<div class="floatleft">(https://www.picclickimg.com/00/s/MTYwMFgxMTAz/z/oL0AAOSwp-RaZ4Ek/$/Geeky-Glasses-Clear-Lens-Geek-Nerd-Cosplay-Chunky-_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Helen Lambert<br/><strong>Player:</strong>PassionateDesire<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Check-In Location<br/><strong>Time:</strong>About 8:30 a.m., Day 1<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>T-shirt (https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.14246473.8581/ra,kids_tee,x900,000000:44f0b734a5,front-pad,750x1000,f8f8f8.u1.jpg) (White with black print), pirate pants and white shoes (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2318/5473/products/IMG_4347_720x.jpg?v=1589641850)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Arriving<br/><br/>As Helen's mom drove the Bentley Bentayga down the path through the forest Helen was busy making plans on the back seat. At this moment she was going through her one of her lists. Because of her involvement at the math tutor program at her school, she had little time preparing the trip so Helen was forced to go through everything at the last possible moment and make sure things were in order, as they should be. Helen liked things when they matched up. It gave her the feeling that she could only imagine that other people would get if they went sky jumping or climbed a mountainside. Helen was so focused in her work that she only gave her mom some soft grunts as a conversational placebo in order to confirm she had heard to the well-meant advice that her mother was giving her right now. "Don't just read books all the time, you hear? Remember to ask about how the other girls are, try to interact, okay?".<br/>Helen had a perfectly fine agreement with her mother where the mother would do most of the talking and advice sharing as long as Helen didn't have to follow any of it. This worked out fine for Helen.<br/><br/>Just as Helen had finished checking up if she had brought the right amount of socks with her the car stopped and Helen looked outside of the window and put her Ipad down in its assigned place in the bag pack. Helen had been at many camps her entire life. There were chess camps, math camps, spelling spree camps. This was just one out of many so she didn't really feel nervous as she stepped outside with her blue backpack and her guitar over her shoulders. There were the obligatory farewells with the complimentary hugs and then Helen was on her own as the Bentley drove off again down the dusty path. Helen polished her glasses and put them back on again and scouted the area. She had seen the area on top from google map and she had remembered all of the paths and the special places beforehand so Helen knew the right way towards the clubhouse. Helen could also see other girls walking on the path ahead of her. The area was, of course, know for its diverse flora and bug life. Helen had her hoped to find an exemplary of the Berlandiera lyrata or if she was lucky she might even see an owl or two. How knows what luck she might have on this adventure.