[Has just finished taking care of one or two errant zombies who wandered too close to camp.]

Well, kids, it looks like we've all got a job to do here and apparently messy consequences for not punching into work on time. So how about that first lesson?

Thanks to some really helpful campers, I'm already caught up on the zombies, barrier, viruses, Tuesday soup, the ever-classy lady of the lake and those fucking special rules. Actually, more like no fucking special rules, right? So now that we've cleared up all those small-time mysteries, it's time to move onto the big enchilada, say thankya.

Who knows where can I get a damn cheeseburger?


((ooc: Laaaate intro is late. Usual warnings and all that jazz.))

[You notice a young woman pinning a piece of paper to the frame of the entrance to the cafeteria. One closer inspection, the paper reads:

OFFICE SPACE NEEDED

An advertising start-up is looking for a place within camp to set up shop.

Space requirements: room for two employees and two desks, and maybe a zombie secretary. Room for a liquor cabinet also desired, if available.

We will be a busy office, but generally quiet and clean.

Please send suggestions to: Peggy Olson, Camp Activities Promoter.]



[Edit1: Break time! Back later.]

[so today in camp, blah blah piles of wood, nails, etc. and one seven-and-a-half foot cyborg wearing a speedo in the snow.]

So I'm doin' my job today. What needs fixing around here?

[ooc: Franky can construct and demolish about anything! So this is a good time to ask for cabin fixups and whatnot. ♪

EDIT: STUFF GOING ON TONIGHT, BE BACK TOMORROW. ♥]

[There is a big, blinking sign saying 'Truth or dare' ~somewhere in Camp~. You may just be compelled to play.]

A game?

((I'll be here for a while, you guys know the drill: Mingle! Jump!))

[so tiny you might miss him completely]

. . .

[Except for the tsunstorm that is to come]

((taking a break. Will pick up later))

[down by someplace which is not the center of camp but is still relatively easy to access, where the watermelons grow, there is a Greek-style temple that looks very nice until you notice the part where it's a bouncy castle, holy moley. And there is a teenage boy doing flips in it.

tl;dr: there is a bounce house, come and play in it]

[there's a table with a large basket of gingerbread cookies, at which two men are chained stuck. There's a banner pinned to the table that reads:

Glutton-Consumer Meet and Greet
In honor of Black Friday]

The lack of sugar in these baked goods is like the lack of true spirit in the overcommercialization of the very holiday they're traditional for. I like them.

[nibbles on one] Figured you would. Still taste powdery though.


[ooc: There are "GLUTTON" and "CONSUMER" tags! They automatically show up on people fitted to them.

Edit: Schuldig's out for tonight, but Farf will still be around to tag o/]

[what a lovely thanksgiving! now camp can settle into a quiet holiday period celebrating peace and harmony and goodwill to all men. sprawled across a bench whose snow has been hurriedly wiped off, an emo kid watches the early darkness for any sign of stars.

and tries to ignore the line of zombies, lining up nearhy with knives and forks and napkins.]

... the buffet's closed.

( Rather belated solo intro for Araragi. Please see here if you're afflicted by curses, oddities, or the nastier side of spiritual stuff. Edit - Araragi will be picking up tomorrow. )

[A phone is ringing. If you are near a phone, it's ringing continuously, if you have a cellphone, it's ringing, if your laptop is on a little phone icon has popped up. In fact, even if you were quite sure you didn't have a phone, well, now there's one near you.


If you pick up you hear a very familiar voice. It's yours.]


(ooc: Mini-event! If you answer the phone, something will happen to your character. The phone is full of subliminal/hypno/persuasive mojo. And there will be a second post related to this event tomorrow or Sunday!

For more info stop by #laughingsheep or ping AJ on irc

SLOWING DOWN.)

[from the direction of the library is a loud CRASH (rather like the sound of a cage being knocked onto the ground and breaking) and then the sounds of snapping and growling and ripping paper.

( IMAGINARY CUT )

hopefully someone who knows how to deal with these will round them up... Or, you know. Watch as they take over camp via paper-cuts.]


((erm. I DIDN'T MEAN TO RUN THIS POST talk about the monster books with each other, guys. I'll be in and out @@))

[How do you greet the dawning of the day? There is one har standing on a hilltop overlooking the lake facing the sunrise, his eyes closed against the cold winds and his cloak pulled tightly around him. He obviously thinks he's alone, but doesn't really seem to care if he's not. What's he doing exactly?

Singing. Singing to the morning in a strong clear voice filled with longing and unhappiness and determination. It's a song of Celtic origins, though whether he knows that or not is debatable. He just knows the words of Siúil A Rúin and shares them with the dawn.]

[shooting zombies.

in one of those arcade machines with guns. she's kicking ass at it]


[ooc: Mingle. there are arcade machines with fake coins and stuff and a free spot beside Jo.]

[wearing a manly t-shirt in the chilly weather and eating a manly sandwich full of meat. how's your macho posturing coming along today?]

[There is a poof in the mess hall and where a masked man once was is now a bird with a blinking sign hovering above him that reads "EAT ME"]

I fuckin' knew this would happen.

((...alright, so maybe Turkey had a bit too much turkey today, will be slow ETA and it's getting to me, so calling it a night, WILL PICK UP TOMORROW!))

[Outside of the gingerbread cabin there's a guy staring at it. Contemplatively. . .]

Help a brother out, here. Anyone got some turkey?

[In this post there is a girl in a pink dress with flowing chestnut hair. She is carrying a basket of brightly-colored flowers and riding a shining golden bird through the snow.]


Oh, excuse me! Would you like to buy a flower?


[IS THIS MARY SUE Y/N]

((OOC: and I'm out for the night. o/))

[THERE IS A BANNER.]

"Today's secret ingredient is ...

LEFTOVER TUESDAY SOUP!"






... wait, what?!

[on your computer screens is suddenly flashing this following notice]

A handy notice from your friendly neighborhood network administrator!

Number 1: If the network is screwing up more than usual it's because I'm kicking its ass. Again. Don't be alarmed; it's only temporary! If you have any complaints about the downtime direct them to my lovely assistants

Numero 2: I just put in the beta version of an interactive help program for all your questions and troubleshooting when I can't be found. I call him mini-me! To activate him just say "Help me Harper; you're my only hope!" Or you could just type in /run Mini-me but where's the fun in that?

Harper out!

((Most replies will be typed and/or the interactive "mini-me" which he's programmed to talk and act like himself... more or less. It'll appear as a hologram and/or a slightly staticy image on screens. Vegeta will be around in person and Tyr will be about online to respond to "complaints" also

Edit: I overestimated my wakefulness. Will pick up tomorrow!))

Hello, Camp.

I, Katakura Kojuurou, have been assigned here as a "dragon-sitter". If you could direct me to where a dragon is, I would appreciate the generosity.

(( -- OH RIGHT. standard intro warnings, slow as a whale.

EDIT Going to bed, picking up after school! ♥ ))