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Camp Ever After (PG - 13)

Discussion in 'Role-Playing Games' started by Monster Guy, Sep 29, 2018.

  1. Monster Guy

    Monster Guy Fairy Types IRL

    SU Thread

    Cabin Arrangements

    Grimm Cabin
    Aidan
    Orion
    Socks
    Lillie
    Dawn
    Aurum

    Perrault Cabin
    Tim
    Sylvia
    Hvatur
    Ashton
    Titan
    Maribelle

    Prince Tim White
    Son of Snow White
    Enchanted Forest > Perrault Cabin


    A fancy carriage pulled up to the entrance of the Enchanted Forest. Even though the Fairy Tale world has embraced modern technology, some preferred to stick to tradition. The door to the carriage opened, and Prince Timothy White nervously stepped out, meanwhile the driver stepped out of the front carrying Tim’s luggage and bringing it to his cabin.

    “Have fun sweetie!” Said a familiar voice from inside the carriage. Tim turned around to see his mother, Queen Snow White, briefly step out of the carriage to give her son a kiss on his forehead. Despite being busy with queenly duties, she insisted on being there to see her son off for his first day of camp. “Don’t forget to make friends while your here.”

    Tim blushed. There were other campers in the vicinity, either being dropped off by their parents, or arriving alone. And of course, all of them would have something to say about his mother doing that. “Mom, please don’t... They already hate me enough as it is...”

    “Oh nonsense, you’ll be fine. You’re a prince. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with a prince? Especially one as nice as you.” Snow got back onto the carriage. “Anyway, I must be off. Do enjoy yourself, and don’t forget to keep in touch!” The door closed, and the carriage took off.

    Tim sighed. Of course his mother failed to realize that a bunch of campers here were princes and princesses themselves.

    “Oh hi Timmy!” Tim heard another familiar voice call out to him. He turned around to see one of the Seven Dwarves that helped his mother when his evil step grandma had tried to have her killed. This one was Happy. “You made it! Did you have a safe trip over?”

    Standing next to him, was another dwarf. This one was Grumpy. “Yeah, yeah whatever.” He forcefully shoved some papers into Tim’s hands before the young prince could even answer Happy’s question. “This your Cabin assignment, and a map of the camp. Find your bunk, and get settled, or whatever. Now, get going! We have other people to explain this **** to!”

    “Don’t be so rude, you can afford to be nice to people!” Happy scolded his brother before turning his attention back to Tim. “Today is the first day. You’re free to explore the camp, and meet your fellow campers. Dinner is served at 6PM.”

    “This is such a waste of time...” Grumpy mumbled.” Grumpy stormed off to talk to the next camper, and he dragged Happy off with him. “The sooner we can get this crap done, the sooner we can get on with this crappy day.”

    “Bye Timmy! See you later!” Happy still had a big smile on his face, even as he was being dragged off by Grumpy.

    Tim couldn’t help laughing at the two dwarves banter. He also wondered who on earth decided it was a good idea for Grumpy to be a camp counselor? The only person he had ever seen him sort of be not Grumpy to was his mom...

    Tim quietly walked through the forest in search of his cabin. Tim didn’t bother interacting with any of the other campers right away. He was sure he would see them enough as the day went on. It would be nice to have a moment alone in the forest, with all the cute woodland animals that roamed around in it.

    Tim looked around to see if anyone was nearby, and once he saw no one was around, he sang a few notes, and a few of the birds sitting in the trees started chirping in tune. Hearing this made him smile, and he started singing


    ♪Little birdies, take wing
    Flitting down from the trees
    They appear and chirp in my ear
    All because I sing!♪

    Tim continued singing notes, and the birds flew out of the trees, and perched themselves on his outstretched hands and fingers. Additionally, other cute woodland animals came out of the woodwork. Rabbits, squirrels, even a couple of deer.

    With all of his new animal companions in tow, he made his way towards his cabin. His was labeled ‘The Perrault cabin.’ The outside looked like the cottage Tim and his mom stayed at when they went to visit the Seven Dwarves. The inside though was much more luxurious. With the exception of the bunk beds, this felt like a smaller version of the castle he and his mom actually lived in. That was to be expected though, they were probably expecting a bunch of prince and princesses, so they work hard to make them as comfortable as possible.

    Much to Tim’s relief, Tim was the first one to arrive. He found his luggage waiting for him in front of one of the bunk beds, and started humming a song while unpacking his things. Meanwhile, the animals started cleaning the room. Squirrels were dusting shelves with their bushy tails, and bluebirds were helping Tim unpack his clothes.
     
    Last edited: Feb 7, 2019
  2. VampirateMace

    VampirateMace Internet Overlord

    Adian
    Son of the Genie
    Enchanted Forest > Grimm Cabin


    Adian stared at the trees whipping by outside the bus window. He'd spent most his life so far in a desert, so trees like this and so many of them at once, was an unfamiliar sight, but considering he'd been seeing them for a couple hours now, the initial wonder was well worn off. He was ready to get off the bus. The only thing he'd brought with him was a small golden lamp, sitting in his lap. It was the only thing he even slightly needed, as being of pure magic and smoke. Well that and fuel, but the camp presumably had food.

