The. ******** eyebrow had already cocked as she stepped out of the vehicle, pinching herself to make sure this wasn't another one of her unhinged dreams that made no sense. Once confirming that this, in fact, was reality, her countenance became even more skeptical as she surveyed the scene.
She didn't have to wait long for an oddly well dressed man to emerge from the contraption that was practically comparable to a space shuttle. He decided to unabashedly march up to the cabin door and knock on it while proceeding to talk to himself, revealing his presumed English accent. All the while, Justice merely opted to stare at the fellow silently as he did so.
"You sure," she asked H.R. through crossed arms, gesturing to the fallen tree with a flicker of her eyes from him to it then back to him, "you'd even be able to make it back home with your evident aptitude for handling vehicles?"
At this point she'd gone around the back of Chevalier's vehicle in order to grab her supplies which included multiple coolers, a tent, a sports bag with some spare clothes in it and a sleeping bag. She procured the tent and immediately began to start assembling the nylon contraption likely foreign to the evidently loaded kid, hammering her pegs into the ground once she had the frame of the thing together.
"Just make sure," she piqued up as she casually hammered away, "you don't run anyone over on your way out."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 6:40 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Cabin
Thoughts: Ridin’ out Roland loaded himself up into his car, a Jeep Grand Cherokee Trackhawk, a purchase he made right after he got his discharge papers. The benefits of military pay, smart savings, and getting a friend in his battalion with a wealth manager for a father. Placed the money in the right areas, and it grew quite fast over five years. In theory Roland could buy a home all his own, but he opted to focus on improving himself before making attempts to settle in on some life that he thought he should go for. He had a lot to work towards in his life. A lot of things he missed out on, a lot of regrets and pain that he had to work through and get past. But that of course wasn’t the focus of this trip. Nope, it was a camp outing for a bunch of students. And while they all piled into some of the other cars, Roland smartly grabbed his own. A man his size, in a van cramped with others? Yeah not a chance in hell. The big guy loaded up his own supplies, a large a** tent and sleeping bag, and his usual survival gear he had picked up over his tours in Afghanistan. The area they were staying in wasn’t too far off from his deployment region, though admittedly Montana would be a much closer climate. He also made room for picking up supplies on the way. He knew of a warehouse store that sold liquor and beer that he could get the goods in bulk for the weekend. Luckily he had a navigator in the form of Justice who asked to join him. He was happy to oblige, making some room for her things. Soon the trip turned to questions about his size, and he had to laugh, “Never really had parents, truth be told. I had a guardian, barely enough of a guardian if you can call the b*****d that. So I fended for myself.” he replied, soon gesturing to his size. “This though? Some freaky genes and random chance. And yes, I do get that question a bit. My squad used to joke that my old man was an Ogre, explained how I got so damn big. Subsequent a**-kickings quashed that whole rumor, usually because I fixed them up afterwards.”“So I gotta ask, what lead you to this little merry island of broken toys?” his voice was filled with curiosity and tenderness. He wasn’t going to pry if she didn’t want to give him an answer, so he wanted to intone that he was showing some element of care in how he was asking her. The Jeep soared down the highway, making a couple stops for bathroom, gas, and of course the liquor run. It was a small detour, but hey, what camping trip was complete without it? They got the coolers filled, and Roland even picked up a keg of some quality beer. He had some experience in tapping these bad boys, so that was no problem. He’d try and get closer to the site for some ice. Can’t have a warm keg now could they? Rolling up to the cabin, a surprisingly nice little set of digs if he had to say so, a massive oversized RV crashed into a tree. He had to agree with Justice’s assessment, and he also chimed in “Sad part? There were idiots in my Company that drove like that, and were the designated drivers of our HUMVEEs.”