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[ 1. ] Comment with a character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. Put their name and series in the title! Camp position optional. [ 2. ] Oh no! The power is out all across camp due to a nasty storm, and everyone's been brought to the lodge for safe keeping! There are candles, flashlights, lanterns, and the gas powered stove, but not much else besides one another. [ 3. ] Tag around with one another! Figure out preexisting CR for characters returning to camp, and get an idea of what new CR you could get! [ 4. ] App all those characters. You can use your threads from this for one of your samples! [ 5. ] Have fun!

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Lizzie Bennet | Lizzie Bennet Diaries | Junior Counselor

[misscommunication]

[Lizzie really should have been making rounds or something, being a Junior Counselor and everything. But her Macbook was running on nothing but its barely nonexistent battery power, and was already down to 15%. Frightened, disoriented preteens had to take a backseat.

The power was out, and her baby was dying. Lizzie felt completely justified in praying to the ghost of Steve Jobs.]

Oh dear sweet god why did I never master Mediumship…? Come on, I know you’re there Jobs, I want my Customer Service Support.

BESTIE

[mediary]

[Stiles promptly flops down beside Lizzie and throws an arm around her shoulder, grinning like a loon. It's half out of sympathy and half out of a slightly sadistic sense of humor.]

He says the Genius Bar's full right now, but he can make you an appointment for the fifth of Neveruary.

Massive Sass Fest

[misscommunication]

[Lizzie would be annoyed at him, but not seeing a friend for almost a full year usually leaves you softened to their sass. Give it a month and she'd probably being dunking him in the lake, but for now Lizzie settled for a light nudge to the ribs.]

Ha, you're hilarious, really. You know the only reason we talk is so you can bully dead people for me, right? The man wore a sweater for 40% of his life, Stiles, even you could take him.

the club can't even handle us right now

[mediary]

And the only reason we talk is because you can light things on fire for me. Hello, s'mores. [Dropping his arm, he leans forward, staring at the mac's screen. It's like one of the only pieces of technology around here. They're desperate.

And no wifi to be found, either.] Dude, I could totally take him. He was old and frail and dying. Totally in my league. [He rolls his eyes.]

What are you even doing on there without wifi? Mine's been relegated to a very expensive paperweight with minecraft.

not really they kind of can't they might need to leave and go to taco bell or something

[misscommunication]

[She smirks, rubbing the top of his head.] Oh please, after a few forest fires and crispy woodland creatures, I'm sure they'll give it to you this year. Nice to see your hair grew back though.

[With the focus back on the Mac, Lizzie scans over the battery symbol. 12%, and maybe 20 minutes to go. She really should have bought an HP or something.]

False hope I guess? I heard rumors that there was a way to get online, but obviously that's bull.

[She shut the macbook, heaving a sigh.] I wanted to send emails or video messages to Charlotte, but that's kind of out. What do you do with your dad, just call...?

and eat tacos and continue to judge people

[mediary]

[His lips curl up in a fake smile and he laughs mockingly, pushing her hand out of his hair, but it's just teasing.] Yeah, rockin' the buzz cut really doesn't work that well when you're the sheriff's son. People start asking if you got sent off to military school. Which, for the record, I'm insanely well behaved and I get straight A's, so clearly some people aren't following the ass out of you and me rule. [Only one of those things is true.

He sighs dramatically, dropping his head back towards the ceiling.]

God has forsaken us. That's the real reason they brought us out here. To suffer and die without internet for three months. Do you have any idea how many levels Scott gains on me every summer? It's terrible. It takes me like six months to get it back and then the whole cycle starts over again.

[Stiles rubs the back of his neck, thinking.] Mmmmm. You can request a call, and I talk to him like once a month, but that's it. And it's an old ass phone, too.

Re: and eat tacos and continue to judge people

[misscommunication]

[Saying Lizzie is unconvinced is kind of an understatement. The grades bit? Sure. But there are several missing replaced boards of wood on the cabins that would beg to differ on the "well behaved" portion of that statement.]

Uh-huh. [She doesn't press it; she has three months to call out Stiles on his crap, and she'd like to space it out.]