    The younger camper next to him in the seat had fallen asleep, for which he was kind of thankful. Being asked about being purple, what a djinn is, why he isn't a genie, why he doesn't or won't grant wishes, and to transform into this or that, got old real fast. The idea of making his own friends would be cooler if there were actually djinn around his age, but young djinn were rare. He wished his father hadn't insisted on him taking the long way, of which this was only the final leg, rather then teleporting him via magic, but at least it was almost over. Finally the bus slowed to a stop and the younger camper next to him jerked awake. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes he exclaimed, “Oh yeah, we're here! I hope we're in the same cabin Adian!”

    “Sure, that'd be totally cool,” lied Adian as he stood up. Making his way off the bus he could see the carriages, limos, additional buses, and other means of transportation crowded around the gate. It was like a freaking circus. Eventually a particularly grumpy little man asked his name and shoved some papers in his hand, while a overly cheerful counterpart apologized, “Don't mind him, you're going to have a great time here Adian. Today is a free day, dinner is at 6 pm, okay, catch you later!”

    “I doubt that,” whispered Adian under his breath as the dwarves quickly moved on, trying to get to everyone on the bus as quickly as they could. He looked at the papers, a cabin assignment, Grimm Cabin (what kind of a name was Grimm?) and a map. Great, now he had twice as many earthly possessions, or would once he recycled the worthless cabin assignment paper. Folding the papers in half, he tucked them inside his coat, and floated up away from the crowd, lamp dangling from one hand. Over the trees, he could see the cabins were in another small clearing (who needed maps?), and made a beeline for them.

    Looking around it didn't seem like anyone was here yet, as he floated before the simple log cabin. Once he moved inside however, it was plush and comfortable, like a tiny sultana's palace. Looking over the beds, Adian wondered if they're counted one for him, because he certainly didn't need it. Instead he set his lamp down on one of the country chic dressers. That was it, done, he was totally unpacked, and he mused to himself playfully, “Could it be, a new camp record? Adian the powerful and mighty djinn has unpacked in under thirty seconds!”
    ___

    Sylvia 'the Goblin Princess'
    Daughter of Rumpelstiltskin
    Enchanted Forest > Perrault Cabin


    A rickety little black and silver carriage whipped through the forest, the luggage on top rattling madly against the roof, behind two slender jet black ponies. It screeched to a stop alongside the other vehicles at the gate. The door burst open, and a fair girl in a flowing pink dress leapt out, looking rather excited. She landed with a thump and turned back to the carriage, her puffy bone laced silver-teal pony tails swinging like whips, as the goblin driver crawled up on top and started untying the suitcases and bags. He gave a shout in their native tongue and started tossing them down to her. As she played catch with her belongings, a pair of important looking dwarves came over, one chriping, “Can I get your name miss?”

    “Slyvia Spinster,” she replied looking to him excitedly. This had to be one of the camp counselors, she'd figured they'd be humans, but dwarves were interesting as well. Then the goblin up top shouted, “Your bow princess!”

    Sylvia looked back, catching the final object in an outstretched hand, a black linen wrapped bow and arrow set. She knew she wasn't technically a princess, but given how much the goblins that worked for them were paid, they often called her that despite never being asked to. And honestly sometimes it came in handy for getting her way with humans. The dwarf looked from her to the goblin, then at his papers, as if he must have clearly missed the memo that she was a princess, then shrugging it off gestured to his companion to hand her some papers. Grumbling, he shoved some papers at her, “Cabin assignment, map, get settled. . . or not, not like I care.”

    “Heh. . .” groaned the happy dwarf, “feel free to explore the camp Princess, today is free day. Dinner will be at 6 pm.” He then turned to his companion as they headed for the next camper, saying softly, “Come on, don't be like that. At least show the royals a little respect, you don't want the camp shut down, now. . .”

    Slyvia smiled, that was not enough to ruin her mood. She was here to make new friends, and one grumpy dwarf was not enough to stop her. The goblin carriage was already rushing away now, in a black and silver blur, and it's speed seemed to bother several of the humans. Slyvia shrugged and hauled up her bags and suitcases, then pressed awkwardly through the crowd. She didn't need or expect help. She forced her way through the people to the wooded area that supposedly hid their cabins. Finally locating Perrault, she kicked the already cracked door fully open, since her hands were full, starting several small animals.

    What? She watched a couple of squirrels scurry out before moving over to a free bunk. As she started to toss down her things, she asked a boy who was already unpacking in there, “Why is our cabin full of animals? Is that a normal camp thing?”
     
  3. Vern

    Vern Why not both?

    Orion
    Daughter of the Little Mermaid
    Enchanted Forest > Grimm Cabin


    Orion hummed to herself as she watched ants crawling about on the wooden floor of the cart. Idly, she tried to predict where the line of critters would go next, trying to divine some sort of order to the way in which the lines of insects snaked across the floor. She didn’t expect to arrive at a conclusion — it had been an activity that had occupied her thoughts for a long time now, and would not be solved that easily in the span of a bumpy cart ride towards a summer camp.

    “What are you looking at?” The green-skinned child sitting next to her asked, squinting at the floor. He hadn’t talked much for the duration of the voyage, but it seemed like his curiosity had finally gotten the better of him.