“Number of times I had to help pull the damn truck out of a ditch that they just had to drive in, forget about it.” he grumbled, he started pulling out supplies, foisting the keg upon his shoulder. He moved with a disturbing level of grace as he held the keg in one arm and multiple bags in another. Getting them near the entrance of the cabin he noticed that it had a large pile of logs all stacked up. “Perfect, we can chop up some of this, run a fire pit.” he said aloud. Looking over to the genius with the RV he called out, “Hey there, Speed Racer! You mind grabbing a couple bags out of the trunk?” Placing the items down, he started his way over to the wood pile, an old weathered stump acting as a chopping block. Roland took one of the logs, a beautiful piece of dry cedar, and placed it on the old stump. He cracked his knuckles, a loud procession of pops as the joints flexed, he did the same with his wrists, and his shoulders, and finally with his back. Each time there was a staccato of popping joints as the gases between each joint were released. He let his powers manifest, forming metal gloves around his fingers, his hands, and his forearms. Finally he took hold of the grip of the ax as it materialized around his palms. The silver of the tool glinted in the fall light, and with one quick motion he cracked the log in two. The blade slipped through the wood with ease, almost gliding through it. Taking a second, with a deep breath, he realized that this was going to take a bit. Even if he was cutting through it with ease, he was still going to have to cut a lot of wood. So he stripped of his shirt, took another breath, and re-positioned the cut wood. He split it once more, and he then cut the other piece. Four pieces of clean cut cedar wood, all ready to burn. He grabbed more wood, and continued to cut, sweat beginning to form beads across his body, steam rising from him in the cool fall air.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2018 12:41 pm
 Location: Woods
Company: Tori It didn't take much to convince Juniper to tag along on the camping trip. An off campus weekend getaway with their merry band of misfits and the adorable redheaded duplicator? Hell yes. Why would she say no to that? The alternative would be to spend an entire weekend stuffed up in that house with the usual boring routines. Plus, spending Halloween in the great outdoors meant a weekend of drinking, partying, and spooky stories around the campfire. Sounded like a pretty sweet deal.
But as excited as she was for a weekend of endless fun, she lacked the ability to stay awake during long car rides. So with nothing better to do, June rested a pillow against the side of the car, pulled on an oversized hoodie, and pretty much slept through the entire road trip. She didn't even register when the car came to a halt and only woke up when she heard a loud bang... followed by the sound of a tree toppling over.
Oh crap...
Her first thought was they must've crashed. But after observing her immediate surroundings and seeing no signs of damage, she concluded that the sound was likely caused by something else. Her confusion only grew when she emerged from her vehicle and saw an RV against a tree... and Roland chopping wood by the cabin.
Pretty much summed up their little band of misfits.
Now fully awake, the messy haired blonde walked over to the patio to join Tori. "'Sup sugar-pie. You thinkin' tent or cabin?"
"And, uh, I guess someone decided to kill a tree?" She shrugged, pointing in the direction of the RV. "Eh, whatevs. Let's go tour this place."
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 9:18 am
Location: Cabin with LucixxxMutation: Astral ManipulationxxxThinking: S'mores? 
It mattered little how much time she had spent in rooms similar to this one, how she spent several years living within the sterile setting - the white walls, the tiled floors, the cabinets, the monitors - it never got easier. Today, however, felt like an eternity trapped in a phlebotomy chair. Too short to reach the floor from her perch, her feet dangled impatiently, swinging to and fro as she waited on the deliberation. Never in her life had she felt like the labs were intentionally taking forever to release her numbers. Burying a hand through a wall of chestnut-colored hair, she fidgeted uncontrollably.
“I’ll take hand sanitizer.” She assured the nurse. “I’ll make sure not to stand in the way of anyone’s sneeze.” Her chocolate eye lent their sights to the ceiling as she made the usual bargain to be able to do something fun. “No beer. Set an alarm to take my meds…” Yada yada… Could she go now? The vans were probably already loading up with other students for a weekend out.
Tapping her foot impatiently, the nurse put one hand on her hip and waited, expectantly. Mikaela was leaving a lot of her protocol out, as if she wouldn’t remember the girl’s penchant for disregarding her treatment plan if they didn’t remind her.