Oh please tell me you are not playing that stupid online game still. You do know you're like two years away from legal adulthood, right? They left you in charge of campers, you have to be more mature than them.

[She groans. Stupid. Top. Secret. Summer camp.] Great. Well, that's out. I guess I could just...record myself, like a diary, but that feels kind of lame. Who is going to watch 20+ hours of me talking to my webcam?

[mediary]

[Stiles really has no idea what you're talking about, Lizzie. He's an angel. A precious perfect angel that butters the floor of the pyro cats cabin and watches Jake break things from outside. ]

Two years is a long time! A very long time. And besides, I'm pretty sure half the population of that thing is sad college students that are frantically refreshing Neopets on the side. Ergo, I'm just getting prepared for a long life of college papers and procrastination. Also have you seen some of our counselors? Have you looked at your boss lately?

[...Stiles raises his eyebrows.] Dude, I totally would. Besides, you could broadcast it out to the camp network. [Grin.] I'd help. We're hilarious!

[misscommunication]

[She snorted.] I didn't realize people still played Neopets past the fourth grade, but okay. Just promise me that you won't put down that you're a level 40 mage, or whatever it is you are, on your college apps.

Also, there is nothing wrong with Mansnoozie. He... [She thought back to the charades.] He's good with kids. That's all.

Stiles, did you not just hear me? There's no network, there's no anything. So unless you'd like to try out for musical theatre hour with the psychic bears, we're kind of out of luck. [She takes a pause to look at him from head to toe.] Plus you overact.

[mediary]

Forty-three. [Is he being a smartass or not. The world will never know. ]

His last name is Mansnoozie. [Stiles just raises his eyebrows like that explains everything he meant by that sentence, and by the time she's finished her second question, his mouth has dropped open.] You know we have like. An on campus network, right? We can only talk to people who are actually here, which is why I'm convinced this whole depressing-lack-of-wifi-thing is actually a conspiracy, but if you did a video thing, you could broadcast it to anyone in the camp.

[And then.]

--Hey! I do not. You're the one with the prop department.

[misscommunication]

[Lizzie sees Stiles sassy eyebrows and raises him a completely unimpressed face.] Stiles, your name is Stillinksi, and that isn't even taking into account your first name. You are really not in the position to judge.

[...

Wait.

You can almost see the gears in Lizzie's head start to turn as she processes that the camp had a network she never bothered to find out about in almost four years at camp.] How did no one ever tell me about this? But no, that would be perfect. I mean, it's not Charlotte, but at least it'd be something. And I'd get to work on my video editing skills!

[Lizzie looks mildly affronted.] ...My costumes are totally compelling. You're just mad you can't pull off my mom's hat.

[mediary]

Stilinski is a perfectly acceptable name and Sssssstiiiiiles [EMPHASIS ON STILES THERE IS NO OTHER NAME LIZZIE GO AWAY] is a perfectly acceptable first name. I'm just sayin'. With a name like Mansnoozie you think he'd be the Sandman or something.

[breaks the fourth wall into pieces
Letting her have her moment of reverie, Stiles grins.] So the video diary's on. Awesome. Put it out over the network, imitate a couple counselors, bam, camp popularity.

[He snorts.] Not even your mom can pull off that hat.

[misscommunication]

Whatever, Rrrr--Stiles. [She smiles sweetly; a lifetime of being the middle child has left Lizzie with a perfected ability to antagonize anything with a pulse.]

Yeeeaaah, I don't think "camp popularity" is going to be a thing, but sure. But you have to help me get some props, because seriously, my mom's Easter hat is not going to work for everybody. Except maybe Bunnymund, but that's only because he kind of has a fat head.

1/2

[mediary]

[MAKES THIS FACE LIZZIE THAT NAME IS A CURSE WORD]

[burninglow]

[Flame Princess is on her laptop, wearing flame-retardant gloves and reading one of her summer reading books in a PDF format. Luckily, she's got about 50% battery left - but she's using Windows. Wrong OS, Lizzie, sorry.

She turns to the junior counselor, tilting her head to the side.]