    “Ants.” She replied, with practiced nonchalance, “I like to watch them. They’re fascinating creatures.”

    “Oh.” The goblin child replied, falling silent again. He evidently didn’t share her enthusiasm for the laws that defined insect life. But she was used to that — in fact, it comforted her. She enjoyed being regarded as an outsider and an oddity — it kept people at a reasonable distance, and made them regard her with a certain measure of respect.

    The cart pulled to an abrupt stop at the gates, causing her guitar case to fall to the side. She reached out to catch it, and barely prevented it from hitting the floor. If it had, it wouldn’t have been too much of a big deal (there were plenty of people here who could fix an instrument for her), but she still preferred to have the guitar be uniquely hers, and for that to remain true, it must not be fixed by someone else’s hand. Nodding at the goblin child, she stepped gently off the back of the cart, guitar slung over her shoulder, and weaved her way through the crowds towards the gate.

    “It’s you.” A familiar grumpy voice said, blocking Orion’s way. The dwarf — Grumpy — reached forwards and stuffed some papers into her hands despite her gesture of protest, “I know you don’t want these, but it’s my job to hand them out.” He all but snarled. “Cabin assignment, map. Yadda yada.”

    “Thank you, Grumpy.” Orion replied with a smile, and a small courteous action that was a half-bow and half-nod. “Glad to see you again. You too, Happy.”

    “Of course, of course!” The other dwarf — Happy — replied as they melted back into the crowd, “Enjoy yourself!"

    She kept watch on the dwarfs as they wove through the crowd handing out papers, pointing to locations and smiling when they did indeed head in the direction. Just like with the ants, she’d made it a game to see if she could guess which camper they’d approach next, and while initially it seemed almost random, she did eventually start getting better and better at it. There were some campers they liked more than others, some spaces in the gate they preferred to stay away from, certain group sizes that they would gravitate to. This time around, she managed to get an approximately 60% accuracy rate — not bad.

    Limping slightly as needles of pain shot through her legs, she moved through the gate and towards the cabin she’d been assigned — Grimm cabin. She already knew the layout of the camp by heart, so she didn’t need to consult the map. As she walked, she nodded at a few familiar faces, and five out of the thirteen nodded back. The cabin itself is also familiar — a simple log cabin that disguised a surprisingly nice interior, fit for royalty, and much more comfortable than the room she’d chosen for herself back in the ocean.

    She pushed the door open to see a purple genie setting a lamp down on the table. “Could it be, a new camp record?” It said to itself, sounding amused, "Adian the powerful and mighty djinn has unpacked in under thirty seconds!”

    “Thirty seconds is not that unusual,” Orion said, closing the door behind her and leaning her guitar case against the wall, her voice tranquil and emotionless, “Many campers travel light.” Her personal average over the times she’d been here was around twenty-seven seconds — it didn’t take long to put down a guitar case, and leave her toiletries and one change of clothes at the foot of the bed. Giving the djinn a smile and her customary respectful nod, she does just that, then lies down, resting her aching feet. “My name is Orion. It’s nice to meet you."
     
  4. Schade

    Schade Do you hear it? Don't listen.

    Lillian Strauss
    Daughter of the Candy Witch
    Enchanted forest -> Grimm Cabin


    Lillie was sitting in the front of her dad's car as it raced through the main roads of the enchanted forest. the view was certainly.. enchanting though it did seem like they had driven along the road for what seemed like a tiny eternity. They were driving along in Jacob Strauss' beloved Panther De Ville, which he had aquired through a tips from a family friend. The old classic car raced through the dirty roads with surprising speed and manouverability, considering the rough landscape. The man had a relaxed look on his face despite the great speed he was travelling, and Lillie copied his demanour. Jacob Strauss was a lot of things: A great warlock. Speaker of Mzuleft the seer, and one hell of a real estate agent, but he was also one of the most competent drivers in all of the lands, and possibly beyond. Nobody kept their cool at such great speeds as Jacob did, and if Lillie would get insecure or scared by the driving, he'd simply look at her and smile. "Calm down, sweetie. There's nothing to be afraid of", he'd say. At this point though, Lillie was used to the strange rush that came with the possibly dangerous speeds. Speed limits be damned, the 6 hour ride probably only took them 3.

    As they reached their destination, Jacob did a sharp turn and skid his car into a perfect position right in front of on of the seven dwarves, scaring him to tumble backwards an faling on his bum. By the look of his reaction, it was not one of the more courrageous ones. Regardless, he regained his composture and opened the door for Lillie as she elegantly exited her fathers car. Another dwarf reached into the back of the car to pull out her modest amount of luggage. Her father gestured to her to bow down so he could see her, as he did not exit the car. "Now, you behave, okay sweetie? I do not want any more reports of you tormenting other children or animals. Save that for later.". "No daddy, i promise." Lillie said with an innocent, obedient tone. "Have you remembered to bring Streusel?" he continued. "Yes daddy." Lillie said as she fiddled in her purse and brought up a large tome that by no logical means should fit down there. "I have it right here". She didnt travel far without her spelltome, as they were pretty much alpha omega to witches. She did, however, often write down recipes in it, adding and removing pages as she saw fit. Jacob smiled. "Atta girl." he said, before closing the door, and speeding off into the thick forest. The sound of his car could be heard for the next 10 minutes.

