[Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe
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				Title: <strong>[Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>04-04-2022, 22:43:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/3bzOqYW.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Sean Platt</strong></div></div><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Next Post: 4.10.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Edgar</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong></span><hr>The official time of the river-voyage had been one o’clock, but boats didn’t actually touch water until about fifteen after. Counselor Platt - Sean to anyone who didn’t want to be on his bad side - had explained where they’d be going, what they’d be doing, of course the safety regulations of the journey, and finally the equipment available to everyone for the journey. Down river, about two miles, is a small island that splits the river. There, every year, campers at the start of the season go and retrieve a time capsule left by the campers of the previous year - and at the end of the season a group will take and bury this year's capsule. There’s a big bonfire that will happen on the fourteenth where the capsule will be opened up to be checked out. Plus it’s just a good water hike - it’ll take about an hour to paddle each way, a little longer on the ride back, what with fighting the current and all. Regardless, they'll be back well before the dinner bell. Single person kayaks and two person canoes are available for the campers to enjoy, whatever their preference. Sean has proven over the week to take safety regulations as more guidelines than rules, and so he presents those with all the enthusiasm and hutzpah of a flight attendant telling you how not to die in case of a water landing. Only in this case you’re on a lazy river, and need to be wearing a life jacket; no, really, everyone - “<strong>Even you, Billie-badass</strong>” He says, pointedly with a grin. And for those who are concerned, Sean makes sure to let everyone know he is an exceptional swimmer and CPR certified - a fact presented with such charisma that some of the girls giggle and whisper. If only!<br><br>“<strong>Alright campers, pick your water vehicles and lets get going.</strong>” He says, punctuated by a couple claps. Everything is on racks - well everything except Sean’s bright cherry red kayak. A host of yellow and blue kayaks are available, as well as the white bodied with red end canoes - basic brown paddles, though. He makes his way down the dock and slips into his kayak, before pushing off and paddling around so he’s facing the beach so he can watch everyone get on the water.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>05-04-2022, 01:07:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MhEVnI4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Jean jacket, white undershirt, black leggings, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, John-James, Robin, Sean Platt</em><br><hr>Why on earth was she here? <i>Her</i> of all people? Going on a river boating trip?! What crazy staff member decided to assign her to this sort of thing when she couldn't even swim? Was the counselor even aware of that? Ellie had only ever been in water once that she could remember, and it was a super placid lake they ended up at on another one of her mom's random drunken adventures. Past that the deepest water she stepped foot into was a bath tub, to shower... <br><br>For a moment Ellie actually hesitated in taking a life jacket -- not because she was only of those kids that thought they were invincible and beyond safety requirements, but because she honestly pondered excusing herself from the whole thing. "I must be out of my mind..." She finally started pulling on a jacket with a resigned sigh. Sure, the chances of her drowning and dying during this whole experience was a bit higher than the usual kid, but Ellie was pretty determined to defeat this dragon of hers. "Anyone wanna pair with me in one of the canoes?" She called out to those gathered as she headed towards one of the said vessels. There was no way in hell anyone was getting her into&nbsp; kayak any time soon. Even as she took one of the oars her hands were trembling more than she would have liked. As for her future partner, she didn't care which joined her... so long as they were willing to work with her. <br><br>In the end she only <i>partially</i> had a little preference towards Robin, and that was only because she had more experience with him -- from way back when -- but even <i>then</i> she was content to row with someone newer. "I promise not to be dead weight." She enticed grimly, flashing the lot of them a cheeky grin as she attempted to impress by twirling the oar between her fingers confidently. Unfortunately, the paddle clipped one of her shoes instead and clattered from her fingertips to smack her in the face. "Gack!" She stumbled back, fumbling with the oar to reaffirm her grip. "Er..." Her features glowed like the sun once she recaptured her balance. "Ignore that last part. I swear I'm not useless." Suddenly she was looking forward to drowning... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-04-2022, 18:02:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/367683602978177038/956956079558897685/BarnOwlPlushie.jpg) (https://www.dreadlockssite.com/gallery/image/gallery_image/43758/xxlarge/_v=1346424982)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Edgar "Apple" Appleton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145796#msg16145796)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black sneakers, white socks, blue denim jeans, tie-dyed t-shirt, life jacket</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Elle | Angel, Billie, Devina,&nbsp; John-James, Robin, Sean Platt</em><br><hr>Edgar sort of half-listened along to Sean's explanation of safety related stuff, but paid more attention to what they were actually supposed to be doing. Time capsules? Weren't those something that usually people buried for, like, decades? Oh well, whatever. It's a decent day out.<br><br>He's not exactly thrilled about the water. Luxuriating in a hot bath is one thing, but these rivers and lakes--well, they're nice to look at. Absolutely, they are nice to look at! But he's a bit like a cat; lazy and doesn't like getting wet. "We're all mad here." He flashes a playful grin at Elle; they were getting life jackets at the same time, and he overheard her.<br><br>He watches her do the paddle-spin and goof it up, and this, ladies and gentlemen, is why Edgar never tries to show off. He heads towards her, "You alright?" Edgar's got a slow, lazy way of speaking--with a hint of a New England accent. <br><br>Seeing that there's more harm done to her ego than her face, he goes about helping her get a canoe into the water. "I promise not to be dead weight, either." Once the canoe is set up, Edgar hops in first and settles in. He's not thrilled about this, but hey, the sooner they get done, the sooner they can be done with water! "C'mon. Between the two of us, we might just survive." He laughs easily, having little inclination towards seriousness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>05-04-2022, 23:59:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://document-export.canva.com/M36i4/DAE9C2M36i4/28/thumbnail/0001.png?X-Amz-Algorithm=AWS4-HMAC-SHA256&amp;X-Amz-Credential=AKIAQYCGKMUHWDTJW6UD%2F20220405%2Fus-east-1%2Fs3%2Faws4_request&amp;X-Amz-Date=20220405T062302Z&amp;X-Amz-Expires=50897&amp;X-Amz-Signature=47f38b4f339f16488df7e28a0242bec628d8f4b3723e3fb47b0cd80f1a1fda01&amp;X-Amz-SignedHeaders=host&amp;response-expires=Tue%2C%2005%20Apr%202022%2020%3A31%3A19%20GMT) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg) with a small crossbody bag (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/5d/83/485d83032654ec8c826d0b76ae62b11d.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Robin, Sean Platt</em><br><hr><br>Thorne was bored of the outing almost as soon as it began and he made no show of hiding it. He stood with his arms crossed, only half-listening to Sean's safety lesson, obnoxiously blowing and popping bubblegum throughout. Occasionally, he would open the bag at his side and look inwards to check on Sad Kitty. Anyone who seemed to pay too much attention to this, or dared make a comment was met with a harsh glare. Thorne initially wasn't going to bring Sad Kitty outside the cabin (he wasn't about to look like a fucking <em>kid</em>) but then the stuffie had <em>pouted</em> at him. If Sad Kitty had yelled or argued, Thorne could handle that. But <em>pouting</em>? That just made him feel like an asshole. So Sad Kitty had tagged along in his bag. Whatever.<br><br>Sighing and rolling his eyes at Sean's insistence upon life jackets, Thorne almost fights against wearing one. He decides against it, however. He's here for the summer whether he likes it or not, best not to make these people hate him. Too much, anyway. Edgar and Ellie's exchange had him raising an eyebrow and biting a remark that was likely meaner than was warranted. Ellie was largely an unknown, but Edgar, being a cabinmate, needed to not hate him at least. So Thorne held his tongue as he pulled on a life jacket.<br><br>Thorne snickered at Ellie's mishap with the oar, though the expression quickly faded to a frown. Though Sad Kitty hadn't actually said anything about it, Thorne could almost hear the cat telling him to play nice if he wasn't going to try and make friends. He sighed and grabbed an oar of his own, though he didn't attempt any fancy maneuvers with it. He didn't want it to become obvious that he had no idea what he was doing with the thing. "Anyone up for sharing one of these things?" Thorne gestured to the canoes with the paddle, almost as if hesitant to touch the thing. Which he wasn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 16:22:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://Stuffy Picture) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/953132949098864650/956341312813170689/223673025_501648837562559_5259942990960904425_n.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Billie Stenton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146255#msg16146255)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em> It’s not cold. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/7a/85/397a85bdf15b2ae5b5719f907a19ed29.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15PM</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Sean | Elle, Edgar, John-James, Robin, Devina</em><br><hr><br>Billie grins at Sean calling her out over the lifejackets, proud that he felt the need to tell her it applied to even her. Her reputation was proceeding her, clearly. <strong>”Aww counselor killjoy! Life jackets are so last season!”</strong> Billie snickers, even as she slips the life jacket over her shoulders. She may argue with him, but Billie wants to drown even less than Edgar and Elle, who clearly have issues with the water. Honestly Billie really enjoyed the water activities here at this camp, and she was a really strong swimmer. Though Winter hated getting wet, for obvious reasons.<br><br>Billie scopes the group, there is very little desire for the rebel to be in a kayak alone, even if she could be. Billie’s extroverted way was just begging for her to drag another person into a canoe with her, and her eyes land on Angel. The other woman had seemed rather closed off since the start of camp, and that just meant Billie wanted to talk to her <em>more</em>. <strong>”Hey, wings, wanna canoe with me?”</strong> Billie had taken to calling Angel wings, because well her name was Angel after all, and Billie wasn’t about calling people by their first names. <br><br>Call it a character quirk, Billie just hated using first names. Elle had been dubbed Ms. Scarlet, because her hair was red, and she reminded Billie of her favorite board game; Clue. Thorne was dubbed Aladdin cause he looked like a flamboyant persian prince. Edgar was Hippie, cause, hello, white boy dreads. Robin was pretty boy, because holy shit she had never met a boy that was that pretty. Devina was Victory Goth, because no one Billie had ever met looked so inspired by victorian gothic shit then Devina. And of course, Counselor Killjoy, because he wasn't really a killjoy, it was just funny to make fun of him for having to explain rules. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 21:36:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/r55oiVf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Life preserver, backpack, grey hoodie and sweatpants</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Apple, Ellie, Sean, Thorne | CJ, Felix</em><br><br><hr><br>Robin looks between the various people, fighting a twinge of anxiety. Okay, more than a twinge - he didn’t want to think about it being more than that, though. It didn’t help at all that Felix wasn’t in the group; it wasn’t like he was codependent on his brother on a daily basis, but this was new and weird and… awkward. Fortunately Fellow existed, and was at least a reminder -&nbsp; now a living one - that Felix didn’t have to be physically next to him to still support him. He had the plushie tucked safely in his pack and was quite paranoid to ensure that it was strapped overly-tightly to his back (not that he doubted a plush mummy that could magically talk couldn’t also magically make its way back to him, but it would be an anxious wait that he was not up for experiencing, either.) The life-preserver took a second, but still very important, priority.<br><br>Robin chokes on his words as Ellie asks if there are volunteers to ride with her. Definitely him. He hasn’t had a chance to talk with her at much depth since their unexpected reunion, but she’s at least familiar. ”.... I…,” Nothing else comes out from his mouth, though and he instantly recoils from the situations and looks away when Apple does super impressive things like actually forming words. Trying not to look foolish he takes several steps away from the interaction, hoping it looked like he never saw it or tried to react.<br><br>It provides a new anxiety of trying to imagine having to kayak alone, though. Robin considers himself neither the best or worst in terms of physical fitness, and is quite fond of some forms like yoga and pilates. This is… definitely not those things, though, and his pride would prefer that he doesn’t flip over in front of everyone ten seconds into the trip.<br><br>Fortunately Thorne speaks up asking for a partner, ”I… yeah.. YES. Sure; let's do that.” Robin feels relief fill him, even if he did have some slight feelings that he freely admitted were of the ‘butthurt’ variety for CJ seeming overly eager to bunk with Thorne over him. The fact that the very reason&nbsp; - person - that inspired Robin to come to the camp didn’t want a thing to do with him wasn’t Thorne’s fault, though. If anything, Thorne’s somewhat edgy experience relaxed him; maybe Robin looked reasonably vanilla himself, but he was far more accustomed to sitting in the school cafeteria with people that looked like Thorne over people like Dani and - well - CJ.<br><br>Grabbing an oar, Robin flinches a smile up towards Thorne, nodding towards his bag. He lowers his voice just slightly, ”You bring a friend along too?” He normally does not consider talking about stuffed animals a good ice-breaker, but unsurprisingly it was suddenly a pretty kosher topic with all of them coming to life.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 22:20:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black sun hat, Black Batman shirt that cuts off mid drift, black long sleeve net shirt underneath Batman shirt that covers everything, black jeans with holes in them, black boots that are a bit to high for hiking but she’s roughing it anyway, a black hoodie tied around her waist just in case, small backpack purse</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Sean|Elle,&nbsp; Angel, Billie, Devina,&nbsp; John-James, Robin, </em><br><hr> <br><br><br><br>Devina walked down the make-shift path that led to the waterfront. Her hand came up to wave away something that was buzzing around her head. Which tipped her head back and allowed the blaring sun to slip past the brim of her hat, the light nearly blinding before she was able to glance down once more. She groaned a bit before stepping up to the group of other teenagers. Her body shifted from foot to foot as she listened to Sean explain what they were doing.<br><br>“Great, let's just hope I don’t drown before this day is through.” She voiced lightly to no one in particular. “Hey you showed up, just don’t drop me in the water. I can’t stand having my fur wet.” Baphomet spoke up from her arms as she carried him towards the water. Clunky shoes made their way to where the kayaks were racked up. Looking between them and the water before another groan escaped her lips. This one was only slightly wimpier than the last as she watched people start to pair off. “Umm, if…umm…that is,” Devina tried to speak up and get the attention of those around her though mildly failing as they just walked around her, “If someone wants to pair with me I’d be game.” Her voice barely making it above the crowd, “Speak up woman,” Baphomet fussed at her and flapped his wings until his overly round body managed to take flight…barely. His small wings flapping for all they were worth, “HELLO FELLOW CAMPERS!” Baphomet started to call out.<br><br>Devina instantly started to panic and began hopping to try and grab Baphomet but failed. “Need a partner! Well here’s the best of the best!” He waved his little hooves her way just before Devina hopped onto him and wrapped her arms around his puffy frame. “Hey, let me go!” He called out as the fell to the hard ground with a thud. “Baphomet please…just…no.” She said with pleading eyes her small companion sighed, “First you drag me out in the brightness of the sun and now you're practically hiding…again.” Devina shuffled her feet but didn’t respond.