When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC
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				Title: <strong>When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-06-2020, 21:24:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">DAY ONE, DAYTIME:&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Oh, right.&nbsp; Elf was back. Back at her camp, as a staffer this time; back in Kincaid's bed, as if she'd never left.&nbsp; 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!"&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; A less gentle swing of her hand silenced the mechanical timekeeper.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "Coffee. Food.&nbsp; Clothes. That order.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "None of that- me boss, you go-fetch-girl.&nbsp; The wonders of the capitalist system."&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>virtualblue</strong> on <strong>25-06-2020, 02:23:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QXgYSBG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Galadriel 'Elf' Tselepidis<br><strong>Player:</strong>virtualblue<br><strong>Location:</strong> In bed, in Miss Lise's trailer<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:30 AM<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Unclothed, unshod, unburdened<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Lise<br><strong>Action:</strong> Grumbling awake<br><br><hr><br>"Ohmygawd," Elf said. "Is it even, like, light out yet?" She stretched, bringing to mind a kitten waking, and satisfied that nothing had broken off, Elf tried on a yawn. Liking the result, Elf did it again before disappearing back under the covers and then emerging at the foot of the queen size before wriggling her way to the trailer floor.<br><br>"An hour, huh?" Elf said and slinked her way on all fours over to Lise before nipping at the other girl's ankles. "You can do a lot in an hour." She tried her teeth on softer, more tender parts of her friend, but earned only a sharp laugh as Lise danced away from her.<br><br>Standing, Elf said, "Willpower. I've never understood this willpower thing you have. Don't you remember the story of the ant and the grasshopper? You know, from Kindergarten. The ant, she worked hard all summer, nose to the grindstone, and packing away food, but the grasshopper ... the grasshopper partied hard. Like it's New Years' Eve 1999 hard. Yeah, you know what I mean." Elf pulled down a mug and then a second one, eyeing them critically before returning one to the cupboard and taking a different one. "Then what happened, you ask. Winter came and the ant, in her hole in the ground, she ate stale-ass moldy food that had been sitting there for months. I think she died of cholera or Legionnaires' disease or some other crazy shit."<br><br>Elf filled both mugs with coffee, leaving plenty of room for milk and sugar for hers. She was of the determined opinion that the right ratio of coffee to sugar was 1:1. "The grasshopper though, she was, you know, in Miami Beach, living large. And that, Miss Elise, is what fucking willpower gets you. Diptheria, or whatever else it was I said earlier. I'm a philosopher, not a physician."<br><br>Bussing Elise's lips with a kiss, she handed her friend the other mug of coffee while she looked in the fridge to see if there was any coffee creamer. The crisp air from the refrigerator perked up Elf's nipples, and she said, "I can make omelets. Do you have tomatoes? I make a mean tomato omelet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>25-06-2020, 04:53:38</strong>
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				<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, 8:20 A.M.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> soft green dress with white dots, as pictured.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><strong>Action:</strong> Arriving, getting left, looking more lost than usual.<br><br>A deep blue Audi R8, glistening with perfect wax, and new enough to still have dealer tags glided up to the entrance of camp, top down. Three doors opened, four if you count the trunk. Three people piled out, two dressed in outfits worth more than a thousand dollars apiece, the smallest in something she had found at a local thrift store. Still, a secondhand dress in this part of the world was likely to be of great quality, just not hand tailored to fit. In truth, little Evelyn didn't know how to dress for this kind of camp. Music camp was easy. Concert dress was usually the way to go. But <em> outside?</em> Who at their school even went outside at all? It wasn't that Evelyn was afraid of bugs or snakes or anything... Just that <em> outside</em> was bad for violins. Her hands briefly twitched into positions as if holding a bow and neck, but alas, she was empty handed.<br><br>A flower print wheeled suitcase was unloaded, hugs and cheek kisses given, brief goodbyes said... And car and parents were gone. It wasn't that they didn't love little Bailey, just... They had stuff to do. And slightly early was Almost Late. Almost Late was Inexcusable. Pausing a moment, the girl fixed her strawberry blonde hair back into a good bun. She hated the convertible, preferring to stay neat and tidy. Plus, <em> outdoors</em> was <em>bad</em> for violins. God alone knew what riding in an open top car at speed would do to one.<br><br>At least it was pretty, there in the Adirondacks... The lake stretched out, framed by distant mountains... Glittering prettily in the morning sun, cool and inviting. And there were buildings, as promised. That was a good sign. No way in hell was Evelyn Bailey sleeping in a tent. She'd cry herself to sleep every night.... Not from being spoiled or anything, but just from sheer bewilderment. <br><br>Taking her sole suitcase, almost as big as she was... Her baggage notable for the shocking lack of violin case, not even one! Evelyn began trundling towards the camp, head down and eyes on the road before her, knowing some perky staffer would swoop in and be all cheerfully excited to see her, a perfect stranger who hadn't... Exactly volunteered to be here. Especially without a violin. Not even a cheap one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>27-06-2020, 05:14:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ort2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/e35/60821466_343436312993591_4656141910456902875_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-ort2-1.cdninstagram.com&amp;_nc_cat=111&amp;_nc_ohc=V8q1jzryV2sAX8X3tv4&amp;oh=b5dc137fbae70a4075773d1bfd767025&amp;oe=5F21F305)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Khloé Coulter<br><strong>Player:</strong> Foxy Oni<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking clearing<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:22 AM<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Crop top with matching capri pants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Evelyn, Open<br><strong>Action:</strong> Waking up, getting out<br><br>A silver Bentley Continental pulled into the parking area, not quite matching the rustic surroundings. The driver, an attractive fortysomething bottle blonde, stopped the car and gently nudged the young brunette asleep in the passenger seat. Slowly Khloé Coulter woke from her slumber and looked around with half-closed eyes.<br><br>"We're here?" she asked her mother even though the answer was obvious to her.<br><br>"Yes, sweetie, "answered Nicole Coulter to her daughter. "Let's get you unloaded."<br><br>The pair got out of the car, Khloé a bit more slowly than her mother. She got her phone out and snapped a few pictures of the scenery as her mother opened the trunk.<br><br>"Pretty, isn't it?" asked Nicole.<br><br>"Oh, yeah, " Khloé mumbled in reply. It was a nice change from the city. The Adirondacks were no Alps but they'll do for a little while. She joined her mother at the trunk and took out a couple of bags. It was more than she needed for the length of her stay at the camp but Khloé firmly believed in being over-prepared when it came to clothes. So it might have sound a little odd that her mother sincerely asked her if she had everything but Khloé knew what she meant.<br><br>"I gave myself a shot before we left, Mom. I'll be fine for the week."<br><br>"Are you sure?" asked Nicole with obvious concern. "You haven't been to camp since before... "<br><br>"Please," her daughter responded with a sigh. "This place caters to the kids of rich white liberals like you and Dad. They'll probably want to put my trans ass in the brochure."<br><br>"OK, you don't have to be a smart mouth. If you start feeling anxious I packed you some edibles."<br><br>Parents... always taking the fun out of pot. After giving her mother a farewell hug and kiss, Khloé picked up her bags and headed toward the trailer that was the camp office. There was another girl already here, someone Khloé kind of recognized and who looked a bit lost.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"'Sup?" she said simply in greeting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-06-2020, 12:29:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://thumb-p5.xhcdn.com/a/m1CjIgXVr5xdvJQpN6CeIA/000/300/674/175_1000.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Blake<br><strong>Player:</strong> Dashenka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:30 ish<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black suede pants, a short tank top with the AC/DC logo on it, red ankle boots and a leather jacket.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane, mentioning Khloé <br><strong>Action:</strong> Driving up and parking.<br><strong>Content Flags:</strong> - <br><br>The little red BMW flashed through the green mountain landscape, a little faster than allowed. Inside Meatloaf's Bat out of Hell was on the radio, a little louder than was adviced. Both young women in the car were happy to be going to Camp Kinsey and for Olivia it had been a bit of a challenge. <br><br>Her current outfit wasn't what the girls at school had known her for. Usually dressed in cookie-cutter boring clothes, her rock chick outfit was a whole new way of showing herself. Her long red hair flowed freely over her shoulders, rather than the usual braid or ponytail and with the sunglasses on, if Shane hadn't known the red BMW was hers, she probably wouldn't have recognised Olivia. <br><br>When John Denver's Country Roads were on the radio, the small German hatchback pulled into the parking lot of Camp Kinsey, joining the array of luxury cars around them.<br><br>"Well... we've definitely come to the right place. Fucking snobs."<br><br>She looked at Shane, knowing that they were part of the snobs. Or at least their parents were. Olivia never cared much for money. Sure her parents were loaded, which was the only reason why she got the private school but the downside was that they were barely ever at home. And when they were, Olly always wished they weren't. She was convinced that both of her parents had a secret love affair and that eventually, they'd file for a divorce. But with so much money and assets at stake, it was just a matter of who'd get what. She wasn't planning on sticking around to find out though. This camp had been something she wouldn't normally do either. She didn't have much friends at school, probably because of her being different that most of the school. She wasn't fashion conscious, she cared little about tanning, getting her nails done or other stuff like that and really wasn't quite sure what to ever talk about with the other girls, so she isolated herself as much as she could. <br><br>This retreat though, was a way for her to get out. Out of the house with her constantly fighting parents and out of her shell. The new look was a first step and going together with Shane, the school resident lesbian was her way of saying, 'I'm okay with being gay'. Even though she wasn't entirely sure if she was.