    Lillie turned towards the dwarf who had been blown away by her dad's car. It looked like he was.. sleeping? Standing up? Lillie politely waited him out, glaring at him with an eerie smile. He then shook violently for a second before waking up, as if he had a terrible nightmare. Lillie giggled. "Wha.. Oh.. right!" the dward composed himself and looked at her, looking at his list, then looking back at her. Looking around, there were a lot of other campers who were arriving. She did recognize a few of them, but the people were mostly new to her. Lillie disliked new people. It hadn't been her idea to go to this place, but she hadnt objected either. She believed her mother wanted to take some time off an just relax, which meant Get the kids out of the house. If she had overheard right, her parents were going to go on a trip to visit Jacobs parent in the netherworld. She enjoyed visiting her grandparents, s she wondered why she had just been shipped out here to the middle of the woods. Sure, her mother wanted her to "Meet new people" and to "Socialize like a real human being", but Lillie wasn't a real human being. she was a witch. As if tormenting the neighbours dogs wa a bad thing all of a sudden? Nevertheless, Lillie had braced herslf for this. Camp was supposed to be fun, and she knew that she may learn some new things here.

    Walking through the crowded forest, she eventually found the cabn she had been assigned to. As she was used to forets, it was no problem for her to make he way, and as she walked up to the cabin, she could hear there were people inside. She sighed to herself. Sharing room with other people was not something she was looking forward to. “Many campers travel light.” she heard from inside, and slowly opening the door, she danced inside with her bags, managing to avoid letting the two people inside know she was there until she had found, and sammed down on the bed by the window. “My name is Orion. It’s nice to meet you.", the person said. The person in question was princess Orion. It was undenyable by her long blue hair and royal composure. The person she was talking too was an odd one. A completely purple character, with hair like a flowing galaxy, as well as the raddest leather Jacket Lillie had ever seen. She didn't recognize him. "It is nice to meet you too, Orion." Lillie said calmly, revealing her prescence. "I am Lillie.. Hard candies?" She offered some ginger-flavored hard candies from a very suspicious-looking pouch she had stuffed down her purse as a peace offering.
     
    Last edited: Sep 30, 2018
  5. Gamzee Makara

    Gamzee Makara Let people enjoy things...

    Soctratesia, the Sockpuppet Girl of Oz
    Daughter of the Scarecrow and the Patchwork WOMAN
    Enchanted Forest->Grimm Cabin

    A pink glow manifested in a clump of leaves near the Enchanted Forest. It grew in luminescence, height and intensity, until, in a puff of pink fog, a humanoid figure emerged, holding a pink gem. "Wow...gotta figure out how to make that effect..." Socratesia began waltzing around, looking for this so-called "camp" that she'd been called to. She then heard a rustling in a bush nearby. "Better not be an unfriendly monster..."...It wasn't a monster, but a fox. "I'm sensing a malefic presence...no way....."The fox then leapt at her, trying to bite her hand off. "Thank Ozma I have my bow...now, according to my studies, this kind of malefic magic indicates a familiar. If I can counter it just right, I can free it from service..." The fox kept trying to tear her to no avail. "here goes...MIK MOIN VOI RHO!" The countercharm manifested as a pair of spectral scissors, which "cut" the malefic bond controlling the fox with a loud SNAP. The fox immediately let go, shook itself, and ran off. "Someone was not wanting me here..."

    Socks then meandered into a clearing where many other beings were heading into little buildings. Some set off her magical senses hard, to the point where she had to power through the sensation of alarm bells ringing in her head, but she eventually found a building to rest on the side of. It was labeled "Grimm Cabin". "Funny...this is where I was supposed to be...time to go into plain jane personality mode." Socks slowly scooted up the side of the cabin, and, upon reaching the door, headed in. Inside, there were fluffy beds, quaint little tea sets, and many other things, including things that she was unfamiliar with, such as a black box with what looked like a glass screen on its front. On top of it was a stick with rubber studs n it. Curiously, she pressed one with the word "power" on it, and, to her shock and amusement, an image appeared like it would in Ozma's Magic Picture, but an orange-skinned man began to talk like the Wizard said he used to back when he was a "con-man" in the land of America, claiming about how he would "Make America Great Again". The man seemed untrustworthy and deluded, after all, according to Princess Dorothy, America was fine...she pressed the "power" stud again, wanting to turn off the silly orange man's insane ramblings."What is this device?" It was marked with a seemingly nonsensical label... "Samsung". She'd have to replicate this magically at home once she got a full magic license...

    Socks then began hearing two other beings talking. She walked over, and immediately feat powerful malefic magic coming from a human-looking girl, as well as a new magic from a blue-haired..there was no other word for it...princess. The two were chatting it up, when she produced strange-smelling things that looked like sweets, but...no, those were magic spells. Socks walked over to the point where she was in full sight, and introduced herself. "Hey! I'm Socratesia of Oz, Socks for short. And Milady, I sense something malefic about those little "sweets", so I'd not touch those w/o letting me giving them a alchemical and magical look-over. OVES ZIK NINU!" She produced a pair of vials filled with green fluid, a polished orange stone and a blue crystal stick, ready to analyze the "candy", with or without permission...
     