<br><br>As people walked around her Devina moved over to where the life vests were and grabbed one that she thought would fit. Manhandling the thing on she managed to get it strapped around her torso. Though the damn thing made her feel as big as a house with how much it puffed up around her chest. But as long as it kept her head above water Devina was happy to wear it. Once that was on she stood there eyeing the kayaks wearily before taking a deep breath and raising her hand once more. “Umm, do you have to have experience if you go it alone in a single kayak?” She asked Sean as she highly doubted anyone wanted to pair with her. Mainly because she couldn’t help but feel out of place, she had since arrived at camp. She wasn’t the outdoorsy type, in fact; she was so far from being an outdoorsman that it was laughable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheOwlChemist</strong> on <strong>06-04-2022, 23:42:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958869636198301736/tumblr_o9m7rdbUcs1qbduwso1_1280.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958900002242048010/beauty-55enf4bd2l-1080x1346.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em> Angel Williams &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16150863#msg16150863)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Jean shorts and an overused, acid washed T-shirt with writing on it that is definitely not English. A clear backpack with pink piping.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th; 1:15 PM</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Billie | Elle, Edgar, John-James, Devina, Robin</em><br><hr>Angel took one look at the water that they had been led to, and knew that it was going to be a hair up kind of day. As she opens her bag to retrieve a scrunchie, she takes the opportunity to check up on Cloudie and make sure she won’t get too wet. The Tapir turns slightly to look at her, silently asking if she okay with this. She is, obviously. It’s just a river. As long as they don’t make her bungee jump or something, Angel will be alright. <br><br>She’s near completely tuned out the safety lecture, but looks up at the sound of the paddle hitting Elle in the face, and winces in sympathy. Angel considers partnering with Elle, considering she’s the one she knows the most so far. Bunk mates, and all that. Elle is sweet and they share interests. But she’s not about to keep her away from Robin. And would you look at that, Edgar is. Interesting. She locks eyes with Billie instead. Well if she’s going to offer.. It’s not like Angel knows how to use this thing, so going at it alone would have been a bad idea anyway. She likes Billie well enough. She’s a bit mouthy, sure, but not mean. She shrugs, and gives a small smirk in Billie’s direction. “Sure, why not?” <br><br>She goes to grab a life jacket, passing Devina as she…trips? Jumps? She honestly has no idea, and considers asking if she’s okay. However she decides against it, feeling like the girl would be embarrassed if Angel brought it up. So she just puts on the life jacket, which likely won’t save anyone in a real emergency anyway, Sean. <br><br>Angel ties her hair up in a ponytail and walks back to Billie in order to get this Canoe set up, however one does that. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>08-04-2022, 01:32:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MhEVnI4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Jean jacket, white undershirt, black leggings, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, <strong>Edgar</strong>, John-James, <em>Robin</em>, Sean Platt</em><br><hr>It was a little ridiculous. More than even a bit silly. Even now the thought of it made her stomach churn with self awareness -- but the moment Robbie made even the slightest sound of interest in pairing up with her was the moment all of that self-confidence went crashing to the ground, and the paddle <i>coincidentally</i> smacked her in the face. It was like reality saying <i>Hello again, dumbass</i>. Ellie instantly wanted to latch onto that single syllable that left her previously mute...uh, "<i>friend's</i> mouth. Unfortunately, she was too busy trying to act like she was something else, and that gave someone else all the time they needed to swoop in.<br><br>Poor Edgar. It wasn't <i>his fault</i> he wasn't Robin. "Yeah, fine..." She sighed, a lie only because of how bruised her pride was. She was going to give him the benefit of the doubt though, and ignore the fact he quoted Alice in Wonder Land at her. "Sure." She puffs and forces herself to act like she wasn't some pouty child that wanted to make sad eyes over at someone else like some dumb love-sick puppy. Instead she turned her full -- yeah right -- attention onto Mr. Appleton. "I suppose that depends." She grinned right back and lifted her assailant towards him. "You have any idea how to canoe? Because this is definitely my first." Hopefully he could at least teach her something. She had to wonder if Robin had ever been canoeing any of those times his family would go on camping trips back when they were kids.<br><br>Ellie picked up another paddle and began to climb on into the shaky thing, and instantly felt her stomach drop. She even managed to grow paler than she was to begin with. Already she was seeing little movie scenes in her head of the canoe flipping and her drowning Edgar in a panic like one of those crazy people you get warned about. It's not like there were any Alligators or crocs in the water... Right? This wasn't <i>Lake Placid</i> or anything. "Urlp..." She pushed a hand over her mouth and turned her head. Jeez, already she felt like she was going to be sick. "Sorry," She coughed and drew in a deep steadying breath -- forcing herself to center even just a little. "Just got a little dizzy." She lied. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 08:48:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://64.media.tumblr.com/8e868cef8cb5f77972fb66cfe67417a6/7b6f8ddbe39fceb0-5c/s540x810/b5d1e331e2d119df43eec260e7b8fc69bd109889.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg) with a small crossbody bag (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/5d/83/485d83032654ec8c826d0b76ae62b11d.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Robin, Sean Platt</em><br><hr><br>Thorne barely managed to bite back his sigh of relief when Robin agreed to share a canoe with him. "Great. Let's get this thing in the water." Sad Kitty wanted him to play nice, hopefully, that would be good enough.<br><br>He desperately hoped the other boy knew what he was doing, though even if he didn't at least Thorne wouldn't be making a fool of themselves alone. Aside from that, Thorne couldn't really say they had formed any solid opinions on Robin over the past few days. He was kind of cute, Thorne could give him that at least, even if he was more timid than Thorne would personally go for. Then again, it wasn't exactly like Thorne had made much effort to get to know Robin. Or anyone really. What was the point when he was just going to leave at the end of the summer anyway?<br><br>Thorne bristled a bit at the question. "Yeah, well you've seen Sad Kitty, haven't you? I'd have to be a pretty big asshole to leave them behind." He answered, tone equally hushed. He hoped Sad Kitty wouldn't be hurt by the statement, but what was he supposed to say? That he couldn't say "no" to a pouting cat stuffed animal? Not fucking likely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 17:31:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/367683602978177038/956956079558897685/BarnOwlPlushie.jpg) (https://www.dreadlockssite.com/gallery/image/gallery_image/43758/xxlarge/_v=1346424982)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Edgar "Apple" Appleton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145796#msg16145796)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black sneakers, white socks, blue denim jeans, tie-dyed t-shirt, life jacket</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Ellie | Angel, Billie, Devina,&nbsp; John-James, Robin, Sean Platt</em><br><hr>Thankfully for Edgar, he's entirely oblivious to whatever nonsense is happening between Robin and Elle. Willingly being in the way would be way too much effort. "You sure?" That 'fine', however, was not a good thing to hear. No one, in the history of the human race, has ever said 'fine' and meant it. <br><br>"Nope! No clue." He flashes her an easy-going grin, apparently unconcerned. Mr. Owl, who is just sort of vibin' on Edgar's shoulder thanks to a handy dandy velcro strap, lets out the quietest of sighs. "It'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?" Worrying, of course, is effort. And Edgar is too lazy to be concerned. If something bad happens, they'll deal with it then.<br><br>Soon enough, the canoes and paddles are gathered together and in the water. The two teens go to get onto it at nearly the same time. Edgar seems unaffected by the motion; the same can not be said for Ellie, though. "You sure you're okay? If you got a low blood sugar or somethin', I have candy." <br><br>Thankfully for the two, Mr. Owl is wise, and is able to whisper some protips to Apple about how to actually use the paddles.&nbsp; He repeats said bits of wisdom for Ellie's benefit; the two are going to have to be at least somewhat coordinated for this to work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>10-04-2022, 20:33:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/3bzOqYW.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Sean Platt</strong></div></div><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Next Post: 4.16.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Edgar</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong></span><hr><em>Elle &amp; Edgar, Robin &amp; Thorne, Angel &amp; Billie, Devina</em>, Ms. Devons<br><br>Sean paddles up nearer the shore as people start to get organized. He scrutinizes the crowd, <em>what</em> was that voice? Sean was by no means an expert on everyone who was here - but he had spent a bit of time now listening to them, and the voice he heard wasn’t familiar. Baphomet, if he doesn’t quite down, is going to tip the scale of knowledge about magic. That’s probably not good. After a moment of searching though, Devina’s question grabs him and he laughs, “<strong>Nope, no experience needed. Actually,</strong>” He grins and looks at all the newbies in two person canoes, “<strong>If you don’t know what you’re doing, kayaking is <em>much</em> easier.</strong>” Edgar and Elle - well, mostly Elle - get a particularly amused chuckle out of him. If you can ride a bike, you can pilot a kayak - actually, it’s a fair bit easier. Canoe’s, on the other hand, require a degree - not even a particularly small degree - of coordination, and there is always the antics of the other person to worry about. One person can flip everyone.<br><br>Back out to the front of the pack, he flips about and waits for everyone to finally make their way onto the water. He lifts a paddle and points it <em>all the way</em> across the lake at the river outlet, “<strong>Alright, that’s where we’re headed. </strong>” He swivels his paddle and motions it over by where some of the lake activities are, “<strong>Let’s avoid people,</strong>” Which shouldn’t be hard, they’re not in the same direction, “<strong>And make our way over there shall we? We’re going to cut across, fly right over the lake.</strong>”<br><br>Moving back to the ground, Sean works to coral them into vaguely an even line. Then he paddles behind them, infront, and turns around. “<strong>I’ve got a cheesecake made by Ms. Devons,</strong>” One of the camp administrators, “<strong>With strawberry topping, that I will share with the first group to get to the river.</strong>” Sean grins. Then stretches his paddle and taps the front of Billie and Angel’s canoe, just to make sure they stay in line. He gives Thorne an equally knowing glance.<br><br>He paddles backward to get out of their way, then pivots to head behind them, “<strong>I’ll follow from behind.</strong>” And that’s the position he takes. “<strong>This is cheesecake folks, play to win. No paddlewhacking, but otherwise play to win. Ready, set.</strong>” He blows a whistle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>11-04-2022, 20:54:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/843075716198694913/956695423798616114/41urmAAfmjS._AC_UL320_.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/953132949098864650/956341312813170689/223673025_501648837562559_5259942990960904425_n.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Billie Stenton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146255#msg16146255)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em> It’s not cold. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/7a/85/397a85bdf15b2ae5b5719f907a19ed29.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15PM</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Sean | Elle, Edgar, John-James, Robin, Devina</em><br><hr><br>Billie eyes Devina with some suspicion, but more interest. What the hell was she doing, jumping around like a maniac? <strong>”You trying to fly or something?”</strong> Billie asks, when her attention is drawn not only to Devina, but her weird jumping movements. The rebel shakes her head and then turns back to Angel, and returns the smirk, before following and grabbing a life jacket for herself. <strong>”Why not indeed.”</strong> There’s sarcasm to Billie’s tone, as she pulls the offending thing over her head, bright orange did not match her outfit, but it sure did make her stand out. Which at least was what it was designed to do. Billie may have been against most of the rules, but she sure wasn’t against things that would make her float instead of drown. There wasn’t a death wish in her head, just a whole lot of psychotropic medication.<br><br>There’s consideration in her gaze as she picks a canoe, and paddles. She hands one to Angel, and tilts her head in curiosity. <strong>”You ever canoe before?”</strong> Billie had, a couple times with her uncles, before she had moved back with her dad. Getting onto the water is fairly simple, and if Angel needs any guidance, Billie is sure to give it. Loud and boisterous, but gentle in her help.<br><br>The promise of cheesecake definitely would have seen Billie vying to get ahead, if Sean hadn’t taped their canoe with his paddle. Billie shoots him a look of almost annoyance, but she doesn’t move her paddle any more than to keep them in place on the stretch of water. <strong>”Aww, but who plays clean these days?”</strong> Certainly most would play dirty in any kind of game like this, but it is only cheesecake on the line. <strong>”Ready to go Wings?”</strong> Billie grins, and readies for that whistle to signal them to take off. Hopefully they can work well enough together to get to the finish before anyone else.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>12-04-2022, 05:43:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black sun hat, Black Batman shirt that cuts off mid drift, black long sleeve net shirt underneath Batman shirt that covers everything, black jeans with holes in them, black boots that are a bit to high heeled for hiking but she’s roughing it anyway, a black hoodie tied around her waist just in case, small backpack purse</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Sean|Elle,&nbsp; Angel, Billie, Devina,&nbsp; John-James, Robin, </em><br><hr><br>To say Devina was a little worried about her chances of drowning in the dark water of the river. Just a little…at least that was what she told herself as Sean spoke up and told her knowing nothing about kayaking made it much easier. She had no idea how that was even possible. Baphomet was about to speak up yet again, but Devina wrapped her arms around the bulbous stuffed animal and squeezed him tight. “Sorry,” she huffed and walked over to where the kayaks were seated.<br><br>“This can only end in disaster.” She told herself, “Don’t worry you have been graced by my gifts; you will be just fine.” Baphomet whispered, “Just don’t drop me.” He warned almost playfully before falling silent. His words were barely a whisper but somehow they helped. Well, sort off, “not like my gifts keep me from drowning.” She huffed again and nuzzled the top of Baphomet’s head in an effort to calm her nerves. Grabbing a paddle, she closed the distance between her and the kayaks.<br><br>Devina watched as the others selected their kayaks and realized then that there was no avoiding what would come next. So with a deep breath, she walked over to the water's edge and plopped Baphomet onto the plastic deathtrap before carefully trying to get into it. She wobbled on her feet causing the kayak to sway, which only served to cause her to panic. “Fuuucc,” she barely spoke the word as she struggled to sit without tipping her little boat of dread. Finally, after splashing up some water and managing to wet her entire seat she managed to sit down. Sheepishly she looked around hoping that her struggle was not as obvious as it felt. She half smirked and forced a laugh as she glanced at the people around her. Thankfully it seemed her ability to sink into the background still proved to be her strongest asset. Looking down she spied the rather annoyed look on her small friend's features and flashed him an apologetic look as he fluffed his now damp fur.<br><br>At the mention of cheesecake Devina perked up, something sweet sounded wonderful. But the fact that it was a race to the finish made her pout ever so slightly. She doubted that there was any way she could win, especially when she barely knew what she was doing. Even if that was apparently a good thing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 02:08:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/r55oiVf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Life preserver, backpack, grey hoodie and sweatpants</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Thorne | CJ, Devina, Felix</em><br><br><hr><br>Robin swallows tightly as he hears Sean go on about how kayaking is the easier choice. Well, that would have been helpful to know before he opened his mouth; it’s definitely too late now. Robin can’t imagine back-tracking in front of so many people because he is scared that he’ll topple Thorne over, though… especially since he’d have to explain to Thorne any of his deflated motivation to team-up came from his own lack of skill.&nbsp; What’s the worst that could happen, anyway? It wasn’t as if his canoeing partner looked like he could verbally rip someone to shreds and had built in knives on his fingertips. (Oh, right, it was exactly that.)