<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fc/c1/84/fcc18419328a98505cd9b01cfb53acb7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lynnette Lang<br/><strong>Player:</strong>GnothiSeauton<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Check-In Location  --->  Clubhouse breakfast party<br/><strong>Time:</strong>~9:00 a.m., Day 1<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black sweatshirt, shorts.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Eating<br/><strong>Content Flags:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>A smile came, polite and friendly, when Elf complimented her eyes.  Softly she nodded in thanks, before more girls came forward, and more compliments were passed out, before she had once again settled into the back of the crowd.<br/><br/>She listened in quietly to all the conversations taking place around her.  The flirting.  The organizing of who was going to be sleeping with whom and where.  The general awkwardness of it all in her mind, playing out around her in a whimsical, lighthearted fashion.  She felt the familiar sense of being a tad out of place once again settling into the depths of her mind, a feeling that was a bit odd.  Fitting in and relaxing with the crowd had never been a problem before, but this time…  Lynn was on the fence.  A part of her was wondering how she was going to get through the little sojourn into the wild lake country.<br/><br/>Thoughts trailed off with the arrival of the camp counselor.  Dark eyes watched the athletically inclined woman move up to the front of the pack of girls, flashing a warm smile as the packets were dished out and introductions were made.<br/><br/>Lynn briefly glanced through the folder.  A part of her was tempted to stuff the thing into the depth of her duffle bag, never to be retrieved again.  Who needed a folder of what would probably be useless information when you could get out and explore that shit for yourself out in the wild?  But no.  Lynn kept the folder wrapped up with her t-shirt as the girls began to make their way to the welcoming lunch.<br/><br/>She hauled herself up the steps and into the clubhouse.  Her eyes surveyed the catered spread that had been put out before them, and Lynn could not help but to feel her stomach rumble in appreciation.<br/><br/>Down the table, Lynn found a quiet little spot where she stowed her bag and went to eat.  Bagels, fruits, all that shit was bypassed for the real goods.  Bacon.  Sausage.  Eggs.  Cheesy, gooey fucking eggs.  She was on vacation, or as close to vacation as she was going to get.  Diets and nutrition could wait until she got back, she mused to herself, as she took her plate and lounged back in her seat.  Relaxed and at ease with the surroundings around her, as if nothing could harm her.<br/><br/>That’s if the cylons didn’t get her first.  Whatever the fuck those things were.<br/>