<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcSKGupkheBhsb31AkkncjWVK7b_J4v5ziQjGJmrKgtTIhSSo4Dh&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Evelyn Bailey<br/><strong>Player:</strong>Elizabeth Ecsed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp check in<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day one, 8:50 A.M.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>soft green dress with white dots, as pictured.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elf, Helen<br/><strong>Action:</strong>shyness, being someone else<br/><br/>Evelyn was fairly sure that the vivacious camp counselor was flirting with at least a couple of the girls. Shane, for sure. Lynn, almost certainly. And.... Evelyn herself? The little dirty blond woman did not expect to be anywhere near the top five of people who got flirted with at this camp. Both of the staff so far were gorgeous, as were several of the other campers. She could see something that was attractive about all the other ladies already. Privately, little Evelyn felt like she didn't stack up to any of them at all looks-wise. Not all of them were to her taste, but they were all beautiful and striking.<br/><br/>But it was certainly interesting that the older counselor seemed to be clearly admitting she had crushes on women. The shotgun approach to flirting definitely lessnened  the value of each individual compliment, because if everybody got flirted with, then it wasn't truly special. But Evelyn still did appreciate the woman's enthusiasm and kindness. So she increased her smile slightly, unable to change it from shyness, but it definitely reached her eyes more. "Oh, uhm, thank you. Yeah, I don't mind. A lot of people call me Bailey anyway. It's ok. Uhm, thank you. I appreciate it?" The small girl had to blush, never having the word adorable applied to her in a sentence ever. And of course being called cute flustered her.<br/><br/>The little violinist turned her attention back to her friend. Helen needed help. Evelyn could be somebody different, somebody not quite Evelyn Bailey for Helen. She could pretend to be somebody she wasn't entirely at all for her friend. Helen was that important, and deserved what happiness and security Evelyn could help her find. So she smiled and nodded. "Oh thank you. I'm looking forward to it.<br/><br/>Okay! I'll be cabin president then. I fully agree that recycling is essential. I think bedtime is optional depending on the person, but that quiet time is no later than 10 p.m., unless by mutual agreement, or if one person is outside of the cabin. Okay. Can you sleep with the lights on, or do you need it dark? I don't particularly care either way."<br/><br/>Smiling gently, rather lopsidedly, the little musician tried not to giggle at her best real-life friend. "I don't think we get to be a cool girl by worrying about being cool. Okay? I think we just do what makes us happy and the people who will like us walk with us after that. Does that make any sense?<br/><br/>I'll prepare any official statements we need. I embrace that duty as cabin president. But I think this is more the relax and have fun type of summer camp instead of something like the United Nations camp. I'm going to be highly surprised if anybody ever asks anything we need an official statement on. Okay?<br/><br/>I really do think it will be fine. My dad works for the senator. I'm sure I can gibberish up enough legalese to confuse anybody who asks any hard questions. Okay? Does that sound good?<br/><br/>I think we make a good team, and I'm looking forward to this. if you have any questions or suggestions please please let me know, okay Helen?"<br/><br/>Sure, she was smiling up at her lovely blonde nerd friend, but she was still a little bit twitchy, certain vocal tics giving away her anxiety for Helen. She really did want the other woman to be happy, and sharing a week in a cabin would help her sort out her complicated feelings and hopefully put a name to them.