<br><br>Shane had been her only 'friend' at school and somehow had agreed to be her roomie in one of the cabins of Kinsey. She saw the silver expensive car she had seen parked by the school on occasion and Khloé, with an H, just making her way towards the entrace. <br><br>Olly had so many questions. Why were most of the girls here? They all had more than enough money to spent a week or six in the caribbean, Paris, Asia or anywhere in the world really. Why had they come here? Were their reasons as deep and complicated as hers? Or did their parents fight all the time as well? The other question was obviously what would the others think of the new Olly. She sighed as she parked the car, opened the door and got out. <br><br>She unloaded her luggage and Shane's and locked the car behind them when they had everything they had on them out of it. <br><br>"Let's go check in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crony</strong> on <strong>27-06-2020, 12:38:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/db/51/0d/db510de94e4d379ae9d58a88e24566ba.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Simmons<br><strong>Player:</strong> Crony<br><strong>Location:</strong> parking lot &gt; camp check-in<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:30 a.m.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> knit pullover, blue jeans rolled at the bottom, sandals<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olivia, open<br><strong>Action:</strong> arriving, getting in line<br><br>Her mom had offered to drive Shane to camp but Olivia was going the same way. Mrs. Simmons was pleased she’d have a friend there already. It was sure to make the experience more pleasant she thought. The parents were going on a much-needed vacation and since Shane didn’t work, they thought this was the perfect thing to keep her busy and out of trouble while they were gone. Mostly, they didn’t want her having people in the house or parties. Now that she considered herself adult, they didn’t know what that would manifest into.<br><br>Shane didn’t mind the blaring music as they breezed through the mountain. She was grateful it wasn’t heavy metal this time. After a while, the metal started to get on her nerves. She felt like she couldn’t think while it played at least not in peace. Her eyes were glued to the scenery. She felt inspired for her next sketch.<br><br>Shane chuckled at the snob comment. While Shane liked Olly’s new look, she wasn’t so sure about the reasoning behind it or if it suited her but it was her body to do with what she wanted. Before she could get to the back of the BMW, Olly had already unloaded her luggage. <br><br>“Cool. Thanks. Yeah, let’s get checked in.” <br><br>Seeing the other girls, she smiled slightly and nodded. “What’s up ladies?” She stood around with them and Olly waiting. She hoped people didn’t assume they were a couple. She wondered what percentage of the girls would be lesbians and if the staff were lesbians that lured young girls to their lair. She chewed on her bottom lip hiding a smile as she amused herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>27-06-2020, 14:37:02</strong>
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				<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, 8:30 A.M.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> soft green dress with white dots, as pictured.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Khloé, mentioning the others<br><strong>Action:</strong> talking, sorta, oh gods people...<br><br>Evelyn blinked and looked up, and up. The newcomer was tall! Of course, most people were taller than herself. But she was big enough to hold a violin for hours on end, and that was all that mattered. The musician's eyes widened slightly as she figured out who she was talking to. Khloé was pretty famous in the small confines of the private school for rich people. Evelyn had no real concept of why someone would transition, but she greatly admired the other woman's fortitude and drive to be who she wanted to be. Not everyone did that, especially not for something so huge and important.<br><br>The little blonde just wasn't used to talking to most people, though, so inevitably stumbled over and around her words. "Oh. Sup?" She... Wasn't exactly asking it back to Khloé, so much as awkwardly saying it, as if trying to translate from another language.<br><br>"Uh. Hi. You're, ah, Khloé, right? I'm Evelyn. Uh..."<br><br>What in the world did normal people say next? It seemed early to judge if it was nice to meet the taller woman. Was it ok to compliment her transition? Probably not. Blurting out something awkward like 'Do you like violin music and who's your favorite violin player?' inevitably got strange looks and people backing away quickly, or Yo-yo Ma? Which... Was so wrong on so many levels.<br><br>So she trailed off into an even more awkward silence. Which was mercifully killed by more girls showing up. Taking their arrival as a bit of a distraction, the small girl slipped behind her suitcase, trying to use it to hide from the world. She recognized Shane of course, most girls knew who she was. And all the ones who were interested in women kissing women certainly did. Evelyn had never been brave enough to talk to her.<br><br>She didn't recognize the other woman at all except for vaguely knowing they went to the same school. But she had lovely red hair and amazingly pale skin. They probably used the same kind of sunscreen too. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitteredge</strong> on <strong>28-06-2020, 00:19:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/52/Mirapatel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Disha Kaur<br><strong>Player:</strong> Kitteredge<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp check in<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day one, 8:30 A.M.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> dark track pants, white Adidas sneaks, loose sweater she plans to doff soon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><strong>Action:</strong> getting rid of her parents<br><br>"Boys?" Mr. Kaur expressed, peered over the steering wheel. "I see no boys here."<br><br>Disha's father was not a large man, rotund, with most of his dark skull exposed. Also, furry knuckles, one of which he raised to wag his finger. "This is very good. No distractions from the responsibilities of being a good citizen of this country. <em>And</em> to have some fun."<br><br>Her mother leaned forward, as well, unable to contain the reserve she had established in the drive through New York state. "Oh, no, there's a boy! Jagadish, a boy, right there." A pause. "Oh, no, it's also a girl! How very strange. She would be quite pretty if she grew her hair out, if I were the one to be asked."<br><br>In the backseat, with her rucksack next to her and the rest of the baggage in the truck of the ancient, spotless Mercedes, the last of the Kaur clan sat and rolled her eyes. Nevertheless, Disha was as aroused with curiosity as her parents. Detesting the idea of a summer camp, she submitted, regardless, both because, despite their vocalizations otherwise, she really was a good daughter, and because of the carrot at the end of the stick: she'd become a bit wild in the last school year and knew that regaining the freedom she'd lost required doing at least the bare minimum.<br><br>Looking out the window: a bunch of white girls. "My darling," her mother continued, "Please. Listen to me. If there is an adjacent camp for boys, you mustn't consort with them. Truly. I have seen the movies. They are filled with underwear and other unfortunate things. Learn some of their songs and to... cook hot dogs. You'll be quite disappointed: there are no black boys here."<br><br>The last rankled Disha more than anything; she'd dated, briefly, one of the guys on the basketball team, a sweet, nerdy boy named Chris, and never heard the end of it. It would have been the same had she dated a white guy... maybe. "Mom, please," she pouted, wanting to kick her way out of the window. Instead, she settled down, sighed, and watched the small squadron of girls greeting each other. "It'll be fine. We'll sing kumbaya and sew those, whatever, the dream catcher things."<br><br>"I would like to talk with the director," her father said, cranking the parking brake, and there ensued a discussion of how Mrs. Kaur spoke extensively with "Miss Kincaid" and had assurances that no alcohol (or worse) would cross the camp grounds, nor bad language, nor anything remotely sexual between males and females. "She was a wonderful person, quite knowledgeable."<br><br>Finally, with understanding that her father disliked disembarking for drives, wanting to turn back immediately, Disha yawned into the morning light. "I got this. Seriously, M &amp; D, I'll text and call and write every night, I swear. Say hi to my sibs. You can see everything's just dandy." Scrambling out, she leaned into the driver's side window to give a kiss, intercepted her mother as she was getting out for the same, and retrieved her bags. After some fierce discussion, she finally got her twin helicopters to fly away.<br><br>She turned. This was going to be fine. It was just a couple weeks or so.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-06-2020, 06:28:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/0727e7ef86033431ef99b3b8171f9e3b/8b37b5d4bfedcdf4-4e/s400x600/cdfeda8018019425af766bb532b62b814d63965b.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Lynnette Lang<br><strong>Player:</strong>&nbsp; GnothiSeauton<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Camp Check-In Location<br><strong>Time:</strong> ~8:30 a.m., Day 1<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black sweatshirt, shorts.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Action:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving<br><strong>Content Flags:</strong>&nbsp; N/A<br><br>A grunt of mild confusion came from the man up front behind the wheel of the car.&nbsp; His eyes scanning the bank of luxury vehicles.&nbsp; BMWs, Bentleys, Audis and the like, pristine and perfect in the bright summer day.&nbsp; “You sure this is the right place, ma’am?” He asked, casting a look back into the mirror as the black Honda Civic drove along.<br><br>That was the million-dollar question, Lynn thought to herself.<br><br>She too could not resist looking out upon the cars and the gathering girls and feel a sense of shame at being so utterly out of place.&nbsp; That familiar sense of shame that had forever lingered mind each day of school, the same tinge of anxiousness that scathed the surface of her troubled thoughts every time she pushed herself to go to social gatherings.<br><br>There they all were.&nbsp; Arriving in their fancy, shiny little toys their parents bought for them, ready to go all out on their parents’ dimes.&nbsp; While she was riding in the back seat of her Uber ride from the bus station.<br><br>“Yeah.&nbsp; Trust me.” Lynn said, eyeing a few of the people from behind the window.&nbsp; “This is the spot, dude.”<br><br>God, she could have used a drink.<br><br>Her driver stole another look to her in the mirror.&nbsp; “You see those chop-chop movies in the woods?” He asked, pulling the car into an empty spot.&nbsp; “It doesn’t turn out very good for everyone who is not white.” He said in a cautious tone from his seat.<br><br>Softly Lynn snorted.&nbsp; “Gotta go sometime, right?”<br><br>The Uber came to a stop among the parked cars, and Lynn pulled herself out from the heavily Febreez-ed back seat.&nbsp; Her eyes caught a glance at some of the girls around and recognized them easily from various brief and forgettable encounters in school.&nbsp; Sickeningly picture perfect for the most part.&nbsp; <br><br>A couple of weeks, she told herself, slinging the straps of her duffel bag over her shoulder.&nbsp; Lynn told herself she did not have to prove anything to anyone there, a fact she had tried to remind herself constantly to the buildup before the departure.&nbsp; She was there to relax.&nbsp; To have some fun.&nbsp; To enjoy the last bit of adolescent freedom and fun before the heavy weight of being an adult became whole upon her shoulders.<br><br>She tipped her driver, pulling cash from her pocket, before setting out towards where everyone seemed to be gathering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>28-06-2020, 16:31:32</strong>