<br><br>Blinking through his momentary paralysis Robin takes hold of the canoe and guides it with Thorne, his attention straying briefly over to Devina and her mouthy Baphomet. ”Seems like they all were a little insistent in their own way.” Robin laughs, forcing a smile through the absurdity of talking about sentient stuffed animals. Fellow, for his part, seems to be shifting in Robin’s pack, even possibly trying to get his attention with the way Robin feels the random poking at his back. Unfortunately, Robin can’t exactly determine what, if anything, the plushie mummy is trying to communicate with its uncomfortable prodding.<br><br>He does concede a slight sigh, shaking his head at Sean’s stated rewards for getting there first. Robin will be happy if he does not topple the canoe or end up landing Thorne there five minutes later than anyone else. ”I hope for your sake you aren’t the biggest cheesecake fan, I suspect my brother would be the much better partner at this,” Robin pauses, thinking. For him, at least, he can concede that while he has nothing against a sweet tooth, the idea of indulging in much of anything that would give CJ less reason to pay consistent attention to him than he already is would be difficult to actually enjoy.&nbsp; A moment on the lips and all that.<br><br>Shaking off thoughts of the other camper, Robin’s focus returns to Thorne. ”Are you into theater at all? I thought about it when seeing you do the makeup. I learned a few things myself even if it’s more for the stage.. Or like.. Clowning… miming…” Okay, this time Robin definitely felt Fellow kick him. He has to put up with enough people already rolling their eyes at his hobbies; he does not need Fellow’s embarrassment added to the mix!&nbsp; Still, Robin tries to pretend the thump didn’t happen and continue on with their preparations until they are ready to take off.<br><br>After that, unsurprisingly, Robin has far more pressing things occupying his mind than trying to make conversation.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheOwlChemist</strong> on <strong>13-04-2022, 05:14:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958869636198301736/tumblr_o9m7rdbUcs1qbduwso1_1280.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958900002242048010/beauty-55enf4bd2l-1080x1346.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Angel Williams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16150863#msg16150863)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Jean shorts and an overused, acid washed T-shirt with writing on it that is definitely not English. A clear backpack with pink piping.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th; 1:15 PM</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Billie | Devina, Elle, Robin, John-James, Sean Platt</em><br><hr><br>With her hair now appropriately up in a ponytail, Angel takes the paddle from Billie with little argument. <strong>”I’m afraid not. The closest water to me is the Chicago River, and it’s a bit crowded for that sort of thing.”</strong> It’s also polluted as hell, but Billie doesn’t need to know that. It’s getting better! Just don’t eat fish from it. <br><br>Thankfully, it seems that Billie has some knowledge, as they do manage to get the boat in the water without much incident. Thank god for that, Angel would have probably tipped it over. Once inside, she makes sure to check that the drawstring holding her bag closed is secure, and then stows it in the inside of the canoe. Cloudie may be (mostly) blue, but she had already made it clear this morning that she is no interest in getting wet. <br><br>Angel looks looks around at the others in the water as Sean answers Devina's question, and watches a couple of faces pale as he mentions that Kayaking is allegedly easier. Poor Robin seems to freeze in his tracks for a second. Glad to know that she isn't the only one clueless here. Still, Angel hates not knowing how to do stuff, and she would much rather have someone else around to lead the way then to go it alone, make a fool of herself, and be unable to sleep tonight for feeling bad and embarrassed by it. She needs to look at least moderately functional, for her own sanity. If Billie knows what she's doing? Great. Angel gets to benefit from that knowledge. If she doesn't? Well they'll be watching her fail instead of Angel. Win-win situation.<br><br>Angel feels a flash of annoyance when Sean taps their boat, but that fades once he mentions cheesecake. Angel is far from a New Yorker, (if she can eat pizza without a fork, she doesn’t want it), but she does love cheesecake. Or just desserts in general, she supposes. As long as there is no pineapple involved, she’s down for it. Does Angel have a clue what she is doing? Absolutely not. Originally, her only goal had been to not embarrass herself, but now she wants to win. She nods in Billie’s direction at her question, getting herself into the right headspace to figure this whole canoeing thing out as they wait for the signal. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>14-04-2022, 23:44:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://document-export.canva.com/M36i4/DAE9C2M36i4/28/thumbnail/0001.png?X-Amz-Algorithm=AWS4-HMAC-SHA256&amp;X-Amz-Credential=AKIAQYCGKMUHWDTJW6UD%2F20220405%2Fus-east-1%2Fs3%2Faws4_request&amp;X-Amz-Date=20220405T062302Z&amp;X-Amz-Expires=50897&amp;X-Amz-Signature=47f38b4f339f16488df7e28a0242bec628d8f4b3723e3fb47b0cd80f1a1fda01&amp;X-Amz-SignedHeaders=host&amp;response-expires=Tue%2C%2005%20Apr%202022%2020%3A31%3A19%20GMT) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Robin | Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Sean Platt</em><br><hr><br>Thorne felt his stomach sink as Sean explained that kayaking was the easier of the two options. A coil of shame and irritation burned in his chest. Was that something he should have known? How the fuck would he know that? Whatever. His only option was to commit to the canoe, or admit he had no idea what he was doing. Over his dead body. He guided the thing into the water with Robin, internally cursing his choice of footwear. Bubble gum pink platforms might not have been the best choice for a water hike. Or camping in general.<br><br>"No kidding," Thorne eyed Devina and Baphomet as he said this. <em>What were they doing?</em> He thought about ending the conversation there, but that brought on the possibility of a silence somehow more awkward. "Fellow insist on coming too?" He asked instead, nodding towards the backpack Robin was carrying.<br><br>Thorne had initially been more focused on getting to their destination without going for an involuntary swim, but the mention of competition did have him wanting to outdo the others, even if just to spite them. He shrugged. "I could take it or leave it. Besides, I've got my own stash of sweets," As if to emphasize his point, Thorne pulled a packet of bubblegum from one of the pockets of his bag and popped one into his mouth with a grin. As he went to put it back, a small voice, almost too quiet to be heard spoke up from his bag. "Sharing is caring." Thorne couldn't help but smile slightly at the voice. Though he would never admit it to anyone, the fact that Sad Kitty could speak to him now brought him more joy than he could put words to. But that wasn't something anyone needed to know. Thorne forced his small smile into a frown and offered the packet of bubblegum to Robin. "Want one?" After a moment's hesitation, he adds, "Felix is your brother, right? What's that like?"<br><br>"Not really, I never bothered getting into it," Thorne admitted. He hadn't really bothered to get into <em>anything</em> in school really. Anything allowed that is. Robin's next words, however, have him raising an eyebrow and levelling the other with a disapproving scowl. "Are you saying I look like a fucking clown?"<br><br>He gets in the canoe, barely managing not to tip it as it rocks under his movement. Thorne once again curses his choice of footwear. He's tempted to play dirty even as Sean shoots him a knowing glance. In fact, that might make it even more tempting. They'd have to see about figuring out how to operate the damn thing in the first place, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>16-04-2022, 22:25:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MhEVnI4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Jean jacket, white undershirt, black leggings, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, <strong>Edgar</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong>, Sean Platt</em><br><hr>Ellie's expression fell away and went entirely blank when her would-be partner just lackadaisically brushed off their combined lack of knowledge with six little words that always seemed to challenge fate. There were numbers adding up here, and Counselor Platt's note on the ease of Kayaking rang loud and clear in her head. "Right. Well, I appreciate your willingness to drown with me but I think we should probably go for the kayaking thing like the counselor suggested." Ellie managed scrunch her features into something of a mix between sheepish, doubtful and perhaps a sprinkle of completely wigged out. <br><br>But then she snorted, shoved at his shoulder playful and nodded a head toward the river outlet they were all supposed to race to. "Bet I pull my shit together and manage to get there before you do." She flashed the boy a cocky grin. Then was out of the canoe and setting herself up in a Kayak instead. She scrambles a bit to get herself situated now that she was lagging behind the rest, but with no more than a small handful of shenanigans, she actually managed to get herself inside it without tipping the whole thing over. "Phew!" She wipes a bit of sweat from her eyes and glances back toward Robbie curiously. <br><br>She was glad he'd found a partner so easily, even if it wasn't her <s>dammit</s>, but she wasn't sure how much skill he had with a canoe either. His family used to go on camping trips frequently enough in the old days, but she didn't remember anything involving water more than perhaps some fishing and creek rock hopping. Robin actually looked about as comfortable in that canoe as she had moments earlier -- and likely in no small part due to how the conversation fell apart. "No, <i>dingleberry</i>," The girl shot at Thorne immediately, an eye roll trailing along with it. "He was talking about what he learned about make up in <i>his</i> experience. <i>Sheesh</i>" She turned with a huff and started paddling further into the water. "<i>Not everything is about you.</i>"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Man, suddenly she felt like she was reprimanding Jimmy and Chanel again. Those two were <i>always</i> going at it with each other, and playing negotiator or referee was often left to her. "You two better hurry up or you're going to get left behind." She warned as she started toward the river mouth just like the counselor had instructed. It felt like he'd whistled ages ago though. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>17-04-2022, 05:09:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/3bzOqYW.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Sean Platt</strong></div></div><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Next Post: 4.22.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong>, Edgar</span><hr><em>Elle, Robin &amp; Thorne, Angel &amp; Billie, Devina</em><br><br>Sean watches Devina struggle to get into her kayak while trying to avoid the water. The whole spectacle is mildly confusing. “<strong>Hey boots, it’s water, it doesn’t bite.</strong>” He calls with a mild chuckle. More than that, the number one cause of flipping a kayak is, in fact, trying to not flip a kayak. “<strong>Stop being so timid. Put your…</strong>” He shakes his head as she continues to fuss with it, soaking her seat in the process. These poor kids need to figure out to just put their damn feet in the water.<br><br>Regardless, his attention is pulled away from her struggles when the split up between Elle and Edgar happens. He squints a little bit and watches Elle retreat back to the shore to grab a kayak. What happened there? Before he can make out what’s going on, the lazy boy all but rolls out of the canoe and throws his hands up. He seems done with the activity, despite Elle’s playfulness - though his mood hasn’t changed at all. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and makes his way aimlessly back across the shore and toward the cabin without a word.<br><br>There’s going to need to be a conversation about that later, but right now Sean has a group of other campers to wrangle. Edgar can’t get far and there are plenty of other eyes to watch him for the time being. Once Elle is in the water and caught up with the others - who all seem to be having their own unique problems with this, which is half the fun of it for him - he blows his whistle.<br><br>Elle seems to be the only one who immediately gets the point of the whistle and despite being the last to the line is the first one to take off. Sean doesn’t make a move to stop her either. He waits until she has gotten a full kayak length ahead of the others who, apparently, have been content to sit in line even after the whistle was blown, before saying, “<strong>Uhh, campers?</strong>” He makes a little nudging motion with his head, and gives a canoe a gentle shove from behind with his paddle, “<strong>She’s going to win real easy if you all keep sitting here.</strong>” <br><br>The initial send off sees a clear first place position stolen out of the gate. "<strong>No <em>paddlewhacking</em>.</strong>" He calls out, as the others begin. But he really stresses that last word - that <em>one thing</em> he doesn't want to see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>18-04-2022, 18:54:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/r55oiVf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Life preserver, backpack, grey hoodie and sweatpants</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Thorne | Ellie, Felix</em><br><br><hr><br>”Felix is great, yeah. Best brother that I could have.” Robin does not know any other brother, obviously, but he is fairly certain that is true. Sure, he and Felix have had their moments of divergence and disagreement, but they were rarely severe in his opinion… and speaking of the fights they <em>did</em> have certainly wasn’t small-talk in his mind. Robin comments a bit more softly, ”I think we got extra close because sometimes it felt like our parents were against us. I mean, they try, but… I don’t know.&nbsp; They like to keep up appearances…” Though Robin had not thought about it before, it is a strangely freeing feeling that he can share things that will not somehow get back to his mother in the form of political fire. Her constituents arestates away.<br><br>Robin’s easing into the situation is interrupted swiftly by the question - accusation - that he thinks Thorne looks like a clown. He means to say ‘no, that’s not what I meant at all’, but instead he just stares sort of slack-jawed. His brain tugs at words that don’t come. He knows it looks bad, he knows he should say something, but literally nothing comes out. Nothing comes from his worthless tight throat and…<br><br>Ellie speaks. He glances at her, pale and grateful. Words still aren’t easy but he can breathe again. ”Yeah, that,” Robin chokes out, looking down. <br><br>Robin’s not sure if it’s better or worse that it’s time - past time - to get going.&nbsp; He’s not exactly sure how to do this, but he knows the general motion with the oars and that he better be doing it in coordination.&nbsp; <br><br>Picking up the oars he looks at Thorne, lacking the voice suddenly to communicate with words.&nbsp; Instead he nods, and when he sees Thorne is ready he begins to paddle in steady strokes, trying to keep reasonable time and his partner. It’s slightly nerve-wracking, but on the other hand, if he’s focused on putting his body into the rowing motion and being attentive to their relative pacing, at least he doesn’t have to fight against the urge to be awkwardly silent after the misunderstanding.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>18-04-2022, 22:37:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://64.media.tumblr.com/8e868cef8cb5f77972fb66cfe67417a6/c0523488e9cdf000-61/s2048x3072/e5ca6caeaa0f9c04615f91f20035efd0b27092ad.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Elle, Robin | Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Sean Platt</em><br><hr><br>Thorne felt a pang of jealousy when Robin talked about his relationship with his brother. It was something Thorne himself had never had, never would have, he was sure. He'd had something close once upon a time, but he refused to think of that now. It was too late to fix it, so what would be the point? "Sounds nice," he admitted after a moment. "My parents didn't care much for appearances. Or anything really." <em>Especially where little John-James was concerned. </em>He shook his head to clear away the offending thought. "Not that it matters, really."<br><br>His eyebrow remained raised as he crossed his arms over his chest and morphed his face into a scowl while he waited impatiently for Robin's answer. When Elle speaks, Thorne's disapproval targets her instead. If looks could kill, Elle would surely have disintegrated on the spot. "Do you always listen in on everyone else's conversations?" He snaps. Having another camper (or more likely two, given how things were going with Robin) hate him so quickly after the start of camp wasn't ideal, but it was easier than the reverse. At least it was for Thorne.<br><br>"Oh we will. We're just giving you a head start," Thorne returned. Though he was smiling as he said this, it was a dangerous look, as sharp as his chosen namesake. As she paddles away and Thorne and Robin are left as alone as they can be, he sighed at looked back to the other boy for a moment. "It's fine. There's no hard feelings over what you said," he sounds uncharacteristically awkward and stilted as he says this, and he looks away from Robin and down into the water before he continues. "I'm just used to people being assholes, you know?"