  6. VampirateMace

    VampirateMace Internet Overlord

    Adian
    Son of the Genie
    Enchanted Forest > Grimm Cabin


    Adian stepped away from the dresser, turning awkwardly, a bluer tinge on his cheeks, since he was embarrassed someone had overheard his childish proclamation. It was true the blue-haired girl didn't seem to have much more then a guitar herself. A girl. So the camp was co-ed? He nodded lightly, introducing himself as well, “Adian. But I'm sure you saw. . .”

    He trailed off. He was going to make a comment on how much the rich kids brought with them, but he was distracted as someone else entered introducing herself, and offering some candies. Adian reached over and took one of the odd candies. He'd never really been taught caution about what he put in his mouth, and clearly no one had told him not to take candy from strangers, “Ooh, don't mind if I do.”

    He popped it in his mouth, ah ginger, a somewhat refreshing flavor, right before a fabric skinned girl who'd been lurking near the front of the cabin and playing with a black box and such, finally came over. Adian started to wonder now if the camp wasn't co-ed like he'd initially assumed, and he'd somehow been mistaken for a girl. His musing on the subject was short-lived however, as the life-size walking sock-puppet proceeded to insist on analyzing the candies with magic and alchemy (which he understood to be some cross between magic and science. Adian turned the candy in his mouth over with his tongue, then commented, “They seem fine to me. Of course I'm probably immune to a lot of things the rest of you aren't, but I certainly don't think they're cursed.”

    Or as she'd said, Malefic. The idea of categorizing magic as simply white or black was laughable in his opinion anyways. Magic was just magic. It was what you did with it that made the difference. He was pure magic, well magical fire, and he could make his own choices about if he wanted to do the socially accepted right or wrong things. For example, he could probably conjure sweets himself, not that it made a lot of sense to do so very often. He needed fuel, food, to function right, and if he wasted his power conjuring food, it was just a slippery slope of expending more magic to make food then the consumption of said food would help him generate. But it would be neither good nor evil.

    This was fine and all, but they all seemed pretty unpacked and done introducing themselves. Adian looked around the room, it was fine, but not very interesting, except the black box the sock girl had made scream about something called America. He looked back at the group, “So ladies, you want to come explore the camp with me? I'm sure we'll be spending plenty of time in here later.”
     
  7. Vern

    Vern Why not both?

    Orion
    Daughter of the Little Mermaid
    Grimm Cabin

    "Adian.” the Djinn responds, “But I’m sure you saw…”

    Before he can finish whatever he’s about to say, they’re interrupted by someone else — a rather creepy-looking girl who’s bangs covered her eyes. “It’s nice to meet you too, Orion,” she says, pulling out a rather suspicious-looking little pouch from her purse, “I am Lillie… Hard candies?”

    Orion blinks. There’s something rather suspicious-looking about that pouch, and the girl is oddly unnerving — and after all, there’s the age-old rule of ‘don’t take candy from strangers’ that’s drilled into every child from birth. On the other hand, it’d be rude to refuse, and it’s not like this girl is a total stranger — she’s here, in this camp, after all. Before she can carry out her train of thought to its conclusion, the genie reaches over and pops one into his mouth, saying “Ooh, don’t mind if I do.”

    “Hey, I’m Socratesia of Oz, Socks for short.” Before she can push herself back into a sitting position, Orion is interrupted by another new arrival, one who resembled a sock puppet given life, "And Milady, I sense something malefic about those little "sweets", so I'd not touch those without letting me giving them a alchemical and magical look-over.”

    Milady? It takes a moment for Orion to figure out that she must have been talking to her — she’d made it a point to avoid informing people that she’s technically royalty, and had more or less gotten used to being treated like a ’normal person'. Maybe the Sock girl had mistaken her for someone else, or simply made it a habit to address people that way. She sits up and shakes her head, “No, it’s fine,” she sighs, “You don’t have to, I’m sure—”

    But the sock puppet had already started chanting a spell and pulling out lab equipment, so she stops herself and just reaches for a candy, nodding her thanks and popping it into her mouth. After all, the djinn had declared it safe, which was good enough of an assurance to her. It tastes rather ginger-y, which isn’t a flavour she particularly fancies, but it’s certainly bearable, and doesn’t seem to have any ill effects (at least not visible, immediate ones). Sitting back down on her bed, she watches curiously as the sock puppet tinkers with her equipment.

    “So ladies,” the Genie says, breaking the short-lived silence, “You want to come explore the camp with me? I’m sure we’ll be spending plenty of time in here later.”

    “I’m already familiar with the camp,” Orion replies indifferently, lying back down, “Walking is painful for me, so unless any of you want someone to show you around -- which I'd be glad to do -- or have a desire to go swimming, I'd prefer to remain here."
     
  8. Schade

    Schade Do you hear it? Don't listen.

