Yay camp!

[modofthehat]

WHO: Everyone going to camp
TONE: Yay camp!
RATING: PG to account for swearing
WHEN: 22 to 23 July
WHERE: All over camp
WHAT: First two days of camp! Time to get settled in and explore what's around.
STATUS: ONGOING

The camp isn't too different from any other camp. Cabins where people will stay, a space for a bonfire, a nearby lake for everyone to swim in, and of course, a thick morning mist all around the camp, because it's pretty early in the morning.

Still! There's stuff to do already. Those beds won't assign themselves, nor will those bags unpack themselves. Like it's just been said, there's no marked beds, so it's up to each and every one of you to work out the sleeping arrangements yourselves.

But once you're done, you're free to roam around, take a swim, climb a tree, explore the woods, and other assorted camp activities you do when you have free time.

Have fun kids!

Comments

[rule_britannia]

It's a figure of speech, Stark.

[But look at that, there's no sarcasm in his voice. He just sounds.. a bit bored]

'Suckered in' isn't the phrase I'd use. More 'taking the opportunity to escape from the house'. William's getting cocky now he's graduated and I don't care for how he's abusing magic now he can use it outside of school.

[arrogantalloy]

Brothers must be fun, to deal with. Especially when you seem to be some fleshy and scruffy punching bag.

Guess being on my own isn't bad at all. When comparing it what I hear anyway.

[Tony shrugs]

So where are you planing on bunking? A terrarium? Maybe under some rock?

[Grins, can't help but make snake jokes at him]

[rule_britannia]

'Fun'. Yes. Fun is precisely what it is.

[Pardon Arthur while he rolls his eyes forever]

... Oh, snake jokes. How very droll. Actually I have a bed, would you believe it. This snake prefers the finer things in life.. and not being stuck inside glass boxes.

[arrogantalloy]

Hey, if I want. I can get more creative. Believe me, I can go on all month.

[rule_britannia]

Indulge me.

[arrogantalloy]

We have a whole week stuck in deliverance country. You really want me to go all out now?

Just curl up and wait, or you'll lose too much heat.

Anyway, so where you sleeping then? Stolen a cabin with Bruce?

[Smirks, accurate or not, Tony still enjoyed teasing people he caught flirting with each other.]

[rule_britannia]

Somehow I don't think there's any danger of losing heat in this place.

[At the question, his expression flickers and he looks annoyed for a moment]

I haven't seen Bruce yet, though the bane of my existence has claimed the bunk above mine.

[arrogantalloy]

Oh? And who's the lucky gryffindor that's inspired this reaction?

[Tony looked suddenly very interested]

[rule_britannia]

[Instant suspicion]

... What makes you think it's a Gryffindor?

[arrogantalloy]

[Gives him an easy look]

You're a Sylthern who said "The bane of my existence". Don't need to be a genius to figure out that two and two make four.

[rule_britannia]

I'm sure I've already told you that I don't care for house bias. Outside of the usual, that is.

[He shakes his head and scowls]

Though you're right, in this instance. His name is Alfred Jones.

[arrogantalloy]

Well, personality groups means that you guys are going to clash more.

Name's familiar, though. I don't think we've actually felt the need to talk to each other.

[rule_britannia]

He doesn't seem like he'd be your type of person anyway.

[arrogantalloy]

What are you talking about? Everyone's my type. It's more I'm not everyone's type.

[rule_britannia]

He's an idiot.

[arrogantalloy]

So's Thor. We're still friends.

[Shrugs at this information]

[rule_britannia]

It's a special kind of idiocy.

After five years he's still sneaking up on me despite the fact he gets hurt every time he does it.

[arrogantalloy]

[His eyebrow raises again and he has one of those slow creeping smirks as he makes an assumption]

Oooooh?

[rule_britannia]

... What are you looking at me like that for?

[arrogantalloy]

Me? Oh no reason. Just, you know. Mazel tov, and all that.

[Still smirking]

[rule_britannia]

...

[Blank look]

... What?

[arrogantalloy]

Mazel Tov? It's yiddish for congratulations, or good luck. Something like that. They say it at weddings in any case.

[rule_britannia]

Oh.

[He frowns]

That thing that you're implying? It's not a thing. Stop it.

[arrogantalloy]

Okay, sure. You're not ready to 'see' it yet. That's cool. It's not like it's going to effect me in any way.

[He shrugs]

[rule_britannia]

[Nope. Nope, not going to let you get to him]

He's rather more interested in my cousin. She can have him. They'll make a lovely couple while they fall into mutual black holes of stupidity.