<br><br>Thorne starts his own attempt at paddling forward, occasionally looking back to Robin and some of the other campers to follow their lead. His goal now is to beat Elle, just to rub it in her face. He wants to paddlewhack her (<em>whatever the fuck that means</em>) just to piss Sean off, but a better idea strikes him instead. If they are able to get within close enough range to Elle's kayak, Thorne will stick his paddle underneath it and push it upwards in an attempt to flip her kayak over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 05:00:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MhEVnI4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Jean jacket, white undershirt, black leggings, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, <strong>John-James</strong>, Robin, Sean Platt</em><br><hr>"Yes." Ellie replied bluntly, with an expression just as flat. "When I'm at a <i>group event</i> with like <i>five people</i>." Her brown eyes rolled. Sure, she was probably missing a few people in that guesstimate but maybe only like one or two. Besides, as if their conversation was all that private anyways? What a drama king! First he's trying to twist Robbie's words -- something that comes so difficult for him -- and now he was trying to make <i>her</i> look like the bad guy here? <i>As if!</i>Ellie knew better. Ellie knew Robin would struggle there -- Perhaps because, once upon a time, she had placed him in very similar situations herself.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Ellie didn't need to see the way Thorne smiled at the back of her head to hear the bittersweet promise in his <i>"charitable"</i> excuse. She knew she'd made an enemy here, and already anticipated that her day was just going to go downhill from there. It didn't matter in the end. All it really did was feed her stupid pride -- because this time she'd be taking it <i>for</i> Robbie, and not against him. Somehow that just put a giant smile on her face.<br><br>Now all she had to do was win that stupid cheesecake for him -- and considering her unanticipated head start, she might just accomplish that!&nbsp; "You got this, Elle stupido." She coached herself as she started to get the hang of the paddles. It was even starting to feel kind of fun. <i>Peaceful even</i>. As she drifted further into the lake she couldn’t help but admire the way it felt to glide across a shimmering surface that seemed to dance the further she roamed. <br><br>A surface she was about to become intimately acquainted with. <br><br>“Wagh!” The girl squawked unattractively as her kayak capsized, sending her straight down into the lake. As she plunged down, the water wooshed against her ears and stung between her eyes as it filled her unwitting nostrils to invade her sinuses. Her arms flailed above her, reaching and grabbing at the water in a panic while her legs kicked below her like she was trying to find some sort of foothold. As her life jacket did its job and started pulling her to the surface, the kayak – now upside down – drifted above and blocked her full ascent. Her head smacked against one of the panels, bubbles burbling from her mouth as she yelped. Eventually one of her hands found something to grab onto, a rope tied along the top rim, and she was able to pull herself out from under the kayak. When she breached the surface she sputtered and coughed, gasping for air as she gripped onto the side of the boat like it was her last life line.<br><br>“<i>What–</i>” She wheezed as she held onto her nose, and flashed a glare after the obvious culprit. “<i>--the fuck!</i>”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 23:08:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black sun hat, Black Batman shirt that cuts off mid drift, black long sleeve net shirt underneath Batman shirt that covers everything, black jeans with holes in them, black boots that are a bit to high heeled for hiking but she’s roughing it anyway, a black hoodie tied around her waist just in case, small backpack purse</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Robin|Sean, Elle,&nbsp; Angel, Billie, Devina,&nbsp; John-James, </em><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br>Devina knew she was a hot mess, but at least she’d made it into the kayak. It never even dawned on her to step into the water and just sit down in the boat that way. No, her happy butt had to do things the hard way. At least she’d not ended up taking a bath. Though in trying to avoid getting wet she did accomplish just that. Still, Devina was happy with her little accomplishment and slowly settled in her seat.<br><br>Robin’s voice caught her attention quickly enough and his comment about their little stuffy companions brought a small smile to her lips. She nodded lightly but before Devina could speak up Robin’s attention shifted to the others once more. Taking it as a sign to keep quiet Devina simply started to focus on paddling lightly. Baphomet didn’t move or speak, but he looked ever worried about the water was not far from his very fluffy form. He looked up at Devina but before he could speak she nodded, ‘We got this…I think.” She said with a small sigh.<br><br>And before she knew it the race was off, and Devina was already getting left behind. The glare from Baphomet was all she needed to get underway. Her arms awkwardly tried to find a rhythm that worked. But slowly Devina found herself getting into the groove and living through the water with ease. It really wasn’t that bad, at least she thought so. Only the others could tell if she was really accomplishing much of anything.<br><br>Devina looked up just in time to see Ellie go into the water, she gasped and paddled a little faster. Though if and when she got to her was there even anything she could do to help? Slipping up Devina glared at John-James before looking at Elle. “You ok?” She asked while reaching with one hand to steady Ellie's boat a bit, so she could grab hold of it. “Umm, let's get you flipped over. If we can, that is.” Devina rested her paddle on her lap before carefully reaching to try and help flip the kayak back over. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>22-04-2022, 14:47:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/843075716198694913/956695423798616114/41urmAAfmjS._AC_UL320_.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/953132949098864650/956341312813170689/223673025_501648837562559_5259942990960904425_n.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Billie Stenton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146255#msg16146255)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em> It’s not cold. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/7a/85/397a85bdf15b2ae5b5719f907a19ed29.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 11am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Sean | Elle, Edgar, John-James, Robin, Devina</em><br><hr><br>Billie has to secretly agree with Counselor Killjoy, paddlewhacking would not be good in a group of young adults that didn't know what the fuck they were doing. In fact it seemed like Sean and Billie were the only two who had ever actually done this before. It makes the young woman grin, because it also meant they, being Angel and Billie, had a bit of a leg up in this race. <strong>"You good back there?"</strong> Billie asks as they start rowing, the take off is a bit slow at first, given they have to sync their coordination up. Once that's accomplished though, they are off. At least until Billie hears the screech and splash from their right. <br><br>Billie cranes her head to find out what the source of the noise is, spotting Elle in the water and her Kayak flipped over. There's no hesitation, and barely any warning to Angel before Billie is maneuvering their steering to get close to the flipped Kayak. Devina apparently has similar ideas, and Billie can't help the smile she gives the other camper. <strong>"Sorry Wings, I'll always pick helping somebody else over cheesecake."</strong> Billie explains to her current partner in crime, before the canoe slides easily up. Next to the kayak, and Elle. <br><br><strong>"Just don't move Wings, you'll be our balance."</strong> Billie instructs as she reaches out and helps Devina flip the Kayak over. <strong>"Don't you know your supposed to stay in the kayak Ms. Scarlet?"</strong> The rebel reaches out a hand towards Elle, and grins, but then her face gets serious, <strong>"You okay?"</strong> Luckily the weight of Angel in the back steadies the canoe so it doesn't flip either. Though Billie would have been fine if it did. She wasn't the best swimmer of the campers, but she certainly wasn't terrible either. All that parkour didn't hurt in building up her muscles either, which made even swimming against a current easier. <br><br><strong>"Here if Devina holds the Kayak steady, I can pull you up a bit, and then you can climb back in."</strong> Billie keeps her hand outstretched for the soaked camper, a genuine and helpful smile on her face. No doubt Winter was going to tease her about being so helpful later, but Billie would take it. So long as she actually helped someone. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>23-04-2022, 00:32:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/3bzOqYW.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Sean Platt</strong></div></div><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Next Post: 4.28.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong></span><hr><em>Elle, Robin &amp; Thorne, Angel &amp; Billie, Devina</em><br><br>Despite his antics, Thorne has obeyed the rules as they were presented. He didn’t paddlewhack Elle, so no whistle gets blown, and his canoe is allowed to proceed across the lake. Sean stays back though, ready to assist Elle if it should become needed. Sean is, however, surprised to see so many of the other campers come together to help her out. So rather than getting into the mess, he allows them to go about trying to rescue the poor girl. Teamwork is a camp essential! Though flipping a kayak, in kayaks and canoes yourself, without flipping yourself, and getting someone back into it is not in any way a particularly easy thing to accomplish. By the time Elle is assisted and back into her kayak, and everyone is detangled and ready to go, Thorne and Robin have an insurmountable lead.<br><br>There’s no prize for second place. So Sean paddles up beside Elle, gives her a little side glance, “<strong>You good?</strong>” Just to ensure she’s going to be fine.<br><br>Eventually, when everyone else catches up and they’re at the river’s mouth, Sean raises a hand to the two boys, “<strong>Cheesecake with me tonight boys. Good job.</strong>” He paddles around and lets the current start to drag him down the river backwards, “<strong>Now play nice everyone. Let’s get down the river without any more incidents huh?</strong>” He looks right at Thorne, “<strong>You won, so take the lead.</strong>” He looks at the girls”, “<strong>Nice hustle back there, I want you two in the back center. And Elle?</strong>” He scans over for her Kayak, “<strong>Take the middle huh? Join her there, Devina.</strong>” He instructs the two of them.<br><br>Sean takes a position at the far back, behind the canoe of the girls. In total - including your four vessels, and Sean’s kayak - there are eleven vessels on the river. In a sort of pod the group hits the river’s current and starts down it. Sean spouts some largely unimportant facts about Stillwater lake and the river, but that stops after the first five minutes or so. The - mostly - quiet of the journey is disrupted by one of the <em>other</em> canoe’s occupants hooking up their phone to a particularly powerful bluetooth speaker. Soon the group is gliding easily down the river to the likes of Captain Jack (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Bb_w7nOBwg) and assorted other music that is at its best in a Dance Dance Revolution machine.<br><br>About thirty minutes into the journey, they are down several bends and no longer in view of the lake proper. Surrounded on both sides by rocky hills that lead into the depths of the forest. From the vantage of the rear canoe it is possible to see something <em>big</em>, like a tremendous shadow beneath the surface of the water, rush beneath all the boats. It’s surprisingly gentle and doesn’t seem to disturb, except for a single bulge of water that grows and moves between the kayaks of Elle and Devina - who both experience a sort of push to the side, rocking their boats to opposite sides. The swell of water is gone before either of them can take note of what pushed them.<br><br>Furthest away from the group the boys of the forward canoe are away from the music and, <strong>if</strong> they are particularly observant or paying attention, notice a growing stillness and silence in the forest around them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>26-04-2022, 04:05:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MhEVnI4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Jean jacket, white undershirt, black leggings, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pmish</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em><strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, John-James, Robin, Sean Platt</em><br><hr>As much as Ellie wanted to throw a fit and put her vocabulary of curse words on display, the fact that so many people actually stopped – giving up their chances for the big prize – just to help <i>her</i> was actually more striking than the crime itself. In a way, it was even strangely <i>touching</i>. “Thank you…” She croaked as she held onto Devina’s kayak to give her a bit of counter-weight while she was trying to turn Ellie’s kayak back over. “Thanks guys..” She repeated now that Billie and Angel had joined their endeavor, and swallowed back those silly emotions that threatened to spill over. She was really glad she was already soaking wet, it did well to camouflage her glossy eyes. <br><br>“Heh,” She rolled her eyes at Billie’s comment, glad to have her snark to cling onto. “Sorry, the water just looked so nice I thought I should have a little dip.” She snarked right back, but took her hand. Between the four of them Ellie was eventually back on her kayak – albeit, soaked to the bone. Good thing it was summer, right? “I’m fine, <i>really.</i> Thank you guys.” Honestly, she couldn’t say it enough. Part of her wanted to tell them how much they really saved her. How her ability to swim was non-existent, and any attempt to do this on her own would likely be equally unsuccessful. “Thank you.” She exhaled in relief now that she was fully settled again. She had to stop herself from saying it over and over again, she was just so relieved. <br><br>Thankfully, Ellie also wasn’t one to avoid a horse after being bucked off it once. The only thing that made her want to paddle back to shore was the fact their guide just let the boy get away with it all! He even rewarded them in the end! Ellie huffed, most evidently pouting even if she was following his directions. She was at least glad to be <i>behind</i> Thorne and Robin, and safely tucked next to Devina. At least she <i>thought</i> she was safe – despite the horrid music destroying her brain cells – but when something <i>big</i> pushed up between her and her battle buddy her brown eyes nearly popped right out of her skull. <br><br>“Holy shit, did you just see that?!” She exclaimed to Devina while she scrambled to balance her kayak again. She didn’t want another trip in the water any time soon. She was actually starting to dry off when their adventure went all <i>Lake Placid</i> her. Surely they were too far in land and north for there to be any giant crocodiles around, right?<br><br>...<i>Right</i>?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>27-04-2022, 00:39:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black sun hat, Black Batman shirt that cuts off mid drift, black long sleeve net shirt underneath Batman shirt that covers everything, black jeans with holes in them, black boots that are a bit to high heeled for hiking but she’s roughing it anyway, a black hoodie tied around her waist just in case, small backpack purse</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Robin|Sean, Elle,&nbsp; Angel, Billie, Devina,&nbsp; John-James, </em><br><br><hr><br>Devina was not one sure of herself on the water in a seemingly flimsy kayak. But she paddled over to Ellie either way, placing her paddle in the middle of her lap she reaches carefully to try and steady Ellie’s kayak. It was a bit difficult considering they were both still in the water. But Devina was determined to help, even if it meant she ended up going for a swim in the end because of it.<br><br>“Your welcome,” Devina said softly as Ellie thanked her two times over. “I’d hate to be left behind in the water so no way I’m leaving you.” She had insisted gently before a laugh escaped, “Jeans jacket and all,” she mused softly as Ellie joked about wanting to take a dip. Thankfully with Billie’s help the duo manage to help Ellie back into her kayak. Though she looked like a drowned rat by the time, they did. Granted it was still rather hot outside, so hopefully she would dry off quickly.<br><br>Once Ellie was settled, Devina nodded and once again smiled, “No need to keep thanking us.” She promised with a nod before looking to Sean and nodding to him. “Ok,” she said softly realizing they had long lost the race. Not that Devina ever really saw herself winning it to begin with. So instead, she fell into place next to Ellie and started paddling once more. At least that was until something dark and creepy swam between their kayaks. Devina froze as the dark shadow passed beneath them, Baphomet looked about confused as to why the kayak was suddenly getting tossed about. “I did!” She answered nervously, “Sean…there aren’t like gators in this water are there?” She asked him even as part of herself tried to convince herself that it was just a trick of the sun or something. Then again she now had a living stuff animal, not only that, but they all did. So who’s to say a giant lake monster wasn’t possible as well. “Ahh guys I think we need to paddle faster.” She suggested as her eyes tried to search the water around her, slowly but firmly Devina began paddling towards shore and what she presumed to be safety. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheOwlChemist</strong> on <strong>28-04-2022, 01:28:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958869636198301736/tumblr_o9m7rdbUcs1qbduwso1_1280.