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				<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 her trailer, at her desk<br><strong>Time:</strong> Around 8:30 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> Elf; Roxanne<br><strong>Action:</strong> Watch and wait<br><br>Finally dressed, third cup of coffee in hand, Lise propped her feet up on the edge of the desk and listened to the cars begin to pull up and the chit-chat begin in the parking area. On her desk was the paperwork for every camper and as she sipped she was reviewing it. She really should have done all that last night, but she and Elf had been too busy seeing how deep inside each other they could get at the same time...<br><br>It wasn't just sloth and a lack of self-control that kept her in her office, though.&nbsp; She'd chased Elf out about half an hour prior to make sure Roxanne was up and dressed; part of the point of having junior counselors was for them to work on their leadership and interpersonal skills. Resume time, in essence, for both them and Lise.&nbsp; The fact that one of them was an on and off lover was merely gravy. Plus, the Camp was about the <em>campers</em>, and their interactions, their fun.&nbsp; The last thing they needed was a parental figure, someone twice their age, descending on them as soon as they arrived, acting as if they needed chaperoning from the first instant.<br><br>The fact that they probably <strong>did</strong> wasn't relevant. Their freedom was more important- to a point, at least.&nbsp; And Lise was a bear before she was fully caffeinated.&nbsp; So she sprawled, sipped, read- and waited for the last few girls to arrive and be greeted by Galadriel and Roxy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>virtualblue</strong> on <strong>28-06-2020, 21:39:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QXgYSBG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Galadriel ‘Elf’ Tselepidis<br><strong>Player:</strong> virtualblue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp check-in<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:30 AM give-or-take 10 minutes<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white denim cutoffs (https://us.romwe.com/Frayed-Hem-Denim-Shorts-p-311634-cat-814.html?url_from=usplashorts180507958L_ssc&amp;gclid=CjwKCAjw_-D3BRBIEiwAjVMy7OJqG7OM18Y9_4YgZuJlc3Ua5aZv4SNorO4dTq2kN-GDZ1eQwMkepBoCFhoQAvD_BwE); Lake Kinsey t-shirt (one size too small); John Lennon style sunglasses, with blue lenses (https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-hcrifnprha/images/stencil/1280x1280/attribute_rule_images/34447_source_1592321508.jpg); a suntan; a smile; nothing else<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lynette; Disha; Evelyn; Shane; Olivia; Khloé; Amber; Danielle; Helen; Roxy<br><strong>Action:</strong> Meeting, greeting, and handing out t-shirts<br><br>A mesh bag draped over her right shoulder, Elf sashayed into the check-in area sporting a big toothy smile on her face. There were six campers already arrived, which was three too few, but like there were always stragglers at induction. Ants and grasshoppers, everything came down to ants and grasshoppers. "Hello, hello, hello, to you, one and all! Welcome to Camp Kinsey, where everything is just awesome, and every day is summer. I'll be one of your three, count them, three camp counselors. My name is Galadriel Tselepidis, which, yes, is a mouthful, so please, call me Elf, partly because it's simpler, but mainly it's because that's what I'll actually, you know, answer to."<br><br>Dropping the mesh bag to the ground, packed hard by twenty-years of teenage feet, Elf pulled it open, producing a clipboard and a pencil from atop rolled up camp t-shirts. "So like, here's the deal — and a fantastic deal it is. You give me your name and shirt size, and I give you one of these handy-dandy t-shirts. So like, who wants to be first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PassionateDesire</strong> on <strong>28-06-2020, 23:08:31</strong>
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				<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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>29-06-2020, 02:35:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zHq30N5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amber Howard<br><strong>Player:</strong> Visna<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:30<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> orange-red athletic shorts (https://i.imgur.com/hHNgt4t.jpg), a sky-blue Baja poncho (https://i.imgur.com/zk2Yb8U.jpg), a white tank top, and beat-to-hell hiking boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Crowd/Open<br><strong>Action:</strong> Arrival<br><strong>Content Flags:</strong> - <br><br>"See, dad?" Amber kicked her feet up and down on the dashboard of the blue Toyota FJ Cruiser. "I had my legs up the whole drive, and they aren't even burnt! Incredible, right?" Amber's father, Dan, was a pale-as-death, ginger compatriot with his daughter. Because of that, he often chastised her about the importance of sunscreen. While Amber understood the importance, sometimes it was overbearing. An example of it being too much was that morning, when Dan told Amber her legs were going to burn up if she left them up on the dashboard.<br><br>"Yeah, well, you win this one, dork." Dan chuckled. The two were unbelievably close. Dan, like many parents, would always say he didn't have a favorite daughter. But, that was definitely a lie. His favorite daughter was Amber. While Amber's sisters were more typical girls, Amber had a flair of down-and-dirty, spike-in-their-face tomboy. She had her normal side as well, but her time with her dad usually brought out her more adventurous and outdoorsy side. The two would sometimes go on backpacking trips together. All in all, Amber was definitely a daddy's girl.<br><br>The group rolled up into the parking lot. Amber recognized a lot of the faces, but she didn't know any of them well. Unlike most at the camp, her family was not well off. They managed to get by, but Amber rarely enjoyed luxuries. She had been in public school until the previous year of high school. Realizing her potential to get recruited to a D1 school on a volleyball scholarship, her parents scraped up enough money to transfer her from public to private school. The volleyball team was far better at the private school, which would hopefully allow her to get a bit more recognition from scouts. Since she spent most of her time in the gym or practice, she was still getting to know a lot of her classmates. Although she was likely the best player on the team, she was new enough and modest enough to not have much of a reputation yet. Some may have known her though, if they went to any of the school's games.<br><br>"I wrote down a few trails. Hope I get to trek them." She chirped, tapping her pen against a list of trails she had scribbled into a spiral journal. "Yeah, yeah. Just be safe. Go with a buddy." Dan trusted Amber. For her age, she was pretty wise and reasonable about things. He definitely gave her the usual date lectures about boys, safe sex, wilderness safety, and drugs. But, he had never found himself in a situation where Amber had truly found herself in much of trouble. Because of that, he usually let the smaller misdeeds slide.<br><br>"While I'm gone, keep looking at schools for me?" Her main focus, and stress, was about getting into the right college to play volleyball. She was using the camp as a brief escape to hopefully lighten her stress. When it came to her future, Amber had some negative perfectionist tendencies that would make her beyond stressed out. One of her older sisters had been to the camp several years ago. Her parents had sent her there because she kept running into trouble with marijuana addiction, but it had seemed helpful enough for her. At least for a few months. So, her parents recommended it to Amber as a means of de-stressing. Since the redhead loved the outdoors, she was excited about it.<br><br>"Are you sure you have everything you need? If you forgot something, I'm sure they'll have it around. Or just feel free to call your mom or me. Any time." Dan paused. "Preferably not past midnight, you know." Amber grinned in response. "I have all the essentials dad: an eno, lots of socks, my boots, a volleyball. What more could a young girl need?" <br><br>"Oh wait, I forgot my toothbrush! Oh, but who needs that?" She was grinning from ear to ear, clearly joking. "Don't stress so much dad." She joked, since he knew the point of the trip was for <em>her</em> to de-stress.<br><br>Finally, the car came to a stop. Amber swung the passenger door open, letting the warm air into the car as she spent a few minutes putting her boots back on. She had spent the ride with them off. "I'll call now and then, don't worry." Her parents never told her to call every night, because they knew it would never happen. Amber was an independent soul, and she was spontaneous, and she often lost track of time. All of the above. But they knew she was a good kid.<br><br>"Love you." Amber hoisted her Osprey backpack over her shoulder and moved to the crowd of girls. She set it down beside her. Usually, she used the backpack for overnight hiking trips, but it was large enough to hold everything she needed for camp. She turned and waved to her dad as he drove off. She found herself looking off toward the mountains for a moment. They were beautiful. Her red hair was in two braids down her chest. She had arrived just in time to hear Elf's introduction.