<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">DAY ONE, DAYTIME:  C'EST ARRIVE</span></strong></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><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 bed, in her trailer<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:30 AM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Not a damn thing<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elf<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Wakey-Worky<br/><br/><br/><br/><em>Beepbeep. Beepbeep. Beepbeep.</em><br/><br/>"Mrrrr?" Someone's legs were tangled with hers, keeping Lise from moving enough to shut off the alarm.  Muzzily, she recovered her hand from a the soft curve of a breast, brushed mingled red and black hair out of her eyes, and blinked a few times.  Oh, right.  Elf was back. Back at her camp, as a staffer this time; back in Kincaid's bed, as if she'd never left.  A certain pleasant soreness here and there reminded her how little her friend had changed over the last few years- still playfully rough.<br/><br/>But if Elf was here- "Ack!"  With a heave, she regretfully disengaged herself the rest of the way from the warm weight at her side, then lightly swatted some accessible curve or other, flicking a fingernail against a distractingly perky nipple.  A less gentle swing of her hand silenced the mechanical timekeeper.  She really should know better by now than to party the night before Arrival Day, but being incapable of saying 'no' had always been one of her major weaknesses.<br/><br/>"Up!," she ordered, though with her lips against the young woman's ear, it was more the volume of a gentle suggestion.  "Coffee. Food.  Clothes. That order.  The new girls will start arriving in a bit over an hour, and you and Roxanne need to be ready to check them in."<br/><br/>Her lover of the evening opened one eye and made some sort of incoherent sound.  "None of that- me boss, you go-fetch-girl.  The wonders of the capitalist system."  She wasn't so cruel, however, that she didn't slither off the queen-size pad that took up the entire rear width of the trailer and move forward to the kitchenette to start the coffee.  It was a cool morning, and peering around the curtains the Senior Counselor could see that was still some mist hovering in the treetops. But it would get hotter later, she was sure. In more ways than one.<br/>