Mikaela glowered, not all impressed. Honestly… why even have a new kidney to live if they intended on keeping her in a safe little bubble, away from everything that she could possibly enjoy. “Fine. I’ll take the supplements too.” She relented, her voice on edge with a groan. Silence. Ugh… this woman’s judgmental stance needed to go… somewhere else. “No drugs. No sharing bodily fluids with other people if they appear sick. I’ll take my temperature every morning and I’ll bring along a first aid kit in case I get any sort of cuts or scratches. Can I please go now?”
The nurse narrowed her eyes for a second, obviously attempting to decide if the girl could be trusted to go out on her own for a vacation with her peers. Given her history and flippant tendencies on taking care of herself, she wanted to decline… But she doubted that the lack of permission would have stopped her this time. The spool of paper on the pocH-100i spun out some results then with a small beep, and she analyzed the results before turning back to her. Normal white cell count. She couldn’t even use that as an excuse to keep her from doing something stupid.
“Fine. Have fun. Be safe.” Her tone sounded sharp, as if those two words could convey all that she wanted them to. Don’t damage your kidney.
**
Rushing out, she slapped her already-packed bag over her shoulder and did not bother to look back, just in case the nurse changed her mind. She swung into the Jeep before the door could close shut and breathlessly sagged in her seat. “Glad you guys didn’t leave without me.”
**
Much like Juniper, she slept on the way to their campsite, but slowly came awake when they started taking more turns than before. Groggily, she unlatched her seatbelt when the Jeep’s engine died. “Here already?” She asked over a yawn. Stretching to the point that her joints popped, Mikaela swung open the door and slid down from her seat.
Glancing about, the most jarring part of the scene had to be the RV wrecked in a fallen over tree. “Well, someone started drinking early.” She muttered, adjusting her pack before following Luci to the cabin. “Guess Mister Rich didn’t think he could rough it.” She remarked, hooking a thumb back at the wreck, not quite at the porch.
Some guy in threads too extravagant to be considered fit for living on the land was on the porch, knocking on the door that Luci just disappeared into. "I think it's open." She said, twisting the knob and inviting herself in.
Chocolate eyes inspected the inside, and she couldn’t find much to complain about. “I think the giant guy who drove is drumming up some firewood.” Grinning, excitement danced in her eyes. “And now all I can think about is s’mores.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 1:27 pm
Break my bones, I don't care
All I ever wanted was a body to share
Heart's gone cold, Brush ran dry
Satellite searching for a sign of life
Like you...
The tears in your eyes
Someday will dry
We fight for our lives
'Cause everything's on the line
This time
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 3:34 pm
H.R. Harkonnen
At the moment the blond opened her mouth, Harlan stopped dead in his tracks, his fingertips scraping over the door with an ear-twinging sound. He turned around to scrutinize the woman with a penetrating gaze. Department store hair bought from a bottle, clothing probably bought from the same store. Another peasant with an opinion that didn't matter. "If you only knew," he began as he made his way off the porch and onto the driveway area with the other parked vehicles, "you wouldn't dismiss it so lightly. The least complicated thing that this vehicle can do is drive." And if he could connect to Carmen, he would have already burned every bleach-blond hair off her head. Then the army reject decided to chime in. All the rejects decided that their opinions suddenly mattered. "God, leave it to poor people to feel like sleeping outdoors is a form of recreation." He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a single hundred-dollar bill. He crumpled it up in his hand before tossing it to the ground in his general direction. "Do I look like a bellhop? Make yourself useful." He rolled his eyes when he started chopping wood with his arms. Freaks. Harlan stared daggers at the brunette that was near him on the porch. He threw a hundred-dollar bill at her too for the hell of it.
Harlan let the women who were exiting the cabin do in spite of overhearing the redhead's comments about the tree. It was a stupid tree. He rolled his eyes. Everyone was always getting hung up on things that didn't really matter. Did they realize how many trees went into making the cabin they were staying in? Went into the paper they used for their classes? None of them actually cared about the world around them, not in the abstract. They only cared about their living space -- their own habitable environment. As long as they could take solace in them sorting their plastics from their paper, donating to a charity now and then, and re-posting a cause on social media, they were fine...blind to everything else around them. He hated people. They were hollow and glass, easily broken. Clean them of their filth and it could be seen how transparent they were.