<br><br>"I'll take a medium." She was pretty tall. Well, quite tall compared to the other girls. And she liked her shirts loosely fit. Once she was tossed a tee, she hoisted it over her shoulder, saving it casually for later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>29-06-2020, 14:39:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ort2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/e35/60821466_343436312993591_4656141910456902875_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-ort2-1.cdninstagram.com&amp;_nc_cat=111&amp;_nc_ohc=V8q1jzryV2sAX8X3tv4&amp;oh=b5dc137fbae70a4075773d1bfd767025&amp;oe=5F21F305)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Khloé Coulter<br><strong>Player:</strong> Foxy Oni<br><strong>Location:</strong> Check-in<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:30-ish AM<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Crop top with matching capri pants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Evelyn, Elf, Open<br><strong>Action:</strong> Checking in, getting that cool camp swag<br><br>Khloé smirked as Evelyn stammered out a response. Her nervousness was kinda cute.<br><br>"Yes, me Khloé. You Evelyn."<br><br>Nerves were something Khloé rarely had to worry about. She decided long ago that if someone couldn't handle her fabulous fierceness then that was on them. Just look at how hot and chic she was! If you couldn't appreciate that just because she might be accessorized a tad different than most girls t was your loss, bitch. <br><br>As other girls started to arrive, Khloé gave them a nod of recognition. No one she was super-tight with but they seemed cool enough. Some were definitely easy on the eyes. Khloé has found the private school they went to pretty chill, if not boring. French Club was cool but it paled in comparison to the time she spent in Belgium her junior year. There was no Marco in French Club for one thing. She would have to be sure to look him up when she got back to Europe in a few months. Right now it was her and the ladies.<br><br>Speaking of ladies, a pretty hot one had strolled on up. It was one of the counselors, she called herself "Elf." This got a raise on an eyebrow from Khloé. She all for being able to pick a name that made you happy but that one was unique. Then again if you looked like her Khloé would call you anything. And frequently. <br><br>"Khloé." she answered in response to her request. "Small."<br><br>She was actually a medium but Khloé always liked her t-shirts to show a little skin above the waist. Plus the juice had been doing wonders for her boobs recently and since she had 'em she wanted to flaunt 'em.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>29-06-2020, 15:40:34</strong>
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				<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, 8:30 A.M.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> soft green dress with white dots, as pictured.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Khloé, Elf? Really? Helen!!<br><strong>Action:</strong> Escaping, clinging to the familiar.<br><br>The modified quote, not actually from anything officially Tarzan, nevertheless made Evelyn's lips quirk up into a small smile. "Hi, me Khloé. You Evelyn hi me Khloé." She joked, not minding being gently teased. She had certainly been teased worse before. But fortunately, Khloé didn't seem to expect too much more conversation. <br><br>And they were both distracted by the arrival of.... Galadriel? Really? <em>Who named their child after a Tolkien character? And she's likely older than the movies, so either someone was really excited about the films, or a super nerd.&nbsp; </em><br><br>"Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!" She murmured softly, though Khloé might have been able to hear. <em> I'm not sure if I would pick Elf as a nickname, though she certainly is beautiful enough to be one... I wonder if she cosplays? Can't say that I've ever pictured an elf in cutoffs though. </em><br><br>More and more people she didn't know were showing up... All beautiful and vibrant and mostly above average height... Evelyn was continually used to being the youngest person in a room, sometimes by decades, but she was feeling uniquely out of place here. This wasn't nearly as easy as music camp... But then her nervous glances spotted a familiar blonde head. Helen!!! Thank the gods.<br><br>Leaving her suitcase where it stood, she scooted over to wave to her friend, getting just a little bit closer than usual in her anxiety. "Oh hey Helen! I'm so glad to see you. I didn't think that I'd know anyone at all here." Not that she knew more than a handful of people at school, anyway. <br><br>"How was the drive? Did you spot any exotic trees or flowers?" Not the most common of topics, but Helen was an extrodinary woman. And if Evelyn delayed long enough, maybe she wouldn't actually have to talk to the intimidatingly attractive camp counselor, even if she did have a cool name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>30-06-2020, 23:01:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/0727e7ef86033431ef99b3b8171f9e3b/8b37b5d4bfedcdf4-4e/s400x600/cdfeda8018019425af766bb532b62b814d63965b.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Lynnette Lang<br><strong>Player:</strong>&nbsp; GnothiSeauton<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Camp Check-In Location<br><strong>Time:</strong> ~8:30 a.m., Day 1<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black sweatshirt, shorts.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Action:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving<br><strong>Content Flags:</strong>&nbsp; N/A<br><br>As others began to gather, Lynn watched someone in a camp shirt approach from the path that had to have led to the administrative area of trailers.&nbsp; Her eyes followed the tall and slender woman’s gait as she came forth and deposited the bag on the ground before beginning the introductory speech.&nbsp; Elf, she said.&nbsp; Lynn had to fight back a snort.&nbsp; Someone’s parents seemed to like that Lord of the Rings shit a bit too much…<br><br>Though, she had to admit, she could sympathize with parents overly obsessive with some ideal.<br><br>While Elf’s opening remarks were compelling and entrancing, Lynn let her eyes and attention wander away from her and the other women to the surroundings.&nbsp; <br><br>This was the sort of shit she had signed up for.&nbsp; Getting closer to nature.&nbsp; Relaxing and shit like that.&nbsp; Not being suffocated with the thousands of groups of people trying to make beach trips or going to the city.&nbsp; It was out there, out in the open, free from the trappings and tethers of modern life.&nbsp; Out where one could get away from it all and unplug, recharge in a way few ever had the opportunity to do.<br><br>A last chance to get away from the world and life.&nbsp; A last chance to enjoy the true fruits of life and nature.&nbsp; A couple of weeks to enjoy, without restraint or pressures, the ripe fruit of life.&nbsp; All before she had to put on her big girl panties and submit to the demanding madam that was adulthood.&nbsp; Mommy and Daddy were not going to be around to bail her out with flashy luxury cars and designer clothes.&nbsp; It was a life she was going to make for herself.&nbsp; A life she could call her own.<br><br>When no other woman voiced their name, Lynn took the initiative and stepped forward.&nbsp; A hand raised, she called out her first name, asking for a looser fitting medium shirt.&nbsp; Once receiving it, she’d dip back into her little space in the rear of the crowd, just waiting and itching to get going and jump in that lake.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crony</strong> on <strong>01-07-2020, 12:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/db/51/0d/db510de94e4d379ae9d58a88e24566ba.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Simmons<br><strong>Player:</strong> Crony<br><strong>Location:</strong> checking in<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:45 a.m.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> knit pullover, blue jeans rolled at the bottom, sandals<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olly; open<br><strong>Action:</strong> checking out the girls and collecting her t-shirt<br><strong>Content Flags:</strong> none<br><br>Shane’s eyes followed the girl that walked in with a duffel bag. She would soon find out she called herself <em>Elf</em>. She thought she was quite beautiful but she managed to focus on the words coming out of her mouth. She found her opening speech, if you could call it that, amusing and maybe not well thought out but, it was cool enough. <br><br>Her eyes lingered on the girl Khloe for a few moments then the others as they called out their names and sizes to Elf. Shane dropped in after Lynn and said her name requesting a size small. She stepped back into her spot alongside Olly. While she did plan on getting some R&amp;R, it would be even cooler if she found a camp girlfriend. She wasn’t looking to attach herself to anyone since they all were planning to go off in various places to live their lives.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PassionateDesire</strong> on <strong>03-07-2020, 00:16:51</strong>
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				<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> Evelyn, Elf, The people around her.<br><strong>Action:</strong> Arriving<br><br>Helen had just entered the clubhouse and put down her rucksack with a heavy bump when a friendly face turned up and greeted her. The guitar case still hung over her left shoulder and Helen fumbled a little to reach out the hand in order to greet Evelyn. The red-haired girl was a lot shorter than Helen and Evelyn always looked as if she was playing an ever-ongoing game of hide and seek where she was the one trying to hide from the world.<br>"Oh hey, Evelyn". Helen said and smiled back as she tried to figure out what was going on. Apparently, someone was handing out t-shirts and both Evelyn and Helen hadn't been given one yet. "Where's the violin?". Helen asked but quickly continued speaking since Evelyn had touched a subject of importance.<br><br>"Well, you see". Helen began and started to talk really fast and seemed very eager and excited. She started to pull Evelyn through the room towards the woman with the t-shirts as she spoke. "There's definitely a lot of interesting flowers in this area. There's the pretty Cornus canadensis (https://wildadirondacks.org/adirondack-wildflowers-bunchberry-cornus-canadensis.html)&nbsp; or as it's commonly known the Bunchberry. There's also the beautiful red Aquilegia canadensis (https://wildadirondacks.org/adirondack-wildflowers-wild-columbine-aquilegia-canadensis.html), although they're very rare. However, now that you mentioned exotic trees you touch a very interesting subject. You see, because of the forest fire of 1903 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adirondack_Fire) the forthcoming replanting of the 600,000 acres the forest life here is not as diverse as it was before the fire even though it's more than a hundred years later. The world of nature is both really resilient and fragile at the same point. It's very interesting. However, if I should choose my favourite between the trees here I would be hard-pressed to choose between the Bigtooth Aspen tree and the Northern White Cedar tree".<br><br>Helen had now walked over to the t-shirt booth and Helen picked a small-sized t-shirt for Evelyn and a medium for herself. She then looked up at Elf as if she only just saw here and send her a little smile. "Ah, one of the instructors. Tell me what is your favourite tree around here?". The question came out as if Helen was sizing up Elf and that it was the most natural thing in the world to have a favourite tree. "I'm Helen and this is Evelyn. We're here to check-in".