I don't know if they can see your screen beyond the grave.

Who's even teaching mediumship this year, anyway?

[misscommunication]

[Lizzie looks over and sees a perfectly functioning non-Apple product. Figures.]

I'm staying optimistic all the same.

I actually don't know. I know Stillinski made Junior Counselor, god help us all, but I'm really kind of praying they find someone with a sense of...responsibility? to keep him in check, otherwise I'm boycotting the badge and saving myself the agony.

[Lizzie probably couldn't get it even with Stiles basically cheating for her, but that's totally not the point here.]

[burninglow]

[Flame Princess can't help but feel a little happier about the whole situaton. At least she's got power.

If Lizzie asks nicely, she might even let her borrow it.]

A sense of responsibility?

Are you saying he's not up for the job? Why would they...give someone like that power if they can't deal with it?

[This is the sort of thing that FP has problems with. She can't stand when people are in positions they don't deserve.]

[misscommunication]

[Ohhhhh dear. Lizzie seems to have struck a nerve. Time to do some (self-inflicted) damage control.]

Oh no, nothing like that. Seriously, I joke, but Mediumship is in good hands with Stiles, I swear. He's actually a good friend, I'd trust him with just about anything. I just like to bust his chops occasionally.

[Lizzie gets a little sheepishly awkward; she should probably watch her mouth a little more than she actually does.]

Are you going after the badge this year? You're one of the senior campers, right?

[burninglow]

I don't know him too well. He's cute, but I've never really been able to talk to him...

[She shakes her head no, continuing to tap away at the keyboard on her laptop.]

Yeah, I am, and... nah. It's not really my style.

I'm still trying for Pyrokinesis.

[misscommunication]

[Lizzie laughs. Well, more like a snort, but still.] He's cute until you get to know him. You know how guys are; kind of butt heads but endearing in a really weird sort of way.

Ooh, I don't envy you there. It took me forever to get Pyrokinesis. I burned off my eyebrows during one of my tests and they didn't grow back for over a month, it was awful. [She shudders; weeks of penciling on her eyebrows and having Stiles laugh at them if they were crooked.] Is that the only one you're working on for now, or are you trying for any other ones?

[leftmytower]

[ The sound of someone cursing Steve Jobs made Rapunzel quite curious. Even she knew who that was, and that he was dead. Was someone using Mediumship? No, never mind, just a frazzled girl with a computer. She almost walked away, but on an impulse decided to try and help. ]

Sorry to um, interrupt, but I don't think the Internet works here? Maybe that's why you're having problems?

[ She gave a small smile. Maybe this girl was new as well? She wasn't exactly optimistic about it, though. In fact, she was almost certain she shouldn't have said anything. Every other first-timer she'd met was at least 3 or 4 years younger than her. Knowing her luck she probably was trying to give a senior camper advice. This is why you should have stayed home. Way to go. ]

[misscommunication]

[Lizzie looked as if she was about to chuck her computer across the room.] Yeah, I'm kind of getting that impression.

[It just dawned on Lizzie that she may or may not look minorly psychotic cursing a dead former Apple CEO.] Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Lizzie by the way. I don't think I've seen you around camp before. What's your name?

[leftmytower]

[ She smiled easily when she found out the girl was friendly. ]

I'm Rapunzel! And, er, yeah, this is my first summer here.

What's wrong with your computer? Wow, a Macbook... [ She stared at the pearly white laptop. ]

[misscommunication]

[Lizzie just looked Rapunzel from head to toe, her eyes trailing down to the end of her long hair.]

...A first timer? Really? Aren't you a little...um. How old are you?

[She glances back at the Macbook and shuts it.] Oh, it's kind of a brick right now. Just a forwarning, if you ever want to use technology around here...you won't. This place is the Bermuda Triangle of wifi connections.

[leftmytower]

[ Rapunzel gave a nervous laugh, shifting her feet. ]

I'm, um, fifteen? I didn't realize that was so late until I came here.

I just was finally allowed-- it the first time I found out about camp! And I don't have any electronic stuff anyway, so it's okay.

[ She shrugged. Pascal looked unamused from the disturbance. ]