<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ab/1b/dd/ab1bddea870374f1b6b590f684f4f350.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miss Lise Kincaid<br/><strong>Player:</strong>NowhereWoman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In her trailer, at her desk; then at the Clubhouse<br/><strong>Time:</strong>A bit afer 8:30 AM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>tight white shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c2/5f/94/c25f94e296042e9c38714bc31365f81c.jpg); Kinsey Lake t-shirt, nicely worn-in hiking boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Time To Make The Intros<br/><br/>Car tires crunched on gravel, doors opened and closed, voices called out.  Lise heard Elf do her intro spiel- the dear one was anything but quiet, at any time.  She hadn't heard Roxanne, which meant there was probably an issue with the welcoming brunch. Again.  While a lot of meals were cooked or at least assembled at the camp proper, a fair bit of it was also brought in by a catering place down the hill in the nearest town. It was a lucrative contract for them, and yet somehow, they always managed to fuck up the first day or so.  Then there was the year there was nothing vegetarian for the first-night barbecue; that had involved a little shouting on the telephone and a rapid run into the stop 'n rob in town.<br/><br/>Gathering up the informational packets, Lise grinned at the rules spelled out quite clearly on the first page.<br/><br/>-<strong>Proper attire is required at all times on Camp grounds.<br/></strong><br/>That one always tickled her, as 'proper' attire depended very much on what one was doing, now didn't it?<br/><br/><strong>-No person under the age of 21 will possess or consume alcohol on Camp grounds.</strong><br/><br/>That one, she tried to keep half an eye on. Possession being the greater part of the law, she always brought a private stash of beers and decent wine, far more than she could ever consume herself. Some of it lived in her trailer; the rest was quite obvious, ensconced in the snack fridge in the Clubhouse.  If someone helped themselves, well. She could hardly say who it was, could she?  As long as no one got sick or was clerly falling-down drunk, she chose to treat her girls like the adults they were. Mostly were, anyway.<br/><br/><strong>-Possession of weapons or controlled substances anywhere within the park, except for prescription drugs attested by a valid scrip, is strictly prohibited.</strong><br/><br/>The One Rule to...Rule them all.  For some things, anything went. Other things could be winked at.  Some shit simply did<em>not</em>fly.  A few times she'd had to confiscate knives that were a little too large to be considered pocket knives; exactly once she had caught a camper shooting up in one of the bathrooms. She'd shut the whole project down right then and there, and called up a bunch of VERY annoyed parents, ordering them to come and get their little darlings.  No, it wasn't fair to punish all of them. No, she didn't expect the young women to narc on one another. But she'd be God-damned if she was going to be treating an OD on the top of a mountain.  Pick the friends you travel with wisely, was the message, because their behavior can affect you as well.<br/><br/>Ahwell. Most years ran smoothly, and she could count on Elf to lay a certain amount of smack down, were it needed. The buck stopped with Kincaid, though and, for all her free-wheeling attitudes about many things, she took her job very seriously.<br/><br/>Dropping her sandalled feet to the floor, she stood up- not without a certain peasant pain- and stepped down out of her trailer, heading for the gathering.  "Welcome, ladies," she called out once she was in a reasonable non-shouting range of the front of the Clubhouse.  "If I could steal you from Galadriel for just one moment?"<br/><br/>Once she had their attention, she started passing around the welcome packets: Rules sheet, camp maps, health and safety warnings, schedule. "I'm Miss Lise, and I'm the Senior Counselor here on staff.  Mostly that means I know where everything is and where all the bodies are buried- or can be- and I can answer any questions that might come up. I'm also the Camp medical officer. You do NOT want to know what my remedy is for a hangover, so don't come crying to me, K?"<br/><br/>Hands clear of folders, she grinned, and put her fists on her hips.  "Mostly, it means I'm  here to help out, like Elf, and Roxy, who is still busy setting up the 'you just drove four hours and are starving' buffet up on the second floor.<br/><br/>"I'm not here to spy on you, to play mommy, or to boss you around. At worst, I'm your annoying big sister, who will be really verbal if you're being a jerk. Or, like, are about to get eaten by a bear, or something." With two fingers, she gestured at the folders each of the girls now held, and winked at Elf, who was rolling her eyes in the back at the pep talk. She'd heard an earlier version of it, several times. "Most of the rest of what you need to know is in there.  I don't know if any of you worked out roomie plans before you got here. We don't have enough cabins for everyone to bunk alone, but with just the nine of you, there's plenty of space. There are two four-bunks and five doubles."<br/><br/>Gesturing for Elf to come forward, she went on. "Gal will walk you over to the cabins- not like you could get lost between here and there, but fire safety means we have to know who ends up where. Please don't burn our cabins down, by the way. The Board gets pissy about stuff like that.  Get yourselves sorted out, let Elf know who's sleeping with whom, then come on back, and come upstairs for some food.  Tonight's the big 'hey, you made it here' barbecue, so please remind me, Elf, or Roxy if you have dietary concerns." God willing, there would be enough eggplant and soy burgers and whatever.<br/><br/>Finally, she gave them the last rule: "Please be respectful, of each other and the Camp itself. Other than that, this week is for you all to kick back, relax, and go a little crazy before you scatter to the next stages of your lives."  God, that sounded pompous. The fact that it was true...really didn't help.