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>03-07-2020, 01:07:15</strong>
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				<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 her trailer, at her desk; then at the Clubhouse<br><strong>Time:</strong> A bit afer 8:30 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> Everyone<br><strong>Action:</strong> Time To Make The Intros<br><br>Car tires crunched on gravel, doors opened and closed, voices called out.&nbsp; Lise heard Elf do her intro spiel- the dear one was anything but quiet, at any time.&nbsp; She hadn't heard Roxanne, which meant there was probably an issue with the welcoming brunch. Again.&nbsp; While a lot of meals were cooked or at least assembled at the camp proper, a fair bit of it was also brought in by a catering place down the hill in the nearest town. It was a lucrative contract for them, and yet somehow, they always managed to fuck up the first day or so.&nbsp; Then there was the year there was nothing vegetarian for the first-night barbecue; that had involved a little shouting on the telephone and a rapid run into the stop 'n rob in town.<br><br>Gathering up the informational packets, Lise grinned at the rules spelled out quite clearly on the first page.<br><br>-<strong>Proper attire is required at all times on Camp grounds.<br></strong><br>That one always tickled her, as 'proper' attire depended very much on what one was doing, now didn't it?<br><br><strong>-No person under the age of 21 will possess or consume alcohol on Camp grounds.</strong><br><br>That one, she tried to keep half an eye on. Possession being the greater part of the law, she always brought a private stash of beers and decent wine, far more than she could ever consume herself. Some of it lived in her trailer; the rest was quite obvious, ensconced in the snack fridge in the Clubhouse.&nbsp; If someone helped themselves, well. She could hardly say who it was, could she?&nbsp; As long as no one got sick or was clerly falling-down drunk, she chose to treat her girls like the adults they were. Mostly were, anyway.<br><br><strong>-Possession of weapons or controlled substances anywhere within the park, except for prescription drugs attested by a valid scrip, is strictly prohibited.</strong><br><br>The One Rule to...Rule them all.&nbsp; For some things, anything went. Other things could be winked at.&nbsp; Some shit simply did <em>not</em> fly.&nbsp; A few times she'd had to confiscate knives that were a little too large to be considered pocket knives; exactly once she had caught a camper shooting up in one of the bathrooms. She'd shut the whole project down right then and there, and called up a bunch of VERY annoyed parents, ordering them to come and get their little darlings.&nbsp; No, it wasn't fair to punish all of them. No, she didn't expect the young women to narc on one another. But she'd be God-damned if she was going to be treating an OD on the top of a mountain.&nbsp; Pick the friends you travel with wisely, was the message, because their behavior can affect you as well.<br><br>Ahwell. Most years ran smoothly, and she could count on Elf to lay a certain amount of smack down, were it needed. The buck stopped with Kincaid, though and, for all her free-wheeling attitudes about many things, she took her job very seriously.<br><br>Dropping her sandalled feet to the floor, she stood up- not without a certain peasant pain- and stepped down out of her trailer, heading for the gathering.&nbsp; "Welcome, ladies," she called out once she was in a reasonable non-shouting range of the front of the Clubhouse.&nbsp; "If I could steal you from Galadriel for just one moment?"<br><br>Once she had their attention, she started passing around the welcome packets: Rules sheet, camp maps, health and safety warnings, schedule. "I'm Miss Lise, and I'm the Senior Counselor here on staff.&nbsp; Mostly that means I know where everything is and where all the bodies are buried- or can be- and I can answer any questions that might come up. I'm also the Camp medical officer. You do NOT want to know what my remedy is for a hangover, so don't come crying to me, K?"<br><br>Hands clear of folders, she grinned, and put her fists on her hips.&nbsp; "Mostly, it means I'm&nbsp; here to help out, like Elf, and Roxy, who is still busy setting up the 'you just drove four hours and are starving' buffet up on the second floor. <br><br>"I'm not here to spy on you, to play mommy, or to boss you around. At worst, I'm your annoying big sister, who will be really verbal if you're being a jerk. Or, like, are about to get eaten by a bear, or something." With two fingers, she gestured at the folders each of the girls now held, and winked at Elf, who was rolling her eyes in the back at the pep talk. She'd heard an earlier version of it, several times. "Most of the rest of what you need to know is in there.&nbsp; I don't know if any of you worked out roomie plans before you got here. We don't have enough cabins for everyone to bunk alone, but with just the nine of you, there's plenty of space. There are two four-bunks and five doubles."<br><br>Gesturing for Elf to come forward, she went on. "Gal will walk you over to the cabins- not like you could get lost between here and there, but fire safety means we have to know who ends up where. Please don't burn our cabins down, by the way. The Board gets pissy about stuff like that.&nbsp; Get yourselves sorted out, let Elf know who's sleeping with whom, then come on back, and come upstairs for some food.&nbsp; Tonight's the big 'hey, you made it here' barbecue, so please remind me, Elf, or Roxy if you have dietary concerns." God willing, there would be enough eggplant and soy burgers and whatever.<br><br>Finally, she gave them the last rule: "Please be respectful, of each other and the Camp itself. Other than that, this week is for you all to kick back, relax, and go a little crazy before you scatter to the next stages of your lives."&nbsp; God, that sounded pompous. The fact that it was true...really didn't help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>03-07-2020, 14:20:18</strong>
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				<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, 8:30 A.M.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> soft green dress with white dots, as pictured.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helen, Elf, Lise<br><strong>Action:</strong> listening, being pulled around, pleading<br><br><br>Evelyn gave a soft, pleased smile as her best real life friend Helen grabbed her hand. But her face crumpled into a huge pout, clearly a half inch away from crying. "My parents wouldn't let me bring one! Not even the one for outdoor concerts! They said that I was here to socialize and interact with humans, not just play my violin the entire time. They said that I can play violin anywhere but this was a special occasion! I've never been an entire week without a violin!" If she was anybody else, she would have been wailing at the end there. But even her little meltdown was quiet and self-contained. Evelyn just did not impose herself on the world in any form or fashion, except for when playing her beloved violin.<br><br>Most people would have glazed over as Helen started rapidly enthusing about trees. But Evelyn was well used to her friends eccentricities, and in fact listening to her friend was generally quite soothing. If Helen was talking, that meant Evelyn didn't have to. Between the two of them, they talked as much as a normal person, right? And Helen had a beautiful voice. For the most part, all Evelyn had to do was nod and smile and admire her friend and occasionally ask another question to trigger another avalanche of happy words. She had no idea what the flowers were, though she was pretty sure she could identify the trees if forced. "Sounds like a plan. Why is it called a big tooth?"<br><br>She favored Elf with a small, shy smile as she was dragged up. In truth, she didn't particularly mind being pulled around. Helen was just enthusiastic, and it meant Evelyn didn't have to stress about decisions or anything. Helen helped her through so many things without even realizing what she was doing. "I like your name." The little violinist said quietly to the counselor woman."<br><br>And then the most beautiful woman Evelyn had ever seen came into the room. <em>It seems like, what are those things called, booty shorts? Are part of the camp counselor uniform...</em> The tall redheaded woman made the blood drain from Evelyn's face, then come roaring back in a fantastic blush. Apparently little Evelyn most certainly had a thing for taller mature women with kind and beautiful faces. <br><br><em> Alcohol is it against the rules, but don't go to her for a hangover treatment? What? Isn't that a contradiction?</em> Truly it wasn't the least bit important, for Evelyn certainly never drank anything.<br><br>Another thing the camp leader said caused a small bit of panic. <em>Shared bunks?? </em> living in a room with <em>THREE </em> strange girls sounded like an absolute nightmare. So she quickly looked up at Helen, hope and a certain amount of pleading written all over her face. "Do you want to share a room? That sounds like a lot of fun." And, knowing some of Helens eccentricities, she quickly added more to make it clear to her friend.&nbsp; should use as many words as she could to make it certain that Helen understood. "I'd really like to share a room with you this week. Please say we can room together? I'd like that a whole bunch." <br><br>Helen could thus protect Evelyn from strangers, and Evelyn could protect Helen from people not understanding her. It was rare that Evelyn ever felt like a protector, but she wanted Helen to be happy and not ever picked on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>03-07-2020, 17:25:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://thumb-p5.xhcdn.com/a/m1CjIgXVr5xdvJQpN6CeIA/000/300/674/175_1000.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Blake<br><strong>Player:</strong> Dashenka<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:30 ish<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black suede pants, a short tank top with the AC/DC logo on it, red ankle boots and a leather jacket.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane, Elf.<br><strong>Action:</strong> Talking to her parents, getting a t-shirt and listening to the intro speech. <br><strong>Content Flags:</strong> - <br><br>"No... Yes mom the drive was fine. We've made it here safely...... I... Because we literally just got here... No they haven't noticed my new looks yet.. Yes Shane has, she was sitting next to me..."<br><br>Olivia rolled her eyes at her phone. She had stepped away from the group of gathering young women when her phone rang.<br><br>"Look mom, I gotta go.. I need to get a t-shirt... and.. No, no.. I ... Hi dad... Yes it's wonderful here. Look dad I.... The car was fine.... Yes I know uncle Kyle is racing at Talladega this weekend... I'll see what I can do... Dad... dad.. I need to get a t-shirt now.. All the other girls already have one... I don't know if we have to wear them... Yes... bye.. love you.."<br><br>After she hung up the phone she quickly walked to the table with the t-shirts.<br><br>"Large please."<br><br>There was nothing large about Olivia at all but where she had noticed some of the other women having a few assets to show off, she didn't have any. No ass, no boobs and no tight stomach so might as well get comfortable in a large shirt. <br><br>"Do we have to wear these? Or are they like... souvenirs?"<br><br>She asked the tall one, aptly named 'Elf' and took the t-shirt before finding Shane again and listening to the speech of the Senior Councellor. Sounded like one of those fancy shrinks she used to visit. Olly looked at the folder she had been given, browsed it and put it away. Nothing in there was new to her.<br><br>Dietery concerns. Olly was sure some of these women were either vegetarian of vegan or something new world ish. She nudged Shane.<br><br>"Wanna bunk up? No's a perfectly fine and acceptable answer as well."<br><br>Behind her new facade of rock chick and nonchalance she still was Olivia Blake. Shy, insecure as heck and timid and even a little scared about this whole endevour. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>virtualblue</strong> on <strong>04-07-2020, 00:49:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QXgYSBG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elf Tselepidis<br><strong>Player:</strong> virtualblue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Camp check-in<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:30 a.m., more or less<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white denim cutoffs (https://us.romwe.com/Frayed-Hem-Denim-Shorts-p-311634-cat-814.html?url_from=usplashorts180507958L_ssc&amp;gclid=CjwKCAjw_-D3BRBIEiwAjVMy7OJqG7OM18Y9_4YgZuJlc3Ua5aZv4SNorO4dTq2kN-GDZ1eQwMkepBoCFhoQAvD_BwE); Lake Kinsey t-shirt (one size too small); John Lennon style sunglasses, with blue lenses (https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-hcrifnprha/images/stencil/1280x1280/attribute_rule_images/34447_source_1592321508.jpg); a suntan; a smile; nothing else<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Khloé, Lynn, Shane, Helen, Evelyn, Olivia, Amber, Miss Lise<br><strong>Action:</strong> Handing out shirts and bantering.