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TEST DRIVE

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TEST DRIVE MEME

[ 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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[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.

[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.

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.

[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...?

[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.

[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?

[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!

[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.

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.

[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.

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.

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.

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

[--But he rolls his eyes, because okay. He knows how she found that out. He had a whole freakout over it because of the terrifyingly accurate fact that he and Lizzie had waaay too much in common.

But then he grins like a shark.]

See, now that you know my first name, you're gonna have to marry me. Better tell your mom.

[Stiles' existence is the reason Lizzie is glad she has nothing but sisters.]

Ha, cute, but I'm too busy joining a spinster lesbian commune. Damn.

Besides, not really into guys that whose names sound like that they could be one of Santa's magical little reindeer.

Got the nose for it and everything. See if you get any presents in your stocking this year. [That he says dryly, and he rolls his eyes.]

For the record, I've totally been working on my Bun imitation. It's going to be hilarious.

[Lizzie snorts.] Oh no. Should I be worried or excited to see that? Do I get a preview?

[Fiddling around in his pockets for a minute, he pulls out what is probably a napkin swiped from the kitchen and ties it around his head in a semblance of Bunny's...well, bunny ears-headband. And promptly puts on his best Australian accent. ]

Crikey, everyone around me is a moron, even though I'm like a walking cliche of Australian stereotypes, mate.

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TEST DRIVE

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the club can't even handle us right now

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

and eat tacos and continue to judge people

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