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958900002242048010/beauty-55enf4bd2l-1080x1346.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Angel Williams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16150863#msg16150863)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Jean shorts and an overused, acid washed T-shirt with writing on it that is definitely not English. A clear backpack with pink piping.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th; 1:15 PM</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Billie, Sean Platt| Devina, Elle, Robin, John-James,</em><br><hr><br>It takes them a minute to figure out the paddling. Billie knows what she’s doing, thank god, but it still takes some doing to figure out a rhythm together that works. Once they’re going, though, they’re going. Elle had grabbed an early lead, but it doesn't take long to sail past her. They’re about neck and neck with the boys when the splash comes from just behind them and to the right in the water. Angel barely has time to look before Billie has craned the boat that way. She’s slightly miffed that she had no say in this decision, but can’t help agreeing with Billie’s sentiment, nodding in her direction as they pull up to help her bunkmate. <br><br>Devina is already there by the time they maneuver their way over, which surprises Angel at first. Then again, Devina seems to be generally very sweet. If she’s going to be assertive, it makes sense that it would be to help someone else. Angel stays in the back of the kayak, as instructed by she who knows what she’s doing, leaning back a bit to try and distribute the weight and keep the kayak steady. For a second it starts to tip as Billie trys to pull Ellie up, but she manages to put all of her (admittedly, not substantial) weight into the back end and keep them afloat. Thank god they’re all about the same size. <br><br><strong>“Are you okay?” </strong>She asks Elle, watching the boys sail past them from the corner of her eye. She vaguely hears Cloudie grumble from inside her bag, but really doesn’t care. She reaches into her bag, grabbing a second scrunchie to offer Elle, as her hair is now soaking.&nbsp; As she does so, she addresses the angry little gremlin in her bag. "<strong>Psst, it's just cake! The girls are more important, they know where we sleep.</strong>" Granted, that's not exactly why Angel cares, but moral arguments can sometimes be lost on Cloudie and she does not need a pissy Tapir in plain view of the unawakened. The boys are so far ahead by this point that there is no use attempting to win, but they all make it to the mouth safely. She’s tempted to try and make some cheesecake for the girls, though she will need to look up a no bake recipe so she doesn’t set anything on fire. Because she will. She can seriously burn water. <br><br>She’s glad to take up the rear on the way back, if only to make sure Elle and Devina stay steady. It’s from there she sees the shadow, pointing it out to Billie as it passes. She looks up at first, thinking perhaps that it might be a flock of birds or something, but when she sees nothing up there, determines that it must be in the water. “Hey, look. There’s something beneath us, it’s huge!” Elle and Devina get pushed ahead of them, and both begin to panic. Angel isn’t sure it’s a moment of panic?? It’s certainly insanely big, but it doesn’t seem aggressive. Then again, she had passed off the initial signs of the airplane cabin depressurizing and look how that turned out. She decides to warn Sean just in case, turning back to him. “Hey Councilor, there’s something in the water, should we pull off?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>28-04-2022, 19:44:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/843075716198694913/956695423798616114/41urmAAfmjS._AC_UL320_.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/953132949098864650/956341312813170689/223673025_501648837562559_5259942990960904425_n.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Billie Stenton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146255#msg16146255)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em> It’s not cold. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/7a/85/397a85bdf15b2ae5b5719f907a19ed29.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 11am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Sean | Elle, Edgar, John-James, Robin, Devina</em><br><hr><br>Billie genuinely smiles at Elle as she thanks them. Usually Billie’s smiles are more like smirks, or grins showing her amusement. Not to say Billie wasn’t genuine with her emotions most of the time, she didn’t believe in burying her feelings, instead she shouted it from the rooftops if she could. Billie was the kind of person who made sure others knew what she felt. Even now, <strong>”You are welcome. Couldn’t leave anyone behind.”</strong> Billie squeezes Elle’s hand softly while helping the other woman up. A gentle show of affection from Billie. The smile melts into a snarky grin when Elle shoots her sarcasm back, and Billie chuckles softly. <strong>”Sure, that makes sense, but maybe try bringing a swimsuit next time?”</strong> Billie makes a show at looking poor Elle up and down, before giving a very exaggerated wink to let the other woman know she’s joking with her flirt.<br><br>Once Elle is safely back in her kayak, Billie shoots a look of pure annoyance at the counselor. No reprimand at all for flipping Elle over? They were just going to get away with that shit? <strong>”Well that’s bullshit.”</strong> Billie states loudly, shaking her head. Though Killjoy kind of redeems himself by putting Elle in the middle, and throwing a compliment at the hustle to help Elle.<br><br>At least as they continue in their new line up Billie can appreciate the view around them. The hills and nature around the river reminds her of Uncle Joey and how much he enjoyed this kind of thing. Their camping trips had always been full of nature walks, and boat rides down various rivers around the country. Her mind drifts to some of her favorite moments on those camping trips, at least until Angel brings her attention to the shadow, and the girls freaking out over it ahead of them makes Billie feel her nerves start to jolt.<br><br>The shadow itself is pretty big, and Billie swallows thickly at its presence. <strong>”What is that?”</strong> The rebel questions, peering down into the water as the shadow passes, trying to get a glimpse of any sort of identifying features to the creature below them in the water. When she can’t see anything she watches it swell the water below the girls ahead of them. <strong>”Hey it's okay! It's probably just a really big aquatic creature.”</strong> That probably doesn’t sound super reassuring, especially because Billie is kind of scared herself, but it hadn’t gone to hurt any of the vessels they were in, so was it really dangerous? <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>28-04-2022, 22:29:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/ABCswWH.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Next Post: 5.4.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong></span><hr>Even before the water surge between the kayak’s has had a chance to settle entirely, fog begins to roll in from the forest. It’s moving <em>quick</em>, like it has a purpose. And there’s no mistaking that it’s not natural because it’s flooding inward over the river from all directions, without being guided by the wind - in fact, it moves in spite of the wind. There are several calls for Sean to make a decision but no answers come. And the first person to turn around and look to see why will note that he and his cherry red kayak are gone. The fog behind them is dense and as tall as the trees, forming a solid white wall.<br><br>The music stops. Just <em>gone</em>. Eyes turned that way reveal that canoe gone. In fact, all of the canoes that do not belong to the five awakened individuals are gone. So are the shores, the wall creates a cylinder, about thirty feet wide from the center that covers entirely just the water. High above the sky can still be seen, the day beyond the fog seems entirely normal. That’s where the fog stops - it seems to swirl against an invisible barrier, and this ‘hole’ in the bank follows them as they move - they are perpetually unable to get to the edge of the fog.<br><br>More concerning is that even if they turn to where they <em>know</em> a shore should be, as they paddle that way they do so endlessly and never run into land.<br><br>Beneath the water the shadow stirs again. It seems bigger than the entire space uncovered by the fog. Large bubbles begin to rise - almost like the water is boiling, or something enormous is breathing - from beneath the surface and disrupt its flow. It seems impossible how deep the river is right now, and yet they are witnessing it first hand. The water swells all around them, all four boats are jostled and sent pushed in different directions. Then it emerges. From the water shooting nearly thirty feet above them, an impossibly large tentacle - suckers and all - wriggles in the air. Like a whip it roils up and then comes down with a tremendous slap, only ten feet from the side of Devina’s kayak. It hits the water with such force that waves push everyone around - nearly capsizing those closest to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>29-04-2022, 00:26:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/r55oiVf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Life preserver, backpack, grey hoodie and sweatpants</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Thorne | Ellie, Felix</em><br><br><hr><br>Needless to say, Robin is not having a fun time on his first canoeing trip. His stunned silence at Thorne’s attack on Ellie doesn’t do him any favors. He glares quietly at the other rower as he pushes forward. He knows it doesn’t do any good; it’s a glare as effective as the one he has used on bullies all his life, and even his own parents who have consistently made him and his brother feel like unruly prop pieces in their life. It’s never done any good, and Robin is sure that it isn’t going to do good this time, either.<br><br>He presses on because he doesn’t have much of a choice; Ellie had plenty of rescuers who were able to use their voices; people who were braver… better… than him.&nbsp; He’s grateful at least that others call for Sean when he goes missing. Robin finds his voice again after some hesitation, calling as well, commenting to Thorne, ”I’m going to try to go faster in case he got pulled ahead somehow…,”<br><br>Given that he and Thorne are dependent on rowing at a similar speed and stride, that means of course he wants Thorne to go faster.&nbsp; Robin can’t <em>quite</em> say that, though. Thorne’s too intimidating, this whole encounter is too overwhelming. It can’t get worse.<br><br>It does get worse, though, as hope of the shore vanishes and then a… giant octopus (kraken???!) tentacle breaks the waves and crashes nearby Davina. It leaves Robin screaming and shaking.. and then just shaking as he realizes he is screaming, and now that he <em>can</em> use his voice he really doesn’t want to.<br>&nbsp;<br>A whole host of thoughts run through Robin’s head such as whether cephalopods can see targets that aren’t moving or are attracted to noise. The truth is that he doesn’t know <em>any</em> of that, though. He does know from running from bullies, though, that fast is often better, so he does what he can to work with Thorne, bracing and trying to prepare for having to quickly adjust the canoe as the heavy waves crash down. <br><br>He tries to remain aware of his surroundings and even help if he sees trouble, and yet also seems resigned to the fact he can’t exactly be looking around and paddling well at the same time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>30-04-2022, 01:25:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black sun hat, Black Batman shirt that cuts off mid drift, black long sleeve net shirt underneath Batman shirt that covers everything, black jeans with holes in them, black boots that are a bit to high heeled for hiking but she’s roughing it anyway, a black hoodie tied around her waist just in case, small backpack purse</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Robin|Sean, Elle,&nbsp; Angel, Billie, Devina,&nbsp; John-James, </em><br><br><hr><br><br>Davina felt her heart racing even before the thick fog began to roll in. As if her body knew long before she did that there was something amiss. She tried to hide it, but her shaking hands gave it away. Gripping the oar in her hands tight she tried to take a deep breath and calm her nerves. It couldn’t be something as sinister as she was thinking…it just couldn’t. “Sean? What should we…” her words trailed off as she looked over to the area Sean’s kayak once was. “What, how?” She gasped and looked around as if would simply pop up and go BOO got yeah.<br><br>Sadly though he did no such thing and the group soon became smaller and smaller as if the fog were eating the other kayakers right up. “Guys, what should we do?” Davina kept her kayak steady and wracked her brain for possible answers. But the only thing that kept coming to mind were the many horror movies she’d seen start just like this. “Stay calm Devina,” Baphomet spoke softly as he eyed the water untrustingly. “Stay calm, did you seriously just tell me to stay calm. When in the history of ever has telling a woman to stay calm ever worked?!” Devina flailed a bit which wiggled her kayak a bit more then Baphomet would have liked. “Fine then just don’t tip us over.” He looked back and forth as the others around them started to panic and try other ways of getting out of the fog.<br><br>But then the bubbles started to come to the surface as something began to rise. ‘AH…guys…guys…ah…” Devina stumbled over her words before a large 30 foot tentacle came shooting out of the water. It came crashing down not ten feet away from her. Devina let out a short scream as she started to try and paddle away from the Kraken?! “This can’t be happening, this can’t be happen.” She repeated again and again. “You have a talking demon and powers so how can this not be happening?!” Baphomet turned to looked Devina over, “Keep your wits about you and paddle faster!” He demanded and Devina complied though she didn’t seem to be gaining much ground as she worked the paddle through the water. “Anyone see land or anything besides a kraken?!” She called out to the others, half holding up her paddle to beat at anything that came her way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>02-05-2022, 12:33:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MhEVnI4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Jean jacket, white undershirt, black leggings, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pmish</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, John-James, Robin, <s>Sean Platt</s></em><br><hr>It was definitely Ellie’s first instinct to get out of the water. Even before she knew <i>what</i> was actually hiding in it. She was on her way to the shore – councilor’s say so or not – when she noticed something <i>almost</i> as creepifying. Since when did creepy fogs blow into the water from land and not the other way around?! <i>Yup</i>, they were definitely in a horror movie, and while this might not be Lake Placid, it was probably worse… Even better, as was typical, their councilor was the first to go. <i>Great</i>. <br><br>Now Ellie would never say she didn’t have a wild imagination but after watching a massive tentacle – that would make hentai weebs deadlock all their orifices shut – shoot out of the gentle rapids, she knew her imagination had never been <i>that</i> strong. To say the very least the girl’s jaw dropped, despite any deadlocks. “Uh…cephalopods don’t get that big!” She sputtered in defiance of what she currently saw. Since <i>when</i> did tentacled creatures live out of fresh water systems!? "This isn't possible!" Yes, keep telling yourself that. Whatever she needed to think to keep herself from wetting her nearly dry jeans.<br><br><i>Wake up, Ellie.</i> Boy is she glad she didn’t bring Mr. Pringles with her. She didn’t think taking a stuffed animal – no matter if it was magically animated or not – to a water adventure was a good idea. <i>This</i> just proved it. “Guys, guys! Don’t group up too close together or make any sudden moves!” She called out as her kayak twirled on the water and Ellie did her best to keep it from spilling over. They didn’t need to give it a bigger target. For all she knew, it wasn’t targeting anyone … Unfortunately, chances of that were pretty low. Cephalopods, if she remembered correctly, were predatory animals. “You don’t want to grab attention…” She added, hoping <i>this</i> cephalopod couldn’t hear very well.&nbsp; <br><br>Then again, who was to say this was a cephalopod at all? What if this was a purely supernatural situation altogether and Chuthulu pops up? On that thought Ellie, hesitant to return to it, glances down into the bubbling depths beneath her. It was then that a thought her – who was to say they were even still in Colorado at all? Ellie licked her lips warily, testing the saltiness of the water that had been splashed onto her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>03-05-2022, 02:08:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://64.media.tumblr.com/8e868cef8cb5f77972fb66cfe67417a6/7b6f8ddbe39fceb0-5c/s540x810/b5d1e331e2d119df43eec260e7b8fc69bd109889.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg) with a small cross-body bag (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/5d/83/485d83032654ec8c826d0b76ae62b11d.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Robin | Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, <del>Sean Platt</del></em><br><hr><br>Thorne's pleased smile at Elle's unexpected dip in the lake is short-lived as the others rush to help her. What the hell?! They were supposed to laugh at her or something, not get all buddy-buddy with her! Whatever he could get her back some other time. He'd just have to wait until she was alone or something. Right now he had bigger problems, like leading the pack apparently. Thanks, Sean, that's a hell of a reward. <br><br>Even with his indifference toward the councillor, Thorne is noticeably concerned at his sudden disappearance. Still, he bites back that concern, not wanting to show weakness. "Sure, whatever." Even as he dismisses Robin's suggestion, Thorne tries to match pace with him, looking out for Sean, or even just his kayak, as they move.