<br><br><br>"Khloé, small, check! Totally a girl after my own heart," Elf said, winking at the girl. "My personal rule with fabric is like, waste not, want not."<br><br>As soon as the dark-haired girl had finished slinking to the front, Elf blasted Lynn with her very best smile. "Lynn, medium. Here you go, hun, and if you don't mind me saying, you've got like the most fantastic eyes. They say they're the windows to the soul, you know, and yours just shout that yours is awesome!"<br><br>To say that it was lust at first sight, was totally fair. The voice. The look. Shane had the whole delicious package. "Ohmygawd, your voice. I love it! You just must have the girls and boys throwing themselves at your feet. I know I would be. Oh, and here's your small, Shane." Against her own desire, Elf turned to the next girl. If this is what the life of the ant was like, Lise could keep it.<br><br>"Helen, medium. Gotcha!" Elf said and then cocked her head to the side at the unexpected question. She was aware of trees, of course. But a favorite? What a fantastically absurd question. "My fave tree? It's a pair of them actually. I don't know what they're called, but they're down by the lake and have a hammock strung between them. Heaven on earth. You and your friend should totally give it a try."<br><br>Turning her attention to the quieter of the pair, Ef gave the girl in the green dress a warmer, reduced wattage smile. "Thank you, Evelyn, I quite like it, but I <em>adore</em> yours. Both of them, in fact. May I call you Bailey? My first crush was named Bailey, and I don't mean to compare the two of you, because you're ever so much cuter, but I've just been in love with the name ever since." She smiled at the shy girl again, and made a mental note to check-in on her and make sure she settled okay.<br><br>"Oliva, large. Smart play. Means you can totes use it as a comfy nightshirt, too. I like how you think. You, my girl, are due watching because you have the wisdom of the grasshopper. Ask Miss Lise, and she'll explain. Oh, and to answer your question, yes!"<br><br>Elf wasn't sure how, but she'd somehow almost missed the red-headed girl in the sky-blue poncho. She didn't want to blame it on alcohol poisoning, but it was definitely alcohol poisoning. Well, if it came down to booze versus eyesight, there was always braille. "Why hello there. Amber in a medium. You have been recorded. I dyed my hair red senior year. It seemed the Elf thing to do, you know what I mean? You probably had to be there. Anyway, if I could have only achieved through the black arts, what you've been gifted naturally. Le sigh."<br><br>Ah, and here was Lise to lay down some rules. Stepping to the side, she looked over her new charges and perked up at the unexpected promise of second breakfast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crony</strong> on <strong>07-07-2020, 00:12:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/db/51/0d/db510de94e4d379ae9d58a88e24566ba.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Simmons<br><strong>Player:</strong> Crony<br><strong>Location:</strong> being checked in<br><strong>Time:</strong> past 8:45 a.m.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> knit pullover, blue jeans rolled at the bottom, sandals<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elf; Olly; Open<br><strong>Action:</strong> choosing her roommate<br><strong>Content Flags:</strong> none<br><br>Shane was hit with the unexpected flash of flirty charm from the woman called Elf. Just as eyes were on her as she came forward to get her T-shirt, the woman had made Shane blush which wasn’t easy to do. She smiled sheepishly at Elf as she took her shirt and reclaimed her spot in the crowd.<br><br>She looked back at Olly and hopefully she had missed it all on the phone with someone, maybe her parents? As she watched her body language, yeah, had to be the parents.<br><br>Shane turned her attention from Elf to Olly when she felt the nudge. “Are you kidding me? Of course, we’re bunking together. I hadn’t imagined it any other way.” She bumped shoulders with her and smiled.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>08-07-2020, 18:26:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-ort2-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/e35/60821466_343436312993591_4656141910456902875_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-ort2-1.cdninstagram.com&amp;_nc_cat=111&amp;_nc_ohc=V8q1jzryV2sAX8X3tv4&amp;oh=b5dc137fbae70a4075773d1bfd767025&amp;oe=5F21F305)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Khloé Coulter<br><strong>Player:</strong> Foxy Oni<br><strong>Location:</strong> Check-in<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:30-ish AM<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Crop top with matching capri pants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elf, Open<br><strong>Action:</strong> Shameless flirting and finding a cabin<br><br>"Oh, I'm after a lot of things," said Khloé, returning Elf's wink.<br><br>Ugh, she was so bad. Not that she intended to change at all. Khloé held the t-shirt up to her torso and was satisfied that it would be sufficiently revealing. She was tempted to put it on right there and give the other gals a show. Khloé had gone to a topless beach while in Europe and loved showing off what God and her endocrinologist had granted her. But that would probably be a bit much right off the bat. For now she need to figure out where she was gonna crash. The other girls all seemed kinda cool in their own way but she didn't know who would be cool with... stuff. A lot of people could talk the talk but when it came time to walk the walk... not so much. So Khloé decided to handle it with as much subtlety as she could.<br><br>"All right, which of you chicks wants the honor of living with my trans awesomeness?"<br><br>Hey, that was subtle for Khloé. She almost went with "sweet trans ass." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>08-07-2020, 22:57:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5WbyUb2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roxanne Meyer<br><strong>Player:</strong> Lady Sakura<br><strong>Location:</strong> Club House | Second Floor| Balcony<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:45am<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black tank top, denim shorts, and black flip flops<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> N/A | Mention - All<br><strong>Action:</strong> Simply A Dreaming Girl. <br><strong>Content Flags:</strong> N/A<br><hr><em>To have become your prisoner again...</em><br><br>A subdued crack echoed underneath the weight of black flip flops, they where ones she bought quickly at a target on her way to he camp, as she leaned forward. She bent over the wooden trim that surrounded the perimeter of the second floor and gazed towards the woods that encompassed her view. The rustling of leaves tickled her ears and she took in a deep breath as the feel of invisible fingertips of the wind brushed through her long and curly dirty blonde highlighted hair, and fluttered them about. It was a gentleness that left her hypnotized in the moment. <br><br>Even as she gingerly cradled a hot coffee mug. It was white with the words etched in boxes each signifying component from the periodic table. Cobalt. Co. 27, Fluorine. F. 9, Iron. Fe. 26, Etherium. E. 125 spelling out the word. COFFEE. Just underneath that read. Shhhh….not yet. It always made her smile.&nbsp; Even more so, as steam rose up from the depth allowing the world to embrace it's scent. <br><br>She closed her dusty green eyes to allow memories to come and fade.&nbsp; In her own little world she didn't realize the sound of chatter coming from the front outside. The sound of cars pulling up. Car doors slamming and the chattering of the folks coming together. Though it had registered when she looked down at her watch, she didn't hasten her pace, basking in the tranquil feeling of nature for a little longer. Inside the brunch feast, Lise had her set up was ready for consumption. There was probably more time for alone time as she figured Elf would be handing out shirts and Lise would be laying down the ground work. She had plenty of time to get to know the campers without feeling rushed. <br><br><em>I wonder what they'll be like.</em> <br><br>She whispered internally and opened her eyes to gaze up at the beautiful blue sky. It was the perfect day for new beginnings, no? Bringing the rim of the mug to puckering lips, tilting it up to sample the richness of the coffee paired with a splash of cream. It was how she liked her coffee. It tasted extra good which also solidified it was going to be a good day. <br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><em>This summer will become even more perfect...Surely</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PassionateDesire</strong> on <strong>09-07-2020, 01:00:25</strong>
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				<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> Outside of club house<br><strong>Time:</strong> About 8:45 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> Evelyn, Elf, Miss Kincaid.<br><strong>Action:</strong> Pondering about the fairness of the universe, taking notes, discussing the importance of responsible institutional construction.<br><br>When Helen had asked the instructor about her favorite tree she had, in fact, meant to ask about the favorite sort of tree. But instead, the instructor had answered by pointing out a specific tree down by the lake. Helen thought that this was cheating since she found it hard to relate to something that had its happiness-valued enhanced by a hammock. Helen found that there were two types of people in the world. The grasshopper and the ant. Helen was most certainly an ant person. She loved to plan out the winter by making spreadsheets - metaphorically speaking of course. However, Helen also knew that most people tended to like the grasshopper a lot more than the ant. In a world where the ant could feed you during the winter, it was grasshopper who would charm its way through life. Helen found this rather unfair but she knew that there was nothing to do about these things. It was a universal unfairness programmed into the existence of life. Right now her knowledge about the Bigtooth Aspen tree had been outcharmed by the existence of a hammock.<br><br>After having considered the inevitable unfairness of life, Helen found her A3 paper pad and her pen and took notes as to what Miss Kincaid said. Such things were important. She reminded herself to read the pamphlet about health and safety and fire hazards. However, now was not the time for such things since her friend had asked her to consider an important matter. Helen turned her attention to her friend with a firm look on her face. "Um, okay". She said and considered her options while she pressed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose with a finger. "Sure, we can share a room together". Helen said and started to feel a little stressed as the responsibility of the actions started to creep up on her. "But I think it's important that we discuss what type of institution we're establishing here. Surely such things are important Evelyn. What are, for example, our stand on subjects such as recycling and the correct hour of bedtime?". Helen said and continued to talk before Evelyn had a word in the conversation. "We need to know these things or else we will never be the cool girls, Evelyn". Helen added and tried to think through her options which meant that there was a small pause in the conversation. "Okay, what about this". Helen finally said and found her pen and paper again and started to take notes as she spoke. "You're the Cabin President and I can be the secretary and if anyone asks any questions we can't answer just say that we will back with an official statement soon. It will be fine Evelyn, don't worry". Helen said in a voice full of worry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>09-07-2020, 04:14:14</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; 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?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>09-07-2020, 07:37:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5WbyUb2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roxanne Meyer<br><strong>Player:</strong> Lady Sakura<br><strong>Location:</strong> Club House | Second Floor| Balcony<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:45am<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black tank top, denim shorts, and black flip flops<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Lise<br><strong>Action:</strong> A little hide and seek, is it?<br><strong>Content Flags:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><em>Too good to last, huh?</em><br><br>In her current state, her respiration were lulled in through the nose and out again. Unlike the vibration of rhythmic creaking delighted her senses and caused her bent posture to erect itself. Having supported her mug, with unfinished contents, in the palm of her hand. Roxy moved. Resting her back against the right side for the door frame, to the door that would take them inside the dinning area. The wood's worn in texture felt rough against medium tan skin as she listened carefully. <br><br>A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips when the voice rang out and echoed her name. While she could come out or appear in the door way to let Lise know she heard her yet Roxy decided against it at the last minute. The subtly of a brief tug of war might just add a little something extra to her already good morning. Why not scratch a little mischief off the list too?<br><br>Hence, the lowering of her right arm, drawing her palm from underneath her mug, and placing her fingertip against the wood just beside her. She then curled slender digits inward and have a slight tap, a brief pause, and then another tap as if to say 'Maybe." in some foreign code that she just made up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>10-07-2020, 03:22:54</strong>