    Lillian Strauss
    Daughter of the Candy Witch
    Enchanted forest -> Grimm Cabin


    there were an uncomfortable silence after Lillie offered her kindness. That wasn't unnatural. Being a witch, there was always something about someone that made the people around them... uneasy. She was not about to out herself though. She knew of her mothers shenanigans, and she knew better than to flaunt that. However, she was not ashamed. Why would she be? any girl has to eat, right? As the sock thing was analyzing her generously offered piece of hard candy, the purple guy was more quirky in response. “Ooh, don't mind if I do.” he said, snatching up the candy before anyone could really register that he was even present. Lillie was glad. she smiled widely as he accepted it, hoping to avoid her eerie tendencies, which, knowing herself, she likely failed. eh, it's the thought that counts right? Right!?

    "Hey! I'm Socratesia of Oz, Socks for short. And Milady, I sense something malefic about those little "sweets", so I'd not touch those w/o letting me giving them a alchemical and magical look-over. OVES ZIK NINU!" , the sock-thing, cleverly nicknamed Socks, said in suspicion as she took a piece of candy from her and looked at it as if it was a new breed of rats she hadn't seen before. The weird nonsense she then spoke seemed to be some sort of analytic spell. She then apparently went full scientist on the candy piece, totally ignoring both Lillie and the two others present in the room.

    ".... Ignore that thing." Lillie said, waving softly to where the Sock was analyzing the piece of actually harmless candy maybe. "It's completely safe. See? The purple dude hasn't died yet, has he? Hee hee hee hee.." she giggled to herself at the end. Sure, it would be easy for her to mistakenly give the strangers some of her poisonous love-clumps. Luckily, she was storing those in a different sack. The candies she offered were, in fact, Ginger and Pumpkin pieces with a hint of salmon. The purple dude gobbled them down like he hadn't eaten in a hundred years. It made Lillie happy to see someone appreciating her gesture of kindness. People didn't typically do that.

    “So ladies, you want to come explore the camp with me? I'm sure we'll be spending plenty of time in here later.”, the purple magical guy said as he walked towards the exit. Orion declined, stating she had already made herself familiar with the establishment. Had she been here before, maybe? Who knows. As the purple guy said, they would have plenty of time to gossip as they were sharing cabin and all. Though she wasn't really the adventurous type, the atmosphere had gotten sort of awkward after the Sock rudely declined her candy, and she would rather spend some time getting to know the immediate area than to sit there in an awkward silence while watching "Real Housewives of Oz" on her iTome. She quietly stood up and started walking, stepping up close to Purple guy, maybea bit too close. "I'll come with you." she said, giving him a sweet smile.
     
  9. Gamzee Makara

    Gamzee Makara Let people enjoy things...

    Soctratesia, the Sockpuppet Girl of Oz
    Daughter of the Scarecrow and the Patchwork WOMAN
    Enchanted Forest->Grimm Cabin


    Socks proceeded to analyze the candy, and pretended to not be paying attention to the others while doing some basic analysis. The candies were ginger, hard, sugary, and were forged via an ancient and defeinitey dark magic power, but then, before Socks could get a lock on whether the sweets were toxic, the purple being she'd barely noticed ate one, as did the princess, who seemed flustered at her recognition of her status as one. Socks had hung out with Ozma, Dorothy, Betsty and Trot, Her Princesses, enough to recognize one.

    Socks was at first astonished by the purple thing's brzaenness, then amazed at the lack of death by corrupted confectionery, then relaxed...but she still felt the malefic energy coming from the candies. Socks decided to back off and assess the candy-making girl later. "Very well then. But I'm keeping an eye on you... kiz jiy" The equipment disappeared with a pop. "I'd like to explore as well, but I need time to relax first. Anyone up for a game of cards? Bibenu voi" Socks proceeded to magically summon a pack of playing cards with the Royal Insignia of Oz on them."I play rummy, pinochle and poker...don't tell my folks that I know that one...*heh*"
     
  10. VampirateMace

    VampirateMace Internet Overlord

    Adian
    Son of the Genie
    Grimm Cabin > Archery Range


    After taking a candy, the blue haired girl declined his suggestion, mentioning that walking was painful for her. He felt sympathetic, but they'd only just met, so he probably wasn't supposed to ask why exactly, he imagined his dad probably would have, but his human friends seemed to have hang-ups about not offending people. And of course without asking there also wasn't much he could do, however if it was a magical aliment, there still wouldn't be much he could do, and he'd still have opened an emotional wound.

    Lillie meanwhile asserted that her candy was safe. Something Adian and Orion had already decided, even though Socks was intently analyzing them. At least Lillie was game to go exploring, even if she wasn't solid on the concept of personal space. . . well he did come from some ways away, so maybe social conventions might be different here?

    The pair were already heading out, when Socks agreed as well, but said she wanted to play cards first, conjuring a deck. It seemed several of his fellow campers wielded decent magic, so hopefully any magic lessons would not be as pathetically remedial as he feared. Not that card games weren't great sometimes, but Adian wasn't really interested in that right now. He looked back, “No thanks, we'll catch up with you later.”

    Back outside of the cabin, Adian took a deep breath. It felt really good to be outside again, not that he was worried about getting trapped inside the cabin or anything. But as a djinn, running wild and doing whatever he wished was kind of his thing, though the trees did block the horizons off. Tomorrow when they had to participate in camp activities was going to be annoying. Shaking this off, he surveyed the area around them. He could see some other cabins nearby, and the path that led to this one. He'd flown over, so he'd not actually taken the path, it was still clogged with campers heading for their cabins even now, but rather he just kind of understood it was the accepted way in and out of the cabin clearing. And the way he needed to go now that he had Lillie with him, well, unless they used magic.

