20 November 2009 @ 09:10 pm
[Somewhere, like the boys' showers, there is a girly shriek :|a]
 
 
20 November 2009 @ 09:04 pm
[though it's rather inconvenient by logical terms, there is now a table set up in the middle of the camp with a number of different devices, a computer that has a webcam function (built in naturally), and a box of items on it. normally, it would seem to be what you'd expect from a rather unusual advice booth, but there isn't a pair of people sitting behind it. instead, there's a woman standing in front of it, dressed warmly with a pair of rubber gloves. someone might notice that she has her camp issued shotgun sticking out of her pocket.

near her, someone might notice two things: the horde of zombies lurking around, the first two or three in a good line, the rest scattered, and a man who looks rather young standing a bit away from things, who's paying a fair bit of attention]

I don't understand. It's possible that the lack of flow of blood to your brain would cause brain damage, but you are all still able to walk and form words. Why is it so difficult to line up so I can examine you?

[as one zombie steps toward her quickly, sweeping out an arm, she pulls out her gun and shoots it, the bullet smacking it in the arm while she's knocked off-kilter a little]

And that's just a warning.

[of course, Brennan has always been a little trigger happy]


(( ooc: Brennan and Sweets will be out in this post! Brennan will be slow due to occasional needs to research every other comment's content, but will be doing her best. that's along with the typical intro disclaimers. /o/ ))
 
 
20 November 2009 @ 06:12 pm
[In the middle of some clearing in camp where there's a sizable amount of snow, there is a snow-fort.

There are also people being pelted with snowballs coming from behind this snow-fort.

Where a former-country snickers before resupplying his ammo.]


((If you tag this post, there will a chance that you will be attacked via snowballs.

EDIT: OKAY, ATTENTION SPAN DIED SOMEWHERE. FEEL FREE TO MINGLE AND HAVE YOUR OWN WHACKY SNOWFIGHT HIJINKS WHILE I RECOVER))
 
 
21 November 2009 @ 10:08 am
[So. The lake. Gently luminescent, full of radiation and tentacle monsters ... something you wouldn't really want to go too near, right?

Well, that would be a shame because OH NOES. THE LAKE IS SPARKLING THREE BILLION TIMES MORE THAN IT NORMALLY DOES. YOU CAN PROBABLY SEE IT FROM SPACE.

What could possibly be the cause of this? Well, I imagine going to ask the two boys coming out of the lake (who are also sparkling) would give you some idea.]

...Percy, you left some lake on me.
 
 
20 November 2009 @ 06:33 pm
[LOUD MACHINE GUN FIRE IN THE WOODS]
 
 
20 November 2009 @ 12:53 pm
*When the clean-headed detective Emerson Cod arose this morning at 8 minutes, 47 seconds past the hour of 9 am, he expected the day to be like any other. After all, life in camp had become a sort of routine for the detective. Never one for rash action when that action was not leading to a monetary conclusion, Emerson Cod contented himself with whiling away the hours knitting little knick knacks, with the occasional paddy whack thrown in for good measure. However, this morning Emerson Cod would be distressed by the plaintive meows sounding somewhere from the direction of his roof. Unable to concentrate, the dour detective made his way outside to see what was the matter.

And what to his wondering eyes did appear... )

((World's latest intro? Maybe. In Emerson's canon, there are frequent narrations of events. I've carried this over in to the italics: feel free to somehow hear the narrator or not! Edit: I'm slow, but around all day!))
 
 
20 November 2009 @ 01:08 pm
[is aiming a snowball at a young girl, who ducks and makes it accidentally hit an unsuspecting teenager walking past]

Hey! Why did you do that?

Ahaha, sorry sorry! I was aiming for her!

But you missed~

Just you wait!

[...but now the kid's throwing one, not that he's great at aiming. duck/get snowball'd/JOIN THE WAR?]


[ooc: Annabelle/Liir is out for the night(!) and Chitose is now slooow due to class. Keep going and mingle! ETA: Aaaand Chitose's out now too. WILL PICK UP LATER ♥]
 
 
20 November 2009 @ 06:03 am
[Meanwhile, the center of Tomo and Axel's attention is reading a book in the library. He's surrounded by books, actually, one of which he's writing in himself.

Nnnnneeerrrrd]
 
 
20 November 2009 @ 05:00 am
[ you'll notice that some of the zombies are acting strange-- as in, removing-their-clothes-and-dipping-into-the-lake strange. Yes, they're skinny-dipping. Thankfully, this concerned citizen is watching nearby. ]

D-Don't! It's too dangerous!

[ ooc; sleep for Japan-- feel free to mingle! back LET'S GET IT STARTED-- LET'S GET IT STARTED IN HERE. ]
 
 
19 November 2009 @ 11:39 pm


ARE YOU SEXIER THAN THIS MAN?
THEN CAMP NEEDS YOU!


Come one, come all! Welcome, new counselors! You may be asking yourself the important questions about camp! What's that thing in the lake? Why shouldn't I eat on Tuesdays? Wait, I shouldn't eat on Tuesdays? Is she serious that I shouldn't eat on Tuesdays? If I ate this Tuesday, should I be worried?