Inner monologue and rantings aside, Harlan walked into the cabin. If he were going to be around these people for the next few days, he'd get to know his surroundings. He placed a fingertip to the pane of glass of a window near the door and swiped it across. It was surprisingly clean in spite of being surrounded by nature, the dirtiest thing on the planet. He instinctively looked around for an outlet not being used for a lamp or clock or something else primitive. He found them all occupied and also found no signs of phone jacks either. "Christ, what do people even do out here?"
[+] LOCATION: The spooky cabin in the woods
[+] COMPANY: Mutant freaks
[+] OOC: --
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2018 1:59 pm
While most people might have felt guilty at the mention of parents to someone who didn't happen to have them, Justice, at least outwardly, appeared completely apathetic to his response. The only indication she'd actually heard him was the fact she did decide to respond to the giant guy's statement. "Oh, you too? Why didn't you know yours? Did they give you up for adoption because you weren't 'planned', dead beats, fatal car crash?"
She wasn't so much sympathetic as she was curious. Yes, she could empathize for the man not having his parents growing up but on the flip side, he could have had them and still wound up in the same situation like she had. Just because you grew up with your parents around didn't necessarily mean it was the best thing for you. Whoever had made up the whole blood was thicker than water thing obviously hadn’t been dragged through the mud all because of one selfish a** hole who just so happened to be related.
"Guardian, huh? No next of kin so they just threw you into the system and activated the random number generator and you got the s**t end of the stick, then?"
Her questions were blunt but they were also precise and to the point. They very much indicated that she was familiar with the whole song and dance of people getting paid to pretend they were good people who actually cared about children's well being as opposed to just making a pay check like everyone else. She was yet another survivor of the supposedly 'best system' their wonderful country had to offer. She understood quite well, though. After all, what money was there to be had in assuring the future generation who had been tossed aside or forgotten received a fair shot at opportunity?
His next statement actually inspired more of a response from her than just pure apathy in the form of a skeptically raised eyebrow. "What's the point of kicking someone's a** if you're just going to fix them up right afterward?" She seemed genuinely confused by the statement as if he'd just phrased the entire thing to her in some dead, ancient language only he could hope to understand.
The tenderness in his voice, while to most may have been reassuring, only caused the guarded blonde to recede back into her shell initially as she was slightly taken aback. If there was one thing she'd learned it was that people were rarely nice out of the goodness of their hearts, they were far more likely to want something. Intense, frigid eyes stared suspiciously at the giant of a man as he asked her what would have been a normal question to most. "I wasn't given much of a choice, I'll put it that way. Just like I wasn't given much of a choice on whether to come here or not."
She was clearly guarded in her response, definitely not willing to divulge whatever her reasons were to someone she'd just met a mere couple hours ago. "Sorry," she decided to add in an attempt to have some tact, "I'm not the greatest at the whole telling my life story to someone I hardly know. I'm sure you're a nice guy and all but I've been wrong before. Thanks for the talk, though, and the ride here."
Whatever Roland's comment had triggered in her memories, it was evident she was uncomfortable over the matter, so much so that she hadn't even thought to throw his question right back at him. She was like a deer that'd been spotted in the middle of a forest clearing with no immediate place to hide. "Chat more on the way back, maybe? Or maybe I’ll spill my guts whichever night you decide to bust that keg out. I'd probably rather talk about it when there's a good chance I'd forget about it anyway."
Once out of the jeep, her attention had been naturally drawn toward the commotion of the tree being run into hard enough to knock it over. Upon the snobby custard eater informing her that driving was the least complicated thing his RV was capable of, she mentally filed the information away for possible use at a later time. "If driving's the least complicated thing it can do and it can't even get that right, I'm not sure I want to know what else it can do. Ever heard of learning to walk before you run? Actually, I think that's giving you and your vehicle a bit more credit than you deserve: how about crawling before standing."