    He reached over and set a hand gently atop her shoulder. POP! The pair were now on the other end of the path, where it forked into other paths, leading to various locations around the camp. The one leading from the main gates was still kind of crowded as well, so Adian started off down another. Large circles of white and red stared back as they approached a clearing. It took Adian a moment to realize these giant's eyes were actually targets. He nodded lightly to himself, softly commenting, “I guess this is the archery range.”
     
  11. Monster Guy

    Monster Guy Fairy Types IRL

    Prince Tim White
    Son of Snow White
    Perrault Cabin


    As Tim was unpacking his things, he was startled by the sound of a girl's voice. “Why is our cabin full of animals? Is that a normal camp thing?” Tim jumped up, and yelped "GAH!" After he did it, he felt really bad afterwards. Oh, why must he be so easily startled?

    Slowly, Tim turned around, and saw a green haired girl had just arrived at the cabin. She looked a little older than him, and she was definitely taller than him. Then again, nearly everyone was taller than him. Judging by the dress she wore, she might have been a princess, but most princesses he knew didn't wear bones in their hair. Tim avoided making eye contact, and nervously shuffled his feet. "Um... no... I-i-it's not a camp thing. It's a me thing..." Tim stuttered.

    He shut his eyes, and took several deep breaths to calm himself, but it didn't help much. "Um... I'm Tim... Timothy... Prince Timothy White... Son of Snow White..." Tim blushed, and bit his bottom lip. He really hated introducing himself by his full name and title. It really shouldn't have been that big of a deal. Nearly everyone at this camp was royalty in some form or another. That didn't make it any less embarrassing, "Um... uh... just call me Tim if it's easier."

    Meanwhile, the animals got spooked, and started running wild all over the cabin. Tim knew he had to calm them down before they broke something or hurt someone. "Oh dear... Um... could you... hold on a second... Please don't laugh at me..." He muttered the last sentence under his breath." He took a deep breath and started singing various notes. He really hated singing in front of other people. He felt like he sounded like a girl, and people made fun of him for it.

    Immediately, the animals stopped in their tracks, as mesmerized by the sound of Tim's voice, and flocked over to where Tim was standing.
     
  12. GoldenHouou

    GoldenHouou your deadman

    Hvatur
    Son of the Big Bad Wolf
    Enchanted Forest -> Perrault Cabin


    Hvatur wasn't really sure why the humans had dubbed this the 'Enchanted Forest.'

    He'd walked through the entire damn thing and had not encountered anything particularly enchanting. Sure, the place was lush and all, but from a name like that, he'd definitely expected more. Something like incredibly fat deer flocking to him to be eaten, or rabbits that came already skewered and seasoned. Something... magical. Instead, he'd been lucky to catch a glimpse of one squirrel and two bluebirds, and they'd all been long gone before he could even prepare for a lunge. Enchanted, his ass. Unless the magic had made all the prey invisible, he called the whole thing a scam.

    The sound of wheels upon gravel alerted Hvatur to the arrival of a yet another car. Instinctively, the large wolf sulked away from the edge of the camp back into the Scam Forest like he'd done at the sight of every vehicle prior. He... knew he had to stop stalking the camp's outskirts and actually make his presence known eventually, but.. but not yet. Maybe after this busful of people had settled in. Or the one after that. Or when the night came, and everyone else was asleep. Hm, maybe not that; they'd probably be even more likely to mistake him for a monster come nightfall.

    Damnit, he was starting to get pissed -- and hungry, too. His plan to eat up on the way hadn't exactly panned out, after all. At this rate, he had to come out of hiding just to find the cafeteria.

    ... Or maybe not.

    A familiar scent wafted to Hvatur's sensitive nose from somewhere close. Sharp, rich, gamey... a deer. There was a deer-- no, multiple nearby. Hungry and impatient, the wolf stuck his snout out, ready to follow the trail to his first meal of the day. Only, it quickly occurred to him that the scent did not come from the forest behind him - it came from within the camp. And just like that, he was faced with a tough decision; to enter the camp in hunt for the deer, or---

    You know what, no. It wasn't a tough decision at all. Fuck humans and their prejudiced gazes. He was hungry, and he intended to fix it right now.

    Moving quickly on all fours, Hvatur left behind the familiarity of the foliage and dove onto the camp site. From the corner of his eye, he could see a dwarf start towards him, but he had no time to stop for a chat. Past the yard, around a few carts, over a fence, and-- there. Hvatur stopped. In front of him stood a spacious cabin, with decorative letters spelling out an unfamiliar word; 'Perrault'. Whatever it stood for didn't matter - what mattered what was inside. It wasn't just deer; the wolf could smell squirrels and birds too, intermingled with the stench of humans. Humans aside, the cabin had enough prey for a full-course meal, and the door was left wide open as if to invite him to dig in. What kind of a hungry wolf would - could - say no?

    The wolf stalked to the doorway. He crouched, muscles tense and senses alert. And then, he heard that.

