<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>The Clubhouse<br/><strong>Time:</strong>8:45ish 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>Roxanne<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Heading Upstairs<br/><br/>Well, the riot act had been read, and the girls seemed to be well on their way to buddying up. So now was the time for Lise to go check in on brunch, make sure nothing had gone sideways- and see what had happened to Roxy. For all her sometimes adolescent mannerisms, Elf was perfectly capable of herding squirrels on her own for a little bit.<br/><br/>Slipping past a few of the chattering crowd, Kincaid made her way up the inside stairs, noting one tread that needed a little attention on the way, to the spacious and bright second floor of the main building. The view always got to her, out past the green and down the slope, the horizon suddenly interrupted by the next line of green peaks. She loved the Camp, and not only for the opportunities for pleasant companionship it gave her.<br/><br/>The buffet seemed in order. Several long tables were set out, covered with vinyl cloths and well-stocked with recyclable plastic plates and cutlery and cups; all the bottles of juice seemed to be there, she could smell the coffee. Bagels, check, cream cheese uh-huh, several kinds. Fruit, baked goods, et cetera. Looked as if the caterers had gotten it right this year.  Finally. But where was Roxy?<br/><br/>"Miss Meyer,"s he called out, quietly, and slightly teasingly. "Are you up here sleeping on the job?"