<br><br>His concern only increases as the unnatural fog rolls in. "I'm gonna close the bag so you don't fall out if we get pushed around, okay?" Thorne says to the stuffed animal in his bag, zipping it shut as he continues. "You can use the flashlight on my keychain if you get scared, alright?" Not only is he more courteous than is typical, but the concern in his voice is audible. It seems whatever rules Thorne has for everyone else don't apply to Sad Kitty.<br><br>"Fuck fuck fuck <em>fuck</em>," Thorne begins to mutter to himself as the water begins to churn and bubble. He's never been kayaking or whatever this was, but even he could guess that was very bad. His suspicions are only confirmed as giant tentacle bursts from the water to slam down near Devina. While he doesn't scream, he doesn't blame Robin for doing so, nearly choking on his own tongue in his fear and shock. "What the <em>fuck</em> is that?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>04-05-2022, 20:36:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/843075716198694913/956695423798616114/41urmAAfmjS._AC_UL320_.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/953132949098864650/956341312813170689/223673025_501648837562559_5259942990960904425_n.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Billie Stenton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146255#msg16146255)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em> It’s not cold. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/7a/85/397a85bdf15b2ae5b5719f907a19ed29.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 11am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, <del>Sean</del>, Elle, Edgar, John-James, Robin, Devina</em><br><hr><br>The giant shadow was decidedly not a harmless aquatic creature, and all Billie can think of immediately is how very screwed they are the second she sees it. The fog, Sean and the other campers disappearing, it's all very concerning, only made incredibly worse by the giant tentacle that shoots out of the water, and then slams down right next to Devina’s kayak. <strong>”Holy shit!”</strong> Billie wasn’t afraid to curse, but this exclamation was entirely uncontrolled as pure fucking fear spreads down Billie’s body. <br><br>She isn’t the only one who starts freaking out, she hears the screaming from Robin, and Devina’s call out. The guidance from Elle, and Billie is completely at a loss of what to do. Other than running, which apparently isn’t possible, given the wall of fog surrounding them now. It instantly makes her wish her uncles were here. They would know what to do, they <em>always</em> knew what to do. <strong>”Fuck. What the fuck are we supposed to do to avoid this thing?”</strong> It had to be at least twenty feet long, and strong as hell. There was no way this thing was going to stay peaceful, was there?<br><br><strong>”Angel, we gotta stay out of the path of that thing. Jesus fucking christ. First talking stuffed animals and now this shit?”</strong> Was this what Winter had said by something bad was in the forest? Shit Billie suddenly wishes she had brought Winter with her, and also is thankful she didn’t. If they were on land Billie would have just run for it, trees could be jumped into, or over, but they are in a canoe right now. Billie can’t go running off here. There was nothing to climb or tag. This was so far out of her purview. But she had to do something!<br><br>Wait Elle had said something about a cephalopod? What the fuck was a cephalopod? <strong>”Elle! Do you know what the fuck this thing is? Do you know how to get away from it?”</strong> Billie shouts, not caring about being loud. She didn’t think this thing could hear her anyway. Or fuck maybe it could, maybe she just fucked up. Billie didn’t think they had much time to think about it. They had to figure out a way to get out of this thing’s path. <strong>”Paddle this way Wings.”</strong> Billie points, and directs their canoe away from the tentacle. <strong>”That thing is fucking huge.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>06-05-2022, 17:12:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/SSvCEc6.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Next Post: 5.12.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong></span><hr>While an interesting thought, Elle finds that the water tastes just like good ol’ Colorado river water - mmmm, fresh.<br><br>“<strong>We are angry.</strong>” The voice is deep and rumbly. Each syllable of its words causes the water to fluctuate violently - like a deep bass being played below. It further jostles the campers around. There is a great shifting of water, like a drain has been unplugged. Suddenly all of them - no matter how hard they paddle - all start being pulled toward a single point. Then without warning the flow reverses. A great fifteen foot swell of water rises like a dome, and the wave pushes them all away from where they had been pulled. When the swell breaks it parts like a curtain, and there is an unfathomably large beak. Half submerged, half visible, with what look like dozens of rows of spear-like teeth. Several more tentacles are now visible - the ones fully visible must be at least sixty feet long. Its body is at least thirty tall, if half of it is indeed being shown. “<strong>The forest will reclaim. The toxicity of this world will be purged!</strong>”<br><br>Another tentacle swipes around like a whip, and slaps Billie and Angel’s canoe, splitting the side - it rapidly begins to fill with water. “<strong>Why did you not fade?</strong>” In anger the kraken reaches out with another tentacle - it goes right for Thorne, then twists and begins to coil around the canoe like a corkscrew - there’s opportunity for them to abandon ship if they desire. “<strong>You are not one of us!</strong>” It roars. Its beak opens and a spray of water bursts from beneath the surface, shooting into the foggy distance like a pressure spray. It moves in a line and cuts Devina’s kayak’s front right off like a saw - immediately her kayak begins to sink, listing forward. The pressure of the ray dies out and it stops. “<strong>From the seas the world will be swept clean!</strong>” It bellows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheOwlChemist</strong> on <strong>06-05-2022, 21:32:15</strong>
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				Episode 2:<br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958869636198301736/tumblr_o9m7rdbUcs1qbduwso1_1280.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958900002242048010/beauty-55enf4bd2l-1080x1346.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Angel Williams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16150863#msg16150863)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Jean shorts and an overused, acid washed T-shirt with writing on it that is definitely not English. A clear backpack with pink piping.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th; 1:15 PM</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Billie,<del> Sean Platt</del>| Devina, Elle, Robin, John-James,</em><br><hr><br>Angel turns around to address their council, only to witness him and his cherry canoe quickly swallowed by an unnatural fog as it rolls in. She feels, for a second, as though she’s plummeting, even though she knows that she’s in level(ish) water. It’s a common signal that she’s beginning to panic, these days, though at least it’s warranted this time. Is she hallucinating? There’s no planes, though? Usually there’s planes…<br><br>She focuses on regulating her breathing, hearing Cloudie’s muffled voice counting from inside her bag. It takes a minute for her to register that the music has stopped. Great, perfect. We love some horror movie shit, fantastic. The water starts to bubble as she thinks this, slowly raising the air pressure in their misty pocket like they’re in some sort of pressure cooker, pushing them away from each other. Then it falls, rapidly, as the bubbling stops for a moment. <br><br>The tentacle shoots out so dramatically that she almost expects to hear boss music. It’s not the first tentacle she’s seen, but Dani isn’t here. Angel distantly wishes she was. At least Devina didn’t tip. They can’t run, that much is blatantly obvious. Will it get bored? Do they have to fight it? How do we fight a squid? Or whatever this thing is? <br><br><br>She answers Billie’s question even if it’s not directed at her. “<strong>Cephalopods are a class of aquatic predators with suckers. Think Squids and Octopi. This thing seems Giant Squid sized but those are saltwater creatures and live in deep water. This fits neither requirement.</strong>” She follows Billie’s direction, knowing that they have to stay moving. She tried to move them fast without disturbing the water too much, hoping that if they make less waves, it cannot see them. <br><br>It hardly matters in the end. Awesome, it can fucking talk! It parts the water around itself and she immediately thinks about Charybdis even before she sees the Teeth! Yeah, that’s definitely not a sqiud. It’s an aquatic Sarlac Pit, and it’s mad at them. It’s tentacle lands right between her and Billie, splitting their boat. Angel knows that they will have to leave the canoe and tells her partner as much, so she sweeps her bag onto her shoulders, grabbing the oar and preparing to jump once Billie does. She's got the oar in front of her, ready to bat this thing away from them, no matter how useless the attempt might be. <br><br>Angel might be focused on not dying, but Cloudie has exactly zero self-preservation. Who the fuck is this ugly ass sucker talking to? Surely not her girl. Toxic?! Oh, she'll show him toxic! <strong>"Hey asshole! You should learn to shut that big ass mouth of yours! The only dirty thing here is your teeth!</strong>" She's very loud for being inside a bag. When Angel looks down at her with that classic 'what the fuck did you just do' face, her hazel eyes wide as saucers, she fights the urge to giggle. That is her favorite expression on Angel. She instead gestures to her Airbourne packets in the bag. They're surrounded by water, it could work. Angel catches on, but looks doubtful. <strong>"Are you crazy?!</strong>" She whispers to the stuffed animal. <strong>"We can't make anything anywhere near big enough!"</strong> Cloudie rolls her eyes at her favorite human. <strong>"That's why we make a bunch at once, obviously." </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>07-05-2022, 04:25:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MhEVnI4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Jean jacket, white undershirt, black leggings, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pmish</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, John-James, Robin, <s>Sean Platt</s></em><br><hr>Fresh water. That’s what she tasted, and yet somehow that puzzled her even more. Then again, their sudden transportation to the sea made about as much logical sense as a colossal squid existing in the mountain rivers of Colorado. So why not add a talking one into the equation and deviate logic entirely?<br><br>Ellie didn’t even get a change to answer Billie before shit was hitting the fan - not that Angel missed a beat there. Good thing she wasn’t the only closet geek around here, because when the impossible creature started talking about themself as if they were one of multiple, Ellie thought she was going to lose her mind. “I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die. <i>I don’t wanna die!</i>” her cries grow increasingly pitched the further center she, and the rest, are pulled. Futile or not, it doesn’t stop her frantic rowing. Certainly not as her vivid imagination fills her head with images of how many pieces she’d be shredded into thanks to all those sharp razor-like teeth. <br><br>“Billie – Angel!” The redhead cries as she watches their boat crumple in half like it was built with sticks. Instantly Ellie paddles towards them, pushing the creature’s tantrum into the back of her mind. What did it even mean by “<i>Why did you not fade</i>?” Fade into the fog? Into history? What were they – <i>candles</i>? <br><br>Ellie was barely two feet forward before the kraken was reaching for yet another victim. One of its insidious tentacles curled itself around another canoe, threatening to rend it apart as easily as the one it had snapped only seconds before. It was at that moment it registered in her head that <i>Robin</i> was on that canoe. <i>Enough was enough.</i> “<i>Fuck–</i>” The girl snarled, sparks flickering at her fingertips as her hands left the paddle and slashed out toward the offending limb. “OFF!!” A stream of bright white plasma jumped from each hand and zipped through the air, calling forth the distinct scent of ozone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>07-05-2022, 22:09:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black sun hat, Black Batman shirt that cuts off mid drift, black long sleeve net shirt underneath Batman shirt that covers everything, black jeans with holes in them, black boots that are a bit to high heeled for hiking but she’s roughing it anyway, a black hoodie tied around her waist just in case, small backpack purse</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Robin|Sean, Elle,&nbsp; Angel, Billie, Devina,&nbsp; John-James, </em><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br>Davina was in a full on panic mode by the time the creature began to speak!?! How could a squid speak, how could one be so big? How could this really be happening?! None of it made sense; they were at camp not in the middle of the ocean. Even if something this big could exist, there was no way that it could speak! Devina froze her heart racing faster than ever before, her breathing labored and her body shaking. Yes this was a full on panic attack.<br><br>She heard the strange things the beast said but again none of it made sense. "We...we didn't...what...what does it mean?" she managed to finally speak but her eyes grew wide as Ellie repeatedly cried out that she didn't want to die. "Die! Oh god...we're gonna die!" Devina tried to start paddling, as if it would actually get her anywhere. But before she could accomplish anything a large wave came up. The beast's appendage cuts right through her kayak. Devina screamed and began kicking back as if it would keep her out of the water.<br><br>Baphomet quickly crawled up Devina's body in an attempt to stay out of the water. But both failed as the kayak sank into the water. Devina grabbed hold of Baphomet in a desperate attempt to try and keep him from getting away from her. "Hang on, Devina just hang on." he yelled to her as he flapped his wings in a failed attempt to lift them from the water. Devina kicked her legs again and again in an attempt to keep herself and Baphomet afloat. "What do we do?!" she screamed to the others as she began trying to look around her floating form. The beast was somewhere beneath her, somewhere lurking and hunting and she was just a tasty little morsel bobbing in the water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>09-05-2022, 06:29:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/r55oiVf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Life preserver, backpack, grey hoodie and sweatpants</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Mr. Sea Monster | Ellie, Fellow, Thorne</em><br><br><hr><br>Needless to say, things are not going well. Robin was not exactly pleased with the events when he found himself canoeing with a camper that he began&nbsp; to think wanted to jump him, and then subsequently gave Ellie a swim. It was the kind of start that made someone want to shout to the sky what <em>else</em> could go wrong. Apparently… sea monsters?<br><br>Robin’s first instinct as the tentacles wrap around the boat is to test the power he had learned alongside Fellow’s newfound life to hide himself in a box. He didn’t know if he could do it so quickly and under duress, though; he also didn’t know if… sea monsters (??!!!)... could break through that kind of magic. What Robin does know is that there is no way he’d be able to cross the waters in time to bring many others into his magical hidey hole, and he is already feeling like the world’s most failed attempt at a hero after staring quietly, transfixed at Thorne’s bullying to Ellie.<br><br>He does not have too much time to think, unfortunately. He opens his mouth to speak and - unsurprisingly - nothing comes, though there seems to be plenty of foul language being directed at the sea monster without him. Then the tentacles began to tangle at a canoe - <em>his</em> canoe, and Robin braces to keep Fellow in his backpack all while half-expecting Thorne to sneka up and yeet him into the fish’s maw in the name of a good head start.<br><br>Robin tries to collect his bag and moves to splash down into the water from the seized canoe, gurgling as the active waves spit in his face. He tries a second time to speak. This time he can potentially blame it on the foamy waves for not being able to, but he still has plenty of fear and anxiety. Fortunately, his biggest barrier to speaking always comes from a fear of looking foolish, and in this case he is far more concerned with getting eaten.<br><br>”We came here to cele-” More salty water splashing in his mouth. He tries to spit it out. It would be just like him to drown in inhaled water while being feet away from a giant sea beast.. ”We came here to celebrate the forest. We are here to help it, enjoy it! We'd never hurt it.” Robin’s chokes as more water rolls into his open mouth.&nbsp; Maybe he is becoming an easy target by speaking; he’ll be the first confirmed casualty (not that he doesn’t suspect Sean and the others may have fallen first.)&nbsp; <br><br>Hey, at least he’d be dead after trying <em>something</em> to help, which is a step above staring silently as the people he cares about get tossed overboard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>09-05-2022, 22:20:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://64.media.tumblr.com/8e868cef8cb5f77972fb66cfe67417a6/c0523488e9cdf000-61/s2048x3072/e5ca6caeaa0f9c04615f91f20035efd0b27092ad.