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				<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> Seek and unhide<br><br>One of Kincaid's meticulously-plucked eyebrows reached for the ceiling like an extra in&nbsp; a bank heist film.&nbsp; Roxanne had clearly been here: the food hadn't set itself up, and certainly the caterers, she was sure, hadn't been much help. She hadn't gone back to the Staff trailer; either Lise or Galadriel would have seen her. It was very unlikely she'd decided now was the moment to take a shower, nor to drown herself in the lake. Which meant she was still here, and simply not answering.<br><br>Grinning, the older woman bent to untie her boots and cautiously set them to one side. In socks alone, she catwalked her way to one of the sliding doors, peeked out. Catching sight of a familiar profile, she went back inside, went to the other door, which gave her a better angle of attack. Inch by inch, she crept up on her assistant.<br><br>"Hello, dear," she cooed, draping an arm over Roxanne's shoulder. "We missed you downstairs. Are you hiding from us?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>11-07-2020, 04:37:08</strong>
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				<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&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>13-07-2020, 17:51:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5WbyUb2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Roxanne Meyer<br><strong>Player:</strong> Lady Sakura<br><strong>Location:</strong> Club House | Second Floor| Balcony to Back inside<br><strong>Time:</strong> 8:50am<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black tank top, denim shorts, and black flip flops<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miss Lise | Elf | Everyone<br><strong>Action:</strong> Subtly and then silent greetings...for now.<br><strong>Content Flags:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Roxy had been listening for the sound of shoes approaching he entrance she was guarding. Yet, when the sounds disappeared she couldn't tell where they went off to. As easily as she thought she had won this round, victory was quickly seized from her when she felt a arm gently drape around her shoulder. There was only slight jolt of her body before it immediately relaxed and leaned into the frame of her gracious employer, Roxanne scent this close was of peach blossom mixed with shower fresh deodorant.<br><br>With her head, tilted to rest against the inner shoulder of Lise, did a faint smile curl her lips. There was moment of pause as she considered her words. "Perhaps a little." The tone of her voice was low for only Lise's ears. "The view is extra lovely this morning I found myself enraptured by it that I lost track of time." Her words were filled with a gentle sincerity as she pulled away from Lise and took a sip of her coffee. "I'll make sure to greet them properly when they come up for food. Better, I don't overwhelm them in a new environment." Moving into the clubhouse's second floor where the buffet was ready and waiting. <br><br>She nonchalantly moved from area to area, with coffee mug in hand, fixed whatever imperfections were while hoping she got all the dietary notes down for the campers. She assumed they had stated those in their camp applications for Lise to assure that all the girls were taken care of properly. She hoped Elf had a shirt for her too. She could have gotten one herself, but she always enjoyed it when Elf gave her presents, even something as simple as the Camp's shirt that was standard. <br><br>Once everything was ready. Roxy settled to the left at the foot of the stairs and looked downwards. When she heard the foot steps and the chatter of the Camp's newest group coming. She'd give a gentle wave to each of them if they decided to look up at her. She hoped they were all nice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>virtualblue</strong> on <strong>19-07-2020, 03:10:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QXgYSBG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Galadriel 'Elf' Tselepidis<br><strong>Player:</strong>virtualblue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Club House | Dining Area<br><strong>Time:</strong> 9:00 a.m.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white denim cutoffs (https://us.romwe.com/Frayed-Hem-Denim-Shorts-p-311634-cat-814.html?url_from=usplashorts180507958L_ssc&amp;gclid=CjwKCAjw_-D3BRBIEiwAjVMy7OJqG7OM18Y9_4YgZuJlc3Ua5aZv4SNorO4dTq2kN-GDZ1eQwMkepBoCFhoQAvD_BwE); Lake Kinsey t-shirt (one size too small); John Lennon style sunglasses, with blue lenses (https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-hcrifnprha/images/stencil/1280x1280/attribute_rule_images/34447_source_1592321508.jpg); a suntan; a smile; nothing else<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Khloé, Lynn, Shane, Helen, Evelyn, Olivia, Amber, Miss Lise, Roxy<br><strong>Action:</strong> Organizing, flirting with Bailey and Roxy, and eating<br><hr><br>Not having expected her to respond, Elf's head swiveled back to Bailey, and this time gave her the full wattage of her smile. "If it's okay, I'm going to amend my prior statement. There are two girls here who just must have all the girls and boys willing to throw themselves at their feet — the difference is one of them doesn't know it. I'll let you figure out which of those two you are, Bailey."<br><br>Though taller than most of the girls already, Elf stood on her tiptoes and raised her voice so everyone could hear her. "Attention, everyone. We were going to spend this morning running through drills on what to do in the event of a Cylon attack, but we'll be putting that off for now, and instead, we'll all be enjoying a scrumptious breakfast prepared by some of the finest chefs Caprica has to offer. And honestly, I think that'll be okay. How dangerous could the Cylons be, anyway? They're just super-exotic toasters, amirite? So, if you'll all follow me, we'll get you fed, watered, and hopefully signed up for a cabin."<br><br>Making sure they followed, Elf led the troop of still sleepy but obviously excited girls towards the clubhouse where she very much hoped the promised breakfast existed. Otherwise, she was reasonably sure they could have a cannibal situation on their hands. Which of them would be the first cannibal, though? Probably Bailey. She looked like a biter. Elf hoped she was, anyway.<br><br>"Roxy!" Elf said, seeing her friend and co-counselor. "I saved one of this year's shirts special for you. It's a little big so that you can sleep in it. Just, it." She tossed the rolled t-shirt to Roxy, underhand, and then looked at the table, laden down with food.<br><br>"As promised, everyone, food! Take as much as you like, but remember, hungry Elfs need to eat too! Also, please sign up for a cabin with Roxy before you leave."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>20-07-2020, 04:44:23</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; 9 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> Elf/(Helen)/open<br><strong>Action:</strong>A gracious hostess<br><br>Lise watched Roxanne head for the stairs and grinned at her back. Well, OK, her gaze might have been a little bit lower than that. But her smile was genuine enough. Roxy had always struck her as a bit ethereal, like some elf transplanted to the human world. But she was sweet, and a god listener, and so good counselor material.<br><br>She watched from the balcony as Roxanne caught the shirt Elf tossed her, and as she greeted the girls as they came up the stairs. Kincaid was bust categorizing and catalogeuing, matching faces to names,and more, importantly, body language to faces.<br><br>Once everyone had arrived, though, and was chatting around the high-carb spread, she slid up behind Galadariel and, in the tiniest of whispers, told her, "I can still feel your hand in me."&nbsp; Accompanied by a quick pat on her butt. Just a reminder; she didn't care if her assistant flirted with the other girls, or did more than flirt. Given an opening that wouldn't be intrusive or taking badly, she'd do exactly the same. Just so long as the elf didn't forget her Queen entirely.<br><br>Then she slipped an arm past one of the girls, a pretty blonde with geeky glasses, and nabbed a bagel with a soft apology.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PassionateDesire</strong> on <strong>20-07-2020, 22:31:03</strong>
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				<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> The clubhouse<br><strong>Time:</strong> About 9:00 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> Evelyn, Miss Kincaid.<br><strong>Action:</strong> Planning for success, asking the right questions. <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Strengths</strong>: Camaraderie, musical talent. knowledge of the environment, diplomatic savvy.<br><strong>Weaknesses</strong>: Lack of friendly connections, new surroundings<br><strong>Opportunites</strong>: Other people here are new as well<br><strong>Threats</strong>: Bad weather</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Helen stopped in the middle of her swot-analysis and took a sip of her juice. She hadn't eaten any of the food that was on her plate since she had been busy taking notes. The talk from Evelyn had made Helen relax a little. She had put down diplomatic savvy as a strength because of Evelyn's father's political connections although Helen didn't really believe that it would be that helpful here in the forest. She had also put down one threat since she didn't want to alarm cabin president Evelyn but in truth, right now Helen could see 23 plausible ways that this trip would go horribly wrong. Helen knew, however, that most people didn't like it when she mentioned such things. It tended to make people worry. Doing the swot-analysis had helped Helen calm down a little and she felt a little more in charge of the situation. But what Helen needed more than anything was more data to work with and gather empiri to make the correct choices.<br><br>Helen was just about to make a five-point strategy plan when someone nudged up against her to take a bagel. For a couple of seconds, Helen felt the breasts of the much older camp leader rub up against her shoulder and Helen lost focus completely in the middle of her work. Helen turned around and took off her glasses and cleaned them by rubbing the glass with her t-shirt and looked up at the red-haired woman with her eyes like two narrow lines as she tried to see without her glasses. "Oh, Miss Kincaid, hello". Helen said and leaned even closer since she was nearly blind without her glasses. "Given your extensive experience here at the camp. What attributes would you say makes someone here a successful and socially popular camper?". Helen said and put on her glasses and blinked as everything came into focus and moved back in her seat again while still blushing. Helen gave Evelyn a little nudge with her shoulder in order to have her involved in the conversation. She was after all the the Persident of their cabin.