It was then that Roland decided to try asking the angsty teenager to actually lift a finger for what was probably the first time in his life. The rather predictable response was HR's refusal to partake, the less predictable half of the response was his decision to crumble up a bill from his back pocket and throw it in Roland's direction as if they hadn't already gotten the memo he was a loaded t**t.
Without missing a beat, Justice left her tent temporarily unattended and half set up, deciding to venture over to the crumbled up bill. She'd seen him toss a second one at an unsuspecting brunette but she decided to approach the one he'd tossed toward her driving companion. Initially she just stood over it to quickly inspect it but after a few moments she picked it up in order to smooth it out as best she could prior to being crumbled. Her expression gave nothing away as she then calmly made her way inside the cabin in pursuit of the pathetically programmed RV owner that had 'dropped' it only to find him searching high and low for a spare outlet.
While he was preoccupied with searching, she quietly hocked a small loogie right into the middle of the bill and stalked up behind him. "Excuse me, lord of the crumpets," she said in the most convincing saccharine voice she could muster. "you dropped this outside." The instant the annoyed tea guzzling brat turned to face her, she smacked the bill in the middle of his forehead without warning. She then stood back and waited around to admire her handiwork and whether it would actually stick to his oversized forehead or not.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2018 5:33 pm
Location: Woods
Company: Tori After a much needed post-nap stretch and a satisfying yawn, Juniper scanned her surroundings for her new favorite human, and smiled when she found the flame haired girl standing by the jacuzzi. Tori was a relatively new student but for some reason, the two of them simply clicked... which was a total relief considering the redhead was her newly assigned roommate. And she was super glad Tori wasn't someone with the personality of a rock.
Thankfully, the two quickly bonded over quirky topics, coffee (yay Keurig!), and late night Netflix marathons. Now to add camping to the list.
With a smile on her face, June greeted the redhead and asked if she preferred to spend the weekend in a tent or the cabin. "Well let's look at the pros and cons, shall we? Tent lets us really get into the camping mood. Buuut, there are bugs, and critters, and we'll probably have to pee in a hole. But hey! Nature!" With exaggerated enthusiasm, she gestured toward the trees. Truth be told, June wasn't a huge nature freak. She definitely would rather sleep in a house with fully functional bathrooms and a speedy internet connection than snuggle up inside a sleeping bag outside in the middle of the woods. But seeing as this was a camping trip, she kind of felt obligated to sleep in a tent and get the full camping experience.
"This cabin, like you said, is really nice. And in here we'll get comfy beds and bathrooms and stuff. But downside is it won't feel very much like camping." But she wouldn't really be opposed to it if Tori decided to stay in the cabin. "No need to decide now though."
Letting the girl decide, June switched the topic to the fallen tree that had apparently been run over by an RV. It was a casual observation but the event did raise her curiosity. But what she didn't expect was how emotionally invested Tori was in the situation. Her brows rose in surprise when the redhead seemingly got herself worked up over the type of tree that was recently murdered by 'Mister Uptight-And-In-A-Hurry'.
"Um..." The blonde tilted her head to one side and stared curiously at her roommate. "I didn't realize you were such a tree enthusiast." She actually had no clue how to respond. "But, uh, maybe it'll become a new home for some little critters? Or... die and become fertilizer for other trees? I dunno."
She couldn't think of anything else to say so she shrugged it off and suggested they tour the camp grounds. And just like that, the quirky redhead bounced right back, grabbed her hand, and proceeded to drag the girl toward the woods. Whoa. What a whirlwind.
"You think they have mushrooms here?" She didn't specify what type, hoping the girl knew she was talking about the 'special' kind. "Also, who is that weird Brit? I think I saw him toss trash at the others." Little did she know the 'trash' was actually a hundred dollar bill.