    Hvatur stopped mid-leap and nearly bit off his tongue. From somewhere within the confines of the cabin, he could hear... a song? He couldn't make out the lyrics. The melody devoured every word, weaving them into a singular stream of sound, one that he could almost feel caress his fur as it traveled to his ear. It felt like the song was wrapping him in a warm blanket, beckoning him to forget his hunger and follow. So, follow he did, without realizing he was doing so.

    A passing by squirrel scurried into the cabin, enticed by the song. Immediately after, in stalked a seven foot wolf on all fours, red gaze drilled onto the singing boy at the back.
     
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  13. VampirateMace

    VampirateMace Internet Overlord

    Sylvia Spinster 'the Goblin Princess'
    Daughter of Rumpelstiltskin
    Perrault Cabin


    Sylvia blinked as the boy proceeded to have a light freak-out. He seemed to be the kind of jumpy the sort of person who wouldn't last ten minutes in the Goblin Kingdom, but then, he was probably also not the sort of person that ever would set foot in the Goblin Kingdom. He then introduced himself with a stutter, using full title plus ancestry. Sylvia understood, to the royals, status and blood meant a lot. Not technically royalty, she never introduced herself as princess, but to those with passing knowledge of the Goblin Kingdom filled in the gaps if she referred to it confidently. And she hoped that might get her in better with the royals here, which seemed like a good idea, as her goal was to learn more about human society by making some human friends. Tossing her bow onto her bunk, she announced, “Pleasure, I am Sylvia Spinster, of the Goblin Kingdom.”

    Whether it was a pleasure or not actually remained to be seen, but that was not the point, this was the polite thing people said, or at least it was what she thought they said. However her tone of voice did not seem to help the already spooked animals. The boy excused himself from the conversation and started singing too them. She was not particularly inclined to laugh as he suggested, maybe it was human thing to find magical talents amusing, as they started to gather back around him again, but then, she didn't feel like this was a particularly useful skill either.

    Sylvia looked curiously at the doorway. Past his singing she could hear people outside the cabin freaking out about something, though she was entirely unsure what. She figured it could be any number of mundane things.

    But then it appeared, a predator, a red eyed wolf in the doorway, ready to charge. Sylvia scrambled for the bow on her bed, and then since her belongings were packed, an arrow as well. She kept an eye on the wolf though, which was now. . . slow walking towards the prince. Something about this wolf was odd, but she did not let her guard down. Bringing the arrow to the bow, she made a request of the prince, “Please do your best not to panic.”
     
  14. Monster Guy

    Monster Guy Fairy Types IRL

    Prince Tim White
    Son of Snow White
    Perrault Cabin


    In the middle of his singing, Sylvia said something about not panicking. Panic? What was there to panic about? Then Tim looked behind him to see a large wolf gazing at him with hungry looking eyes. Tim jumped shouted "WAH?! How did that get in here?!"

    Tim took a deep breath. After getting over the initial shock of suddenly staring face to face with a giant wolf, Tim realized he was more facinated by the unfamiliar animal, than afraid of it. He liked all kinds of animals. The cute ones, as well as the scary ones. The other animals in the room were rearing back, prepared to either attack, or run at any provocation. He also realized there was another problem to deal with. Sylvia had a bow and arrow to shoot the creature down. "Oh dear... Um... You're not planning on killing him with that... Are you?" He shuddered at the thought of someone getting killed right in front of him. He never liked violence. "Um... I-I-I don't think the staff would appreciate one of the campers... killing something spilling blood all over the floor." Tim's face flushed. Why did he say that? Now he had a mental image of a dead corpse spilling blood. That was not something he wanted to think about.

    He approached the wolf, and gently scratched behind his ears. "Hello. Wow. You're unlike any animal I've ever seen! I mean... I've seen wolves before... But never one quite so big."
     
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  15. Schade

    Schade Do you hear it? Don't listen.

    Lillian Strauss
    Daughter of the Candy Witch
    Yeet'ing around the Camp


    Getting out of the Cabin, there was a slightly awkward pause as the purple guy decided on where to go. Had he been there before? It would be nice if anyone knew anything about the place they were at, though knowledge about its layout would kind of ruin the fun of experiencing a new place in the first place. Lillie giggled to herself, clutching onto her little pouch of sweets. So far the people here had been nice to her, well, besides the sock, but that's irrelevant to her. IT was unusual and... nice.

    She was yanked out of her own train of thought when the purple guy suddenly put his hands on her shoulders. This was a bit sudden, wasn't it? Like.. they had only just met! Surely he didn't have any sort of intentions by bringing her out here alone. "Exploring the camp", what kind of move was that? She had very little experience on the field of everlasting romance and the likes; Witches kind of always drew the short end of the stick in that department, but something in the playful way he was looking at her made her feel safe. Was this going to be her first kiss? Was there any other reason for him to pull her in close like this? Why was that toad over there staring at them? So many thoughts, and no ways of properly sorting them out. Lucky for her, she was pretty much deadpan in her posture, making it near impossible to read her inner turmoil.

    POP!

    The scenery changed. What? They were now at a forked road, a modest distance from their cabin. Teleportation? Well that's neat. “I