<br><br>"Miss Kincaid, do you have any violins around here? Evelyn forgot her own at home and she's really talented". Helen said as she felt that standing up for her friend would be the right path to go down. Helen did feel that Evelyn's parents had been a bit stern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>21-07-2020, 00:20:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fc/c1/84/fcc18419328a98505cd9b01cfb53acb7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Lynnette Lang<br><strong>Player:</strong>&nbsp; GnothiSeauton<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Camp Check-In Location&nbsp; ---&gt;&nbsp; Clubhouse breakfast party<br><strong>Time:</strong> ~9:00 a.m., Day 1<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black sweatshirt, shorts.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Action:</strong>&nbsp; Eating<br><strong>Content Flags:</strong>&nbsp; N/A<br><br>A smile came, polite and friendly, when Elf complimented her eyes.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; The flirting.&nbsp; The organizing of who was going to be sleeping with whom and where.&nbsp; The general awkwardness of it all in her mind, playing out around her in a whimsical, lighthearted fashion.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Fitting in and relaxing with the crowd had never been a problem before, but this time…&nbsp; Lynn was on the fence.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; A part of her was tempted to stuff the thing into the depth of her duffle bag, never to be retrieved again.&nbsp; 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?&nbsp; But no.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Bagels, fruits, all that shit was bypassed for the real goods.&nbsp; Bacon.&nbsp; Sausage.&nbsp; Eggs.&nbsp; Cheesy, gooey fucking eggs.&nbsp; She was on vacation, or as close to vacation as she was going to get.&nbsp; Diets and nutrition could wait until she got back, she mused to herself, as she took her plate and lounged back in her seat.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Whatever the fuck those things were.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>21-07-2020, 05:48:55</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; 9 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> Helen/Elf/(Evelyn)/open<br><strong>Action:</strong>Not Quite Santa Claus<br><br>Well. That was new, being whipsawed like that between two utterly different questions. At least coming up with answers to both of them gave her a moment to examine the fit of Helen's t-shirt, under the guise of reading the logo.<br><br>The first one was easy: "Success means different things to different people- Helen, right?&nbsp; Sorry, it always takes me a bout a day to get a hold on everyone's names." Total lie. It usually took her maybe half an hour, unless everyone was named Jane, say, in which case keeping them sorted was tough. But being disarming had its uses.&nbsp; "Probably, I'd have to say that the most successful strategy is to not worry about terms like 'success'," She grinned. "It's a camp, dear, not a competition. Success is having fun and relaxing. However you decide to do it."<br><br>Question two was a poser. Kincaid had been asked for a lot of things over the years. Feminine products (of course); birth control (ditto); batteries (duh?); ammunition or other things that go boom (not on your life); prescription pain killers (only if you convince me you <em>really</em> need them); even, once, a sex toy (not unless I get to use it on you). Never a musical instrument.&nbsp; Why would someone bring something valuable like that to a camp and expose it to the vagaries of weather anyway? And why wasn't Evelyn- which one was she? oh, yes- asking herself? Lise's eyes flicked back and forth, quickly categorizing the two personalities, their surface expressions, at least. She had a pretty good idea who'd be getting tied up in <strong>that</strong> cabin, and who'd be doing the tying.&nbsp; Always assuming, you know.<br><br>"I'm afraid not," she confessed. "The only instrument we have is an old beater guitar buried in my trailer somewhere. NO good way to keep them climate-controlled, you know." Turning to Elf, she nudged her junior. "Gal?&nbsp; Do you know if that little music shop down in the valley is still there? Fanny's Fiddles, or whatever the heck it is?&nbsp; Maybe we could arrange a loaner?"<br><br>Then she favored Helen with another grin. "It's nice of you to try to help out your friend, hun," she advised, "but another measure of success is allowing other people to carry their own water. Evelyn really should come see me herself about it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>virtualblue</strong> on <strong>23-07-2020, 02:18:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QXgYSBG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Galadriel 'Elf' Tselepidis<br><strong>Player:</strong>virtualblue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Club House | Dining Area<br><strong>Time:</strong> 9:00 a.m.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white denim cutoffs (https://us.romwe.com/Frayed-Hem-Denim-Shorts-p-311634-cat-814.html?url_from=usplashorts180507958L_ssc&amp;gclid=CjwKCAjw_-D3BRBIEiwAjVMy7OJqG7OM18Y9_4YgZuJlc3Ua5aZv4SNorO4dTq2kN-GDZ1eQwMkepBoCFhoQAvD_BwE); Lake Kinsey t-shirt (one size too small); John Lennon style sunglasses, with blue lenses (https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-hcrifnprha/images/stencil/1280x1280/attribute_rule_images/34447_source_1592321508.jpg); a suntan; a smile; nothing else<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Helen, Evelyn, Miss Lise, Lynnette<br><strong>Action:</strong> Eating and engaging in mischief<br><hr><br>Elf purred at Lise as she slid past her and patted her butt. Uh, yeah, Lise could still feel Elf inside her. She was the goddamn Elf, and the best lay in the lower forty-eight! It always pained Elf to exclude Alaska and Hawaii, but truth in advertising, she'd never been to either.<br><br>"May I?" Elf said, putting her tray on the table as she sat down across from Lynne of the Extraordinary Eyes. She'd gathered a little bit of anything that was neither a fruit nor vegetable. Except for the blueberry pancakes — those she supposed might be both fruit and vegetable, assuming blueberries were indeed vegetables — but she figured plenty of maple syrup and real butter would knock out any health benefits the pancakes may have accidentally supplied.<br><br>"Blueberries — fruit or vegetable? I'd say vegetable and, wait, I know you're going to say they're sweet, but blueberries don't have seeds and fruits have seeds. It's what makes a fruit a fruit, <em>n'est-ce pas?</em> On the other hand, blackberries do have seeds, and it seems like a blueberry is closer to a blackberry than say a potato. It's really a vexing conundrum, don't you think?" Elf took a bite of her vegetable pancake and munched happily as she looked at Lynne. She really did have dreamy eyes, and she wondered what they looked like when they were all sleepy, and the sun was casting its first morning rays across them. It'd probably be something someone could write a whole poem about. Maybe title it, <em>Morning Sun on Lynne's Face</em>.<br><br>Standing beside her by the table with all of the food on it, Elf heard Lise get cornered by the strange little blonde, Helen, and stifled a smile. If there were Cylons, and Elf wasn't saying there were, but if there were, then she was 80% positive that Helen was one. "We need a Voight-Kampff test," Elf said and then laughed when she saw Lynne still looking at her and raised her hand. "Sci-fi geek, present and accounted for. The Voight-Kampff test, its this thing in <em>Blade Runner</em> to detect Replicants."<br><br>About to fork in another mouthful of pancake goodness, Elf stopped and listened to Lise's question. "It's still there. <em>Estefany's</em>. I think it's like Spanish. I bought some guitar strings there yesterday and was going to restrum . . . That's not right. Redrum? Restring! I was going to restring your guitar for you as a surprise. On that subject, you remember how like your guitar used to make these pretty sounds? It doesn't do that anymore. Surprise!"<br><br>Grinning at Lynne, Elf went ahead and took that bite of pancakes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Girls of Summer Have Come- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>23-07-2020, 06:16:33</strong>
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				<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> Food hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day one, 9:00 A.M.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> soft green dress with white dots, as pictured.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elf, Helen, Roxy, Lise, Elf again<br><strong>Action:</strong> shyness, mortified pleasure, jealousy? Envy? And the collection of food <br><br>If the gorgeous staffer's first comment had been easy enough to deal with... It had a simple answer to a common question and.... Hadn't really been enough flirting that Bailey couldn't dismiss it as a friendly comments, and besides, she didn't know the other Bailey she was being compared to... Being called cute mostly just surprised and baffled her.... The follow up comment absolutely wiped Bailey's brain and left her the awkward, bright red mess Elf had probably been expecting in the first place. Looking down at her feet, the musician mumbled something completely inaudible and unintelligible, even to herself.<br><br>But she had to laugh at the concept of a Cylon attack... Bailey did infact catch the reference. There was simply no way in any worlds that Bailey would be the first cannibal, though. But if shown pictures of everyone at camp, she would have been forced to admit that indeed, she seemed most likely to be a biter. Something about her jaw shape suggested sharp teeth, even if the rest of her demeanor was pretty helpless.<br><br>The small girl gave an equally small wave to the redhead camp counselor... <em> Probably the briefly mentioned Roxy... Guardian of the buffet...</em> but Evelyn didn't say anything. Starting random conversation was just way too awkward. Nope, not happening, especially not with how cute the woman was.<br><br>Evelyn had to frown as the head of staff pressed against her friend. <em> What if the unexpected contact freaked out poor Helen? Can I even calm her down if she gets overstimulated in such a foreign environment?</em><br><br>But the lovely blonde didn't even flinch. Helen just launched into Helen talk, and that was ok. Miss Kincaid seemed pretty good at handling the unexpected... Which of course was her job. Leaving little Evelyn Bailey to ponder the utterly uncomfortable question of how she felt about one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen brush up against her only real life friend, herself a beautiful woman... Extremely kind, in her own way and also someone Evelyn had a bit of a crush on. It was complicated. <br><br>Her attention nudged from her plate of deep thoughts and bacon, sausage, a waffle, and a single pristine donut drowning in icing and sprinkles... She squawked indignantly. "I didn't forget it! I haven't forgotten a violin in ten years, and even then it was because Dad swore thi Mom had it! No, my parents said..." She trailed off weakly, finally realizing Helen's clever ploy. Blushing slightly, she gave an awkward smile to both women. Evelyn couldn't bring herself to lie about things, but she didn't have to admit that violins had been banned. <br><br>It was an incredibly good thing that Evelyn couldn't read minds, and wasn't great at facial expressions either. Knowing that the stunningly beautiful older woman was picturing a tied up Evelyn would have caused the dirty blond to melt through the floor, and call her parents for a rescue. Or an Uber. Or even a bus, just to not have to deal with the unbearable shyness. <br><br>Her eyes flicked up to Miss Kincaid's for a second, and she squirmed in her seat, lowering her eyes to the plate once again. It was time for the donut, or at least the first, dainty little tiny bite. Such things had to be savored. And focusing ritualistically on the donut meant she didn't have to answer anything about seeing the.... Stunning woman in her trailer. Still, there was a tiny smile on her face.<br><br>"Wrong show." She murmured, entirely to herself. "You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look down and see a..."<br><br>It was, once again, probably a very good thing that she didn't realize Elf was referring to Helen.... Probably screaming or tears or something would have occurred. It <em>was not</em> ok to joke that Helen was any less human than the rest of the world!
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