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Robin, <del>Sean Platt</del>, A Fucking Sea Monster?!</em><br><hr><br>Thorne's panic only increases at the voice and reaches a new previously unheard-of height as they're spun towards in. "No no no no, fuck, <em>fuck no</em>, this isn't happening." This was it, they were going to die. Thorne's only wish was that at his funeral, the child welfare system would lower his casket, just to let him down one last time. Assuming his body could be recovered. That was... a lot of teeth. God, he didn't even want to come to this fucking camp, and now it was going to kill him. Wasn't that just his luck?<br><br>He barely has a moment to register the sea monster lashing out at the other boats before a tentacle is coming toward him. Panicked, Thorne reaches out for his newfound power, looking for an escape. Unfortunately, but perhaps predictably, the fastest escape from the tentacle coming towards the canoe is to leap into the water on the opposite side of it. Fuck. <br><br>Suddenly, he was gripped with a new fear. <em>Would Sad Kitty drown? Could they?</em> Thorne had no idea, and it scared him almost as much as the sea monster did. Without much thought, he stuffs the bag into the collar of the life jacket, just below his chin. "Sorry, Kitty." He says before jumping away from the tentacle and into the water, mere moments before the canoe is destroyed. That was closer to death than he <em>ever</em> wanted to be.<br><br>"Hey, jackass!" Thorne yells. "Fuck off! We're not gonna dump toxic sludge in the river or whatever! Hell, I'd leave now if I could!" Maybe pissing it off wasn't Thorne's brightest idea, but if his teachers were to be believed, he didn't have <em>any</em> bright ideas.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>13-05-2022, 11:12:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/SSvCEc6.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Next Post: 5.19.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong></span><hr>The enormous, angry, aquatic Sarlic pit seems relatively unphased by their collective panic. They are ants - or perhaps minnows is a more apt analogy - to this creature. This <em>force</em>. Because creature though it might be, is it any less potentially devastating than a hurricane? On the water, not so much. While Angel debates the benefits of creating an explosion with Cloudie, the three find they are listing to the side as the canoe fills with water - and as the boat tips, the upper edge dips under the water. Pretty much as soon as that happens, Angel, Billie, and Cloudie are unceremoniously dumped into the water as the canoe twists to its side and begins to sink.<br><br>Devina - provided she doesn’t flail around too badly - is supported by her life vest, and thus can keep Baphomet up above the water's surface. He’ll just get wet adjacent. Damp. Splashing sucks. Sad Kitty has had better days, as Throne abandons the canoe and Robin entirely. But, fortunately, they’re stuffed animals - breathing isn’t something they need to do. But the mildew that’s coming? Oof, that’s a worse fate.<br><br>Robin, frozen by panic, sits in his canoe protesting the kraken’s actions - or perhaps appealing to its better nature. And when that doesn’t look like it’s going to work it rather looks like he’s going to be its first victim. The tentacle coils, and even brushes against Robin’s shoulder. It’s notable from Robin’s unique position inside the canoe that the kraken seems not directly interested in <em>him</em> but rather in the boat itself. Something that holds true for everyone in the water too - as the vehicles sink into the river, they seem to be left alone. Unfortunately for Robin, he’s in the boat - and with no time to get out now. But as the tentacle begins to tighten to crush him and his canoe, a flash of hot white slams into the flesh. There’s a distinct and instant smell of burning - and a horrific, high pitched, scratch from the kraken’s beak. Its tentacle recoils and yanks up into the air. The whole creature dives beneath the water, and the tentacles follow it. There’s a great disturbance in the water as it plunges and its shadow vanishes somewhere in the depths beneath them. Just like that they seem fine.<br><br>At least until two tentacles, like little rockets shoot out on either side of Elle’s kayak - one at the front, and one at the back. Much less timidly, the ends of these tentacles wrap around in a flurry around the boat and <em>yank</em>. Just like that, Elle’s kayak and Elle herself are plunged under the river. <em>Gone</em>.<br><br>On the surface of the water, as soon as Elle is out of sight, the fog lifts. Like a curtain it just sort of rises away until it’s gone. The campers in the water are being gently pushed by stillwater’s easy current. Robin, has the only canoe left. Fortunately, all around them are the comfortable shores of the river waiting for them - and the looming forest that towers over them. But almost more notably than that is the lack of Sean or other campers. They're all just gone, and there's no immediately apparent sign of them.<br><br>And Elle? Well, the kraken is more interested in her kayak than it is her. She can figure out - if she’s calm enough - that she is plunging deeper than this river can possibly be. But nothing is binding her into the kayak, so once she gets her wits about her, she is able to leave the kayak and flail for the surface. The life jacket will get her there. Eventually. Hope she doesn’t scream!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>18-05-2022, 02:08:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black sun hat, Black Batman shirt that cuts off mid drift, black long sleeve net shirt underneath Batman shirt that covers everything, black jeans with holes in them, black boots that are a bit to high heeled for hiking but she’s roughing it anyway, a black hoodie tied around her waist just in case, small backpack purse</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> |Sean, Elle,&nbsp; Angel, Billie, Devina,&nbsp; John-James,robin</em><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br>At first Devina was just a ball of panic as her body hit the water. She flailed and grabbed at Baphomet before pulling him close. Finally she started to realize that she was floating thanks to her life vest. And slowly the panic ease, it didn't go away, not when there was a freaking Kraken trying to eat them all! But at least she wasn't sinking down to the deep dark waters of the lake. <br><br>Baphomet sputtered and spit as water entered his little squishy form. "You infernal sea sluggnnn," he was cut short as Devina covered his mouth. "Shhs we don't insult the things that could eat us." She fussed at him and kicked her feet as she stayed afloat. Her body swaying in the water much like a treat just ready for the taking. But nothing came for her, in fact she noticed that anyone in the water seemed to be left alone. It was the kayaks that it seemed to have a problem with. "Quick everyone out of your kayaks!" she yelled trying to get people moving before things blew up yet again. <br><br>Tentacles moved below the surface before rushing out to grab and bash those remaining in boats. But as it did the fog rolled back, and things started to return to normal. Whatever normal really was anymore. But as she looked around Devina saw Elle get pulled under the water. "Elle!" She called out and stuck her head under the water to try and see where the girl had been dragged to. Gasping she looked up out of the water, "It has Elle! I can't see her in the dark water. But..." she gasped and swam towards the others, having no idea what to do next. She wasn't the best swimmer, hell if it weren't for the life jacket she'd probably sink like a rock, especially with her heavy boots on. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>18-05-2022, 02:12:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/r55oiVf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Life preserver, backpack, grey hoodie and sweatpants</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Everyone | Ellie, Sean (unnamed), Thorne</em><br><br><hr><br>Panic has never served Robin particularly well, so when he ends up to be the lone person still in the canoe and somehow <em>not</em> fish food, he looks around almost in amazement.&nbsp; It is, of course, an emotion that he has little time for. He does his best to first take note of any campres who seem to be in any compromised situation - wounded, panicking about drowning despite their life preserver, or simply screaming the loudest and closest. The bulk of his concern is on Ellie, though, whom he watches for to come up. If it’s not something that she does soon, he concedes the comfort of his canoe (with Fellow inside it) to jumping in the water - this time more easily - beginning to shout and scream her name; though he hasn’t tried using his <em>Tools of the Trade</em> power on another, he extends it towards her as a rope if possible, seeing if she is able to grab onto it provided he is on the other end so that he can try and find footing and bring her quicker to shore.<br><br>Ultimately his attention turns to the missing others; once on land (assumedly he makes it there,) he shakes and begins to shout their names and look over the waters. It’s not lost on him tht they seem to have simply vanished without a trace, but he at least wants to say he looked. It is, after, all the least that he would want done if he was in their position.<br><br>”Anyone see any sign of them?” For the moment, at least, his pulse seems to be running too hard and adrenaline too high for him to remember to be too anxious to speak, or even be angry at Thorne. There is, of course, the question of where in hell the giant kraken and even more giant ocean went to, but Robin suspects he's not getting any logical answer to that soon.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 15:36:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/843075716198694913/956695423798616114/41urmAAfmjS._AC_UL320_.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/953132949098864650/956341312813170689/223673025_501648837562559_5259942990960904425_n.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Billie Stenton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146255#msg16146255)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em> It’s not cold. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/7a/85/397a85bdf15b2ae5b5719f907a19ed29.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 11am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, <del>Sean</del>, Elle, Edgar, John-James, Robin, Devina</em><br><hr><br><strong>”Shit!”</strong> Billie scowls as they are dumped into the water, and she immediately starts paddling water. She’s very glad she left Winter at the cabin, safely tucked away in bed, or the poor fox would be soaked right now, and floating away. None of this was great, and Billie is fucking <em>terrified</em>. Treading water with giant tentacles whipping around was not her idea of fun, but then, none of these tentacles seem directly interested in them as human bodies. That hot white flash, though, instantly concerns Billie, even as she’s about to yell for Robin to jump out of the boat. <strong>”Elle!”</strong> Billie yells as the other girl and her boat are ripped under the water. <br><br><strong>”Keep floating!”</strong> Billie tells Angel, as she starts rapidly swimming towards where Elle’s boat was. Billie isn’t the strongest swimmer, but she certainly has the muscles that allow her to accomplish it with some ease. Which is great in this situation, as she shoves her head under the water to try and find Elle. The water stings Billie’s eyes, but she forces them to stay open, trying to spot the boat and the tentacles dragging it down, at least maybe then she would be able to spot the other girl. <br><br>But there’s nothing, Billie can’t spot her, and coming up for air is necessary. So Billie flings her head back and takes a lungful of air, there’s a scowl and a deeply anxious and concerned look on her face. <strong>”I can’t find her!”</strong> She calls out, but then looks around. The fog is gone, and they can actually see the shore, but no campers, no boats, and no counselor Killjoy. <strong>”Does anyone see the other campers? Or Sean?”</strong> Billie twists, trying to spot anyone at all, but her eyes fail to find them, just like they had failed to see Elle. <br><br><strong>”Fuck!”</strong> Billie curses, and frowns deeply, before looking around at her fellow campers. Devina was struggling with those boots, Angel and Cloudie were soaked through, poor Robin is just trying to make it to shore, Thorne has makeup running down his face because of the water, and they can’t find Elle. <strong>”Get to shore, we need to be on dry ground and figure out what to do next.”</strong> Billie points to a shore, directing her fellow campers towards the shore Robin has picked. <br><br>But Billie doesn’t move yet, still looking for Elle in this cold ass water. Hoping she jumped out of the boat, and swam up towards them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 16:28:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Next Post: 5.25.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong></span><hr>Those who paddle for the shore make it there with little difficulty - the current of the river is gentle, and the life vests do plenty to keep you on the surface, even if swimming with them isn’t the most comfortable. But behind you, and for those still in the river, a terrible stillness falls over the surface of the water. It’s still moving of course, not that kind of stillness. Rather the last bubbles of air from the pulled under kayak have passed, and there’s no sign of the incident at all. There’s small distortions in the water, where Robin’s invisible rope lies on the surface - ungrabbed. No more signs of the kraken. No more tentacles. The ruined watercraft scrape against the bottom of the river, being gently pushed by the water’s constant flow. Ten seconds.<br><br>Twenty.<br><br>Thirty.<br><br>Thirty-seven seconds. That’s how long it takes for a new thing to present. In the combined search for the other campers, the counselor, and Elle, the first sign of something appears. Robin is the first to see the neon strip of a life vest bob to the surface of the water, face down. It’s hard to tell who it is from the lack of vantage, and they’re down stream now a little bit. Whoever it is, they aren’t moving. The floating body keeps drifting further away. A combined effort of Robin pointing it out, and Billie who has remained in the water sees a successful rescue. When Billie gets there and flips the person over, it is indeed an unconscious drowned rat version of Elle.<br><br>Getting her to the shore isn’t that difficult, given that she isn’t moving. Though once you’re out of the water, dragging her onto the shore is a bit more difficult and her back side ends up scraped by the rocks and smeared in mud. Still though, on her own, Elle doesn’t come to…
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 18:49:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://64.media.tumblr.com/8e868cef8cb5f77972fb66cfe67417a6/c0523488e9cdf000-61/s2048x3072/e5ca6caeaa0f9c04615f91f20035efd0b27092ad.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Robin, Sean Platt</em><br><hr><br>Why <em>the fuck</em> is Robin still in the damn boat?! Did he not see the giant monster tentacles coming towards them?! Thorne was about to yell at Robin and tell the other teen to <em>Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. The. Boat.</em>, but before he can a bright beam of light cuts through the tentacle. Fortunately, Elle seems to have taken care of the approaching sea monster. Unfortunately, the sea monster seems to have taken care of <em>her</em> mere moments later. Fuck.<br><br>As much as he hates to admit it, Thorne is concerned. He doesn't know how strong a swimmer she is, but he can guess she is not strong enough to fight a sea monster in hand-to-hand combat without drowning. Just because he thinks she's been kind of a bitch today, doesn't mean he thinks she deserves to die over it. Still, he's more concerned about Sad Kitty, and he knows with these stupid boots on, he's not swimming well enough to save anyone.<br><br>To his credit, Thorne does at least make sure someone else (better yet two someone else's) are looking for Elle before he makes for the shore himself. When he gets there, the first thing he does is yank open his handbag. "You okay?" Thorne's voice has more concern in it than most who see him would think possible as he gently pulls the drenched stuffed animal from the bag. Sad Kitty nods, "I don't like swimming. It's wet and cold." They say, sounding very much like a pouting child. "Ill get you a hairdryer or something when we get back to camp, okay?" Thorne replies with a relieved laugh, setting the cat on his shoulder and beginning the process of fighting the zipper on his boots to remove them.<br><br>By the time he's managed to get them off, Elle has reappeared, though not in the way any of the campers would have preferred. Free from his clunky and heavy footwear, Thorne instructs Sad Kitty to hold on tight and begins to wade towards Elle and those dragging her to shore.&nbsp; He doesn't know much of anything about survival, but he's fairly certain Elle not rousing on her own is a bad sign. Unfortunately, he's also completely clueless as to what to do about it. "Anyone know CPR or something?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>20-05-2022, 15:51:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/843075716198694913/956695423798616114/41urmAAfmjS._AC_UL320_.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/953132949098864650/956341312813170689/223673025_501648837562559_5259942990960904425_n.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Billie Stenton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146255#msg16146255)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em> It’s not cold. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/39/7a/85/397a85bdf15b2ae5b5719f907a19ed29.