YOU SHOULD! But that's not the point! The point is that you're forgetting the most important question of all, suckers! Who is the sexiest person in this goddamn camp? Well, you're lookin' at her! But don't give up hope yet! You can still have SECOND place! You could steal it out from that sexy Roy Mustang's perfect nose and magnum dong, if only you'd get DISCOVERED! All you need is a little self-promotion and you'll be winning those polls like nobody's business except mine and Axel's!

If you think you've got what it takes, step right up and let us judge you like a piece of meat! Who knows? You could be the next CAMP FUCK YOU DIE STAR!


(( MY GOD FOLKS

ETA 2 TOMO HAS TO DROP FOR A WHILE, I will pick up later! ♥ Axel is slow but TRUCKIN' ALONG OUT FOR THE NIGHT, KIDS ))
 
 
19 November 2009 @ 08:28 pm
[for all you late night types--there's a new! cart down on a path near the lake. it says COFFEE very prominently on the front and has a very confused man standing behind it, reading the note attached to his new apron.]

This is not what I meant when I said "career change."

[intro, you know the warnings, go.

eta: slowing down. will pick up tomorrow if I pass out before replying]
 
 
19 November 2009 @ 09:09 pm
Alright, I've given this place the once-over. Everything looks terrible, but that's about what I expected from the outside. So what I need now is a good cup of tea and directions out, yeah?

The faster we can get this done, the sooner you get to go back to whatever you were doin', I promise.



((YOU HAVE BEEN LOVELY AND I LOVE YOU LOTS but i am dead inside, make me thread again tomorrow \o\))
 
 
19 November 2009 @ 07:29 pm
[You thought you were safe. When suddenly a mysterious tune starts playing and a herd of monsters appear from the edge of the woods.

What do you do? )

WHAT DO YOU DO?]

((JOIN ME IN #finalboss! ALSO PEOPLE WHO OFFERED TO HELP ME OUT, PLEASE DO COME. The monsters will do as much damage as you want them to do. SHIT JUST GOT SERIOUS... 8D! OH RIGHT. This is Shigure, now pretend you're surprised. ETA: Friendly neighborhood Azel ♥ bowed out, so I'll be doubly slow guys. I AM SLEEPING, but Turkey is your new Rainbow bunchie. Loev Turkey ♥ and now Turkey is starting to pass out, PICKING UP TOMORROW ♥))
 
 
19 November 2009 @ 06:52 pm
[Today in Camp, there is a giant sign, and standing in front of it is a lady. She reads it out loud]

The south will rise again? I hope that doesn't mean what I think it means.

(ooc; In this post, characters can only speak in innuendo. Have at it!)
 
 
20 November 2009 @ 01:00 pm
[With the blizzard over and the snow starting to melt, Anya is taking this chance to indulge in the last of the snow until the next snow storm. Gathering a large amount of snow up, she throws it into the air!

...and with a wet smack, it lands on the face of a person sludging behind her.]

Graaagh!

Ah! I'm so sorry, I-- oh, it's just you Dimitri.

Why is it always "just me?"
 
 
19 November 2009 @ 03:12 pm
[There is a girl boy who, despite the coming winter chill, is training outside with a sword.

...Shirtless.]


I think I get why guys do this all the time!


[ooc: Itachi and Neji are fiends, and I love them :( ♥

ETA passing out, will pick up old/new threads tomorrow!]
 
 
19 November 2009 @ 12:09 pm
[ITP: EXPLOSIONS

Down by the barrier there are several large snake-like monsters and a Kamen Rider attacking full out. They aren't getting anywhere but they sure are creating a scene. Do you investigate?]


((Reaction to Tsurugi's and Kivat's drops. [info]pechapechapecha will also be out in this post--if anyone would like to be attacked by one of Taiga's minions just put that somewhere in the comments \o. Otherwise the monsters will ignore watchers in favor of the barrier

Edit: break for classes! Be back in a couple hours back!))
 
 
19 November 2009 @ 06:21 pm
[TONIGHT, IN THE MESS HALL: MEAT. Oh, god, the meat. Tables piled high with meatballs and steak and sausage rolls and lamb and beef and no vegetables in sight. Not even a decorative carrot or two. :(

... Hope you're hungry!]

(( I'll be in and out, but here is your ~*~AUSSIE HOUR POST~*~ ))
 
 
18 November 2009 @ 05:56 pm
[Tonight, a new (re)arrival to camp is sitting in the mess hall, playing with his laptop and minding his own business, until the following pops up on his screen:

How many baboons could you take in a fight? (armed only with a giant dildo)


And look, Camp's network has decided that everyone needs to know about his quiz results! So an announcement is popping up on your laptops, too!]





[...yeah i don't know. Typed threads or in person are fine. \o/ Post your results, too!!
Edit derp, attention span. will pick up in a bit.]
 
 
18 November 2009 @ 08:46 pm
[It is a quiet night in camp. (Unless someone it exploded a toaster again, but over in this part it is fairly silent and without mayhem, for the moment.) All there is the black of the night, the gentle snow fall, and the crunch of snow underneath a woman's heeled shoe. . . Until she pauses and takes a picture of the scene.]

There. . . That was a lot harder than I thought it would be.