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camppetoskey2018-05-31 11:03 pm
INTRODUCTION
A sound wakes you up, muffled yet somehow near - the sound of a trumpet being played, from somewhere outside the building you're in. There's no fog, no headache as you greet a new day - only the confusion of being in an unfamiliar cabin, lying on top of an unfamiliar bunk bed in somewhere that is certainly not where you last closed your eyes. You're also pretty sure you weren't wearing this outfit before you somehow arrived here - so that's an uncomfortable thought. Yet, the cabin you're in is comfortable, but looking in the steamer trunks near the bunks will only result in finding normal toiletry items and sets of underwear and more of the same strange uniform. Your personal items have been stripped away - well, in the cases they're not absolutely essential for you to live.
Stepping outside, you find yourself in a very forested (and ungodly humid) area, outlooking a wide lake - there's cabins and other buildings next to yours, but the main thing that'll most likely attract attention are the three adults standing out in front of the largest building, bearing the name 'LODGE' on it in large letters. A woman, an older man, and a man in full priest garb, tooting away on a trumpet - your wakeup call, apparently. Just in front of them is a picnic table littered with markers and 'MY NAME IS' nametags.
Maybe you should go and demand some answers? Or will you just decide to explore...and try to find a way out of this weird camp?
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... I gotta believe dey can bring me comrades. Dat's all I can do, personally. If we stuck here anyway... if I'm bein' honest, I ain't got nowhere I got to go back to, since I think it was, uh. Destroyed. An everybody's... dead. But us six, countin' me.
[ He looks a little sheepish, mentioning that. And a little sad. ]
You know what I think? I think dis all some big fancy scheme. It smells bad to me. Jus'... dunno how I can tell. But it smells.
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[He can kind of understand the sentiment, actually, even if calling it kidnapping ends up sounding completely out of place in this context. In some ways, kidnapping people back home to a place like this could be a blessing -- on the surface. But he's not sure, because the devil you know is... at least the devil you know how to handle.
He doesn't really want his team here. He doesn't entirely have a choice, either.]
I know what you mean, though. About the scheme.
[It's said slow, still thoughtful. Nothing here fits together quite right.]
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[ It's kinda... all he's got man. ]
... Don't really like de situation. Feels like we're bein' gated off for some reason. Like dey almost waitin' for de otha shoe to drop. I dunno what dat means, though... it's so frustratin'. How de heck we s'posed to just enjoy each other's company when we all kidnapped like dis?
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[In his case, the threat back home is less dire or immediate -- at least that he knows of -- but yeah. He knows what it's like, to have people you need to be okay above almost anything else. That's part of his uneasiness for being here, and if Cielo needs to cling to that, then he'll do what he can to help.]
This place is isolated, isn't it? [at least, that's the way it feels, even with all these people and the living things here; Lenka really... doesn't know what the world looks like, in a place like this, so he has to ask] And I don't think I believe whatever they're saying about... about summer camp. It's impossible for all this to just be for enjoying.
[At least, for their enjoyment. He doesn't know much about the cliches of sticking people together in isolated situations, but he doesn't really have to.]
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[ He's quiet for a moment. Like he's trying to grab something on the fringes of his memory. ]
De... amusement park. I... I think. Dis... don't really look like dat.
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[Yeah, he's never actually been to a working one, but he's... been to an abandoned one?
It turns out amusement parks are considerably less amusing without any power running, but they do make great places to camp out, and aren't bad for distractions when you really need them.
He pulls himself away from that memory as best he can.]
I think that's something different. If this is a camp, then... [he knows camping, it's just] Maybe they want us to survive out here.
[Except that's not even remotely related to enjoyment back home?? Oops.]