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 11am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, <del>Sean</del>, Elle, Edgar, John-James, Robin, Devina</em><br><hr><br>Thirty-seven long and stressful seconds sees Billie floating in the spot that Elle went down. <strong>”Come on Elle, surface…”</strong> Billie hisses, twisting and turning to try and spot any sign of her. It's when Robin calls out that Billie’s heart jumps into her throat. There it is, a life vest face down, a single floating body. Billie swims furiously, thank god her uncles had taught them how to swim early. Flipping the body over reveals it to be Elle, completely unconscious. <br><br>Suddenly Billie is reminded of their first camping trip with the Uncles. Uncle Charlie was a nut about safety, he loved having fun, but he was the one who set the ground rules that all three kids needed to learn how to perform basic life saving first aid on each other <em>just in case</em>. At the time, Billie had only half paid attention, but after repeated lessons, it had sunk in. <br><br>The rebel wastes as little time as possible ripping her own life vest off, and discarding it. She needed the freedom to swim properly, and wearing the thing wasn’t going to make that possible. So off it goes, floating away, as Billie grabs onto Elle’s life vest, hooks her arm through it, and then swims to shore. Drags the other woman to dry land. <strong>”Robin help me get her up here.”</strong> Billie commands, dragging the woman up as best she can by herself until Robin comes to help.<br><br>Once Elle is safe on dry land, Billie works the life vest off of the other woman, immediately sticking her ear onto Elle’s chest for the sounds of breath. <strong>”She isn’t breathing.”</strong> Billie hisses, finding it extremely hard to remain calm at this moment. Uncle Charlie hadn’t explained how hard it was to fight through panic to remember what to do. <strong>”Fuck, Winter, what do I do now?”</strong> Billie hisses, but it's strange, Billie hadn’t brought Winter with her. The stuffed fox was tucked safely back in the cabin, but it's like that was all she needed to figure it out. <br><br><em><strong>”Billie pay attention! You heard what papa said! This could save our lives one day!”</strong> Winter smacks Billie in the arm, to a scoff from the young blonde. Billie rolls her eyes at her cousin, shaking her head. <strong>”Yeah like anything is gonna happen with Uncle Charlie around and as paranoid as he is!”</strong> Billie laughs, giving her uncles hell was always one of her favorite pass times, somehow they always enjoyed it, encouraged it even. Uncle Joseph even told her once to ‘stay rebellious kid, don’t just accept everything you hear’. <br><br><strong>”Billie, Winter, stop playing around, this is important!”</strong> Both young girls snap their attention back to Charlie, Winter looking sheepish, and Billie grinning like she won a prize. Charlie and Joseph were demonstrating what CPR looked like on adults. <strong>”Okay, recap, 30 compressions, two breaths.”</strong> Charlie mimes the compressions, and then leans down to administer the two breaths. <strong>”Eww they are kissing!”</strong></em><br><br>Billie straddles Elle’s waist, looking up at the group, <strong>”One of you get ready to turn her head.”</strong> Billie points where they should sit, and starts doing compressions. She talks while she does this, fast, explaining. <strong>”She’s gonna have water in her lungs, and needs to expel that. So I need you to turn her head so she doesn’t choke on it.”</strong> Billie then starts counting out loud, keeping her timing accurate to her memory of Uncle Charlie, hands pressed in the middle of Elle’s chest, compressing to the sound of Staying Alive in Billie’s head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>24-05-2022, 07:14:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/r55oiVf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Life preserver, backpack, grey hoodie and sweatpants</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Billie, Ellie | Felix, Thorne</em><br><br><hr><br>What the hell kind of summer was this? Robin’s already-roller-coaster ride of a summer seemed to be coming to a rather nightmarish crescendo. Despite some disappointments he had always clung to the fact that magic being real, being part of that magic, made the low points okay. Not if Ellie was dead, though. As selfish as Robin knew it was, the fact one of her last memories would be of him being too anxious to speak up for her made it worse. Robin hated himself in the moment, but also knew there was no time to dwell on it.<br><br>Mr. Pringles had been missing in action during the whole trip, he never joined Ellie; at least Robin <em>hoped</em> that he was correct in that memory as his mind raced in the too-long seeming move to shore. There was a cursory glance to make sure Fellow, the canoe - and yes, even Thorne - all made it back okay, but really, Robin was focused on saving Ellie.<br><br>This was a problem, of course, since it wasn’t exactly like he was a CPR guru. Or even a CPR beginner. ”DOES ANYO-,” Robin shouts, as if all his time spent being quiet with a soft voice has led to a reverse spill-over in the situation. He’s predictably soaked, residual water causing him to cough harshly. He’s red-faced, though whether it is from the exertion of helping return Ellie to the shore, panic, or the agitation of water is anyone’s guess.<br><br>He gets shut up as Billie steps in and seems to know a hell of a lot more about CPR than Robin does. ”WHAT ABOUT MAGIC?! CAN’T ANYONE DO… ANYTHING??&nbsp; His unfocused, and likely unaware, shouting continues as he stares watching helplessly as Billie tries to save his friend.<br><br>But is he helpless? Robin’s not sure. He doesn’t know CPR – that is true – but he’s able to at least remember from movies that when there is more than one person, the second doesn’t stand idly by. ”Hold on, let me help,” assuming Billie concedes a space he moves to mime her motions, taking over rescue breathing, splitting his attention between watching for Ellie’s chest to rise during those breaths and watching to try and take a crash course in chest compressions in case Billie fatigues. Learning on a live human isn’t exactly something he’d like to do, but it seems the better alternative than watching Billie weaken and always questioning if he joined in whether a friend could be saved.<br><br>Noticing that her chest stops rising with the rescue breathing when her head is tilted to the left, Robin does spit out, ”I.. DON’T… I THINK WE MIGHT HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL AFTER SHE STARTS BREATHING TO TURN HER HEAD… HER CHEST… IT’S NOT MOVING LIKE IT WAS.”&nbsp; He shakes his head in panic, looking around. Her chest needs to move or it’s not effective, right? Right… right? Hell. And yes, he said <em>after</em> she starts breathing again, because there was no way Ellie wasn’t going to not start breathing again. I thad to.. It had to…<br><br>Surely there was someone magical who could do something.. Maybe… or was magic just as unreliable… as well… as people. Unreliable like people who weren’t Felix, at least. Robin wanted his brother.. .needed his brother. He tried to imagine Felix shouting above him, telling him to keep trying, to not give up. Robin liked to think that it helped.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>24-05-2022, 21:15:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.squishable.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/4/mini_squish_baphomet_7.jpg) (https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/ricky-aimee-2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Devina Belladonna Boulay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147811#msg16147811)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Black sun hat, Black Batman shirt that cuts off mid drift, black long sleeve net shirt underneath Batman shirt that covers everything, black jeans with holes in them, black boots that are a bit to high heeled for hiking but she’s roughing it anyway, a black hoodie tied around her waist just in case, small backpack purse</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> |Sean, Elle,&nbsp; Angel, Billie, Robin,&nbsp; John-James,robin</em><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br>Devina frantically looked around her, her eyes searching the murky water below for Elle. She looked around trying to find a sense of the girl. But she'd been dragged so far down it was proving impossible. But after what seemed like forever her body bobbed up to the surface. "Oh god," Devina started to push through the water to the girl. One arm wrapped around Baphomet as she tried to push herself through the water. She wasn't the best swimmer but Devina was trying her best as she worked over Elle. <br><br>Thankfully it seemed Robin and Billie were already on the move and were dragging Elle's limp form to shore. Devina then switched gears and started paddling to shore. If only to get out of the water to help, though Devina had no idea what she could do. She had no idea how to do CPR and she had no gifts that would help here. "She looks blue, that isn't good." she spoke softly trying to think of what to do to help beside getting out of the way. <br><br>Robin's panicked words did nothing to help but Devina understood why he was yelling. They were all scared, they'd just been attacked by a kraken for peat sake. And now...now Elle might...she shook her head, "I think it's to pinch the nose and tilt the head back, two puffs...I think. God I don't know and my magic won't do anything. I can make a fire but," she shook her head and looked at Elle once more. It had been all she knew about it CPR, and that was picked up from a health class that she'd barely paid attention too and fucking TV. who knew if it was honestly right, "She can't die...no she can't die." Devina spoke softly and shook her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>25-05-2022, 19:57:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MhEVnI4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Jean jacket, white undershirt, black leggings, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pmish</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, John-James, Robin, <s>Sean Platt</s></em><br><hr>Perhaps plasma shocking that squid bastard wasn’t the best of ideas. Maybe… Ellie had only received a small handful of seconds to watch the results of her attack on Cthulhu before she was involuntarily pulled down into the depths for a personal meeting with her victim. She wasn’t sure <i>when</i> everything had gone black. Maybe it had something to do with the absolute terror that came with losing sight of the light that normally reflected overhead. Maybe it was when she realized just <i>how deep</i> she had been pulled into an exponentially more shallow creek. <br><br>Was this irony that just like in space, no one could hear you cry for help?<br><br>It probably took a good two and a half minutes before there was any real response to the teen’s efforts. The very first signs that whatever they were doing might actually be helping wasn’t in a sudden gasp for air, but in the way she began to tremble – or was it more of a <i>shiver</i>? Blood was flowing beneath artificial compressions, jump starting some processes that had begun to shut down. And then she sputtered, her larynx dilating to set free the fluids trapped below. Ellie gagged, and with the diligent aid of Billie and Robin, her head was turned just in time for her to lose a divided mixture of lunch and gooey creek water.<br><br>Her first breath didn’t just wheeze, it rattled, and as her eyes rolled open in disorientated <i>exhaustion</i>, she fell into a coughing fit that eventually saw her losing more of her lunch. Shivering, Ellie reached for the first person she saw and found her hand gripping onto Devina’s shirt. “Wul–bt...” She rasped. What the fuck had happened? “C-col…” Her teeth chattered. Why wasn’t her mouth working like she wanted? Why wasn’t her brain working like she wanted? And why did it take every single ounce of energy she had in her to grip onto the other woman’s shirt? A grip that only lasted a mere second and a half before it was falling back wherever it could land. <br><br>Elle turned her head, sputtering and exhaling yet another nice gooey bit of fluids that had gotten stuck in her bronchials – but that wasn’t why she’d turned her head. She was searching for something through the disorienting world around her. “R-ro-win?” Where was he? Was he safe? Did she save him? Or did she just make it worse and get him sucked down just like her? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheOwlChemist</strong> on <strong>26-05-2022, 04:11:41</strong>
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				Episode 2:<br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958869636198301736/tumblr_o9m7rdbUcs1qbduwso1_1280.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958900002242048010/beauty-55enf4bd2l-1080x1346.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Angel Williams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16150863#msg16150863)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Jean shorts and an overused, acid washed T-shirt with writing on it that is definitely not English. A clear backpack with pink piping.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th; 1:15 PM</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Billie,<del> Sean Platt</del>| Devina, Elle, Robin, John-James,</em><br><hr> Angel is still arguing with Cloudie, preparing to ditch the canoe when it decides to ditch them instead. Cloudie is in a tight plastic backpack and thus relatively unphased, but Angel has to pull herself up to the surface with her hair dripping. The water around her takes on a light duskiness as some of the dye from her dark side begins to bleed into the river. The white flash catches her attention from across the water, as she watches Elle go down. Billie goes for her immediately, and Angel starts to follow. <br><br>But then the fog lifts, and she sees that the six of them are alone. No counselor, no other campers….She knows she isn't’ a great swimmer, so she breaks for shore, thinking that she can help pull people out as they approach and keep an eye out for anyone that may have made it out. Honestly, though, she isn’t sure that anyone else has. Billie breaks the surface, urging everyone onto the shore, and then…quiet. Twenty people, gone, and the river acting as though nothing has happened. Suddenly, for a moment. She’s back in that field. Trapped under a flight attendant’s cart and surrounded by fire, the only living person for miles. Waiting for her parents to surface, with five broken ribs and unable to scream. Then the orange pops up down river, and she snaps back into the moment. She helps Billie haul Ellie up on to the surface as Robins books it towards them. <br><br>None of her magic can help here, but Billie can, so she lets her. She gives Billie a little space, looking around for any sort of easy wood. They will all be at risk for hypothermia out here, but Ellie especially. They need a fire. She has no idea how to start one. Elle finally stirs, but she’s blue and shivering. Definitely not out of the woods yet. She turns to Devina “<strong>We’re gonna<em> need</em> a fire, I suspect. That will actually be very helpful. Does it require kindling? I can help find some if we need it” </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Episode 2: Don't Krill My Vibe</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Layne Spooks</strong> on <strong>31-05-2022, 02:09:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett and Sad Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://64.media.tumblr.com/8e868cef8cb5f77972fb66cfe67417a6/c0523488e9cdf000-61/s2048x3072/e5ca6caeaa0f9c04615f91f20035efd0b27092ad.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg)</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Robin, Sean Platt</em><br><hr><br>Ugh. What the fuck was Robin yelling about? Was that supposed to help somehow? Because it wasn't. All it was doing was scaring Sad Kitty and pissing Thorne off. He scoops the cat off his shoulder and holds them close to his chest as the others scramble to save Elle. Thankfully, Billie seems to know what she's doing. Unable to do anything about the situation, and frustrated with himself over it, Thorne directs his ire at Robin. "What the fuck are you yelling about?" He snaps, directing a harsh glare at the other boy. Purely because he's pissed. Not at all because the sight of Elle looking lifeless makes him sick to his stomach. Definitely not that. "It's not helping. Why don't you make yourself useful or shut the fuck up?"<br><br>Elle was alive. Thank fuck, Elle was alive. Even if she was kind of a bitch, he hadn't wanted her to die. If she was dead he couldn't pick on her. Yep. That was definitely the reason. Thorne fights back a sigh of relief as Sad Kitty wiggles around in his hands, struggling to look at Elle as she sputtered and coughed. "Is she gonna be okay?" The cat asks, voice quiet and shaken. Their one eye is wide as it watches Elle struggle to speak. "Yeah, she's fine." Thorne replies, making a face of disgust as she loses her lunch. It's unclear if he's trying to reassure the stuffed animal, or himself. He raises an eyebrow as she begins clearly searching for something. None of them were missing. Was she still looking for Sean? 'Row-win'? The fuck was that? Oh. Robin. "Seriously?" Thorne mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes. Why was she so <em>obsessed</em> with him?<br><br>Angel mentioning a fire draws his attention away from whatever sappy bullshit he was sure Robin and Elle were going to get into now. He turns to the girl with an incredulous expression, one eyebrow raised. "What the fuck do we need a <em>fire</em> for? It's like, eight million degrees out here." As he said this, Sad Kitty looked up at him and tugged on his shirt until Thorne turned his gaze to them. "I'm cold. Fires are warm." The stuffed animal says simply, before looking back at Elle for a second. "She looks cold too." Thorne bites his lip, looking frustrated. His gaze shifts from the small cat in his hands, to Elle, and back to the cat. "Fine. I'll go look for twigs, or whatever."
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