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</div></span><br/><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><a class="username" data-user-id="4238" data-username="sloane" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4238/">sloane</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="8580" data-username="sycamoresyndicate" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8580/">sycamoresyndicate</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Looking at Trixie's hand, the blond took it with a smile, "Nice to meet you, Trixie. Nicholas Mstislav, but my friends call me Nico." He disembarked the bus after her, joining the large group of people standing around listening to one of the counselors give their speech. So...this was the best money could buy, huh? The camp looked pretty spacious, and was nestled in a nice area. If the cabins were roomy and the food was good, Nicholas would be considerably impressed. He listened to the speech to a certain extent, mostly taking in what would be their surroundings for the next six weeks. He, personally, was more concerned with who he'd be rooming with, and getting to know them. When a voice was calling out after the counselor asked if there were any questions, Nicholas wasn't all that surprised to see who it belonged to--the blonde from a few minutes ago. She seemed excited enough when they'd arrived, and given her enthusiasm, it'd only make sense she had some questions about everything. At least <i>someone </i>did, lest the next few seconds consist of an awkward silence.<br/>
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Ceres looked to the blonde when she spoke up, eyebrows raising as she listened to the question. "Oh, absolutely!" She nodded, smiling at her before motioning behind her and the rest of the counselors, "These first three days will be all about getting acclimated and becoming closer with your cabin-mates! We don't want anyone getting burnt out before they've even started!" Clearing her throat, Ceres clapped her hands again, "Excellent question though, and a great segue into a few of my next points..." After she looked over at them, the counselor on the end was passing her a clipboard, which she started to flip through before looking back at the group. "Lights out is 9pm on weekdays, and 10pm on weekends, and while hiking is encouraged, please <i>always </i>take one or more people with you in the event of any accidents! This is the wilderness, and while some of you may have experience out here, that isn't going to apply to all of you! We'd hate to cut this short because someone fell down a ravine or contracted poison ivy!"<br/>
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Truthfully, Ceres doubted any of these kids knew how to make a fire or separate drinking water from water that would kill you. They were the children of the richest people in their respective fields (with kids, of course), and the idea of any of them having to 'rough it' even once in their lives was hilarious to her. Regardless, she wasn't being paid to voice her own opinions, so she returned to the first page of the clipboard and started again. "If you have any concerns about yourself or a fellow camper, come talk to any of us--" she motioned to herself and the other counselors with a smile, "--at any time day or night, and we'll be more than happy to help you! We're here to guide you all and make this an enriching six weeks. Moving on...the mess hall closes at 8pm, but we have two vending machines there full of goodies if you're having a late night study session and need a snack, and all the cabins have a small kitchenette! If there's anything you might've forgotten to bring, don't worry, Camp Gifford should have whatever you need. Now! Onto room assignments..."<br/>
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Most of the group seemed to perk up at what was arguably the most important part of these announcements, many of them undoubtedly hoping that they'd get placed with people they liked or even knew from college. Miles didn't care who he was place with as he had no friends here, he just didn't want them to be annoying. The counselor cheerily went through the cabin-mates for Douglas House, Ponderosa House, and Sitka House before he heard his name called out. "Hemlock House will be for the following campers; Karlee Adoniyah, Miles Ampelios, Trixie Baxter, Quinn Hurst, Annalise Moore, Nicholas Mstislav, Ricky Santiago, and Theo Zerach! Due to the fact all the cabins weren't built at the same time, some of them are larger or smaller than others, though not in a way that is extremely noticeable. They're all still luxury cabins. However, while some cabins like Sitka House will be housing twelve to fourteen campers, others like Hemlock House can only fit eight so things can stay spacious."<br/>
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Miles sighed softly, slightly thankful that he was placed in a smaller cabin with less people. That meant less people to force conversation with or have to share a space with. It seemed even to him, too, half those names sounded like chicks and the other half sounded like dudes. So long as his bathroom mates weren't unhygienic, he'd be fine with the set up. After getting through the rest of the cabins, the counselor was handing the clipboard back to person originally holding it, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention. "If you're uncertain about your placement, or think your name wasn't called, come talk to a counselor. Other than that, we don't have anything else to tell you all right now. Once it's dinnertime we'll touch base on a few more things. Feel free to grab your luggage after we unlock the doors, head to your cabin and start unpacking!"<br/>
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The six counselors all moved towards the busses then, one or two to each, unlocking the side door and carefully pulling out everyone's luggage and setting it on the ground or passing it to them when they came to grab it. Once all the luggage was off the busses and the counselors confirmed no students or lost belongings were still on board, the bus doors were closed and all four pulled out of the lot and drove off, disappearing around the bend.<br/>
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Nicholas was one of the first people to grab his things, a larger duffle bag than the other he had with him, before heading to Hemlock House, climbing the steps to the cabin and nudging the door open with his foot. Looking inside, he let out a breath, laughing to himself. "If this is what they consider small, I'd love to see the other cabins..." He mused, walking further inside. The living room was <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F6a%2Fa7%2F57%2F6aa757a029ff2f051133354fadbdeea4.jpg&amp;hash=d1e5cb432f224ab9775311ea89b48fad" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/a7/57/6aa757a029ff2f051133354fadbdeea4.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">pretty spacious</a>, almost no walls were in sight, creating an open floor plan and making the room feel more breathable. One wall to the left was lined with windows, and the center of the room had two large sofas, an oak coffee table sitting in the middle. Further to the back, Nicholas noticed an oven, fridge, and sink, a door leading out to what looked like a small deck was there as well. It wasn't as big as his own home, not by a long shot, but it was bigger than he'd anticipated. There were even tables by the windows for what he assumed studying, and lots of shelves with books. They really thought of everything...<br/>
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Upstairs, there were only two doors on one side of the hallway, the other side had a wooden railing that overlooked the living room. At the end of the hall, there was a smaller set of stairs that, should one head up, would reveal a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F6a%2F44%2F8f%2F6a448f117ef5c271840ec4b074471ce9.jpg&amp;hash=c96a8bca01de9e95dfb6afb1eaaf3eed" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/44/8f/6a448f117ef5c271840ec4b074471ce9.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">small hideaway</a> with a couch and window that overlooked the campground. Nicholas didn't go that far up, stopping at one of the two doors, turning the knob and pushing it open after setting one of his duffle bags down, grabbing it again as he entered. The middle of the room was a slightly narrow walkway, one that two people could possibly walk down at once, and at the end there was a green door leading to what he assumed was the bathroom. <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F26%2F64%2F66%2F2664668c280587fc6ecdb920a0843e8f.jpg&amp;hash=6b4abd42ea24373d015fc93c44c98ac0" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/26/64/66/2664668c280587fc6ecdb920a0843e8f.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">There were four beds in total in the room</a>, a large shelf under each one for any belongings to be stored in. Overall it was...cozy, in a way that Nicholas didn't think he was going to like, but longer he stood in there, the more it grew on him. Hopefully his fellow cabin-mates would agree to just separate the rooms by gender, it'd make things much easier. Speaking of, he set his bags on the bed closest to him, walking back out the door, he thought he heard more people coming in.</span>