She raised one hand and pushed a strand of blonde curls back from her face as she absentmindedly observed the woods. Then nonchalantly, she said, "More cuddling if we sleep in a tent. Gotta keep warm somehow."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2018 4:37 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Cabin
Thoughts: Ridin’ outThe car ride was pleasant enough, his passenger made the drive that much more interesting. The two of them exchanged some words, getting a feel for one another. Both appeared to have been orphans in some respect, “It was more like I was sold off to pay a debt.” he replied to her question. He could understand the bluntness behind it, she was trying to get a feel for him, and she was young. “Guardian s the wrong word to describe the man that raised me. if you want to call it raising. It was more like he was the piece of s**t that kept a roof over my head.”The big man talked about how he established his own dominance by knocking a few heads and stitching them back up. This elicited a bit of confusion from the young woman, who asked him just why it made sense to do something like that. He answered with succinct confidence, “Two reasons. First, much as I would love to just leave them battered and bruised, I was stuck with them. I didn’t get to choose who I was assigned with in my unit, they just stuck us together and we had to figure that s**t out. And frankly, joining the army was the first time I ever had a choice. So I wanted to make the most of it.”“Second, it made for good practice. I was a medica, I needed to learn how to mend a broken body, and who better than learn from the guys I trained with? Beats the hell out of shooting a pig and having to stitch that back together.”He took note of Justice’s retreat when he asked her about what lead her to the mansion. She became guarded, and he couldn’t blame her. Someone going through the foster system, they don’t exactly come out with a level of trust with the world. He nodded in understanding, he figured it best not to pry further. Getting out of the truck, he watched as the genius with the RV barrelled through and crash into a tree. He stood there, watching as the young man walk around like he owned the place, decidedly ignoring the man’s decision to throw a hundred in his direction. All the big man did was move away and start cutting away at the wood. Last thing he needed to deal with was an Oliver Twist talkin’ brat who thought money was the be all and end all. He made a decent stack of cut logs in short time, opting to get more of the stuff unloaded. He grabbed his camp gear, getting his tent out and starting set up. The tents the Army used were pretty good, but of course getting into private sector he had a much better selection. What normally would sleep six people was perfect for someone of his size, with maybe another guest. He set it up in a matter of minutes, this kind of thing coming natural to him from his time having to set up out in the field. Looking around he took in a deep breath of air, as he listened to the sounds of nature. Getting out the rest of the coolers, he grabbed a beer and popped it open with an armored claw, taking in a deep swig, “We ready to get started?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2018 8:37 am
Luci hadn’t gotten far inside of the cabin when there was a knock on the door. She turned, just about ready to go and answer it when the door opened and Mikaela entered the cabin as well. There was another man behind her, though she wondered if he would follow the brunette in through the now open door. She looked around the open space once again, “It looks nice enough.” She looked at the pair of them again.
Mikaela mentioned that someone was already getting them some firewood, and how she wanted s’mores. Luci smiled, having not had the sweet treat in a long time. Camping trips wasn’t something her family did. And they certainly did not include her after her powers had surfaced. “I can’t wait.” She knew that it would be a good idea to get her tent set up before it got too late, but she wanted to check out the cabin before then.
“If anyone goes foraging, it might be a good idea to let me taste test everything first.” She wouldn’t die from any poisonous berry or plant, but she definitely could tell the others what was safe to eat and what wasn’t. There wasn’t much she would be able to help with if someone did end up eating something dangerous before she could check. Her powers didn’t work that way.
With gloved hands, she searched through the cupboards in the kitchen, checking to see what they had at their disposal in the cabin. She was quite impressed to see that there was a decent amount of supplies and cookware for them. She could hear Harlan complaining already. She stood up from where she had been searching in the lower cupboards.
“Well, usually people come out here to get rid of their addiction and stress that comes from technology.” She shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t mind being out here. It wasn’t the nature part that made her nervous, it was the people part. “I’m going to assume that you’re sleeping inside.” Green eyes fell on the male, a brow curved just enough to leave the end of her statement as a bit of a question. Doubting he would say that he was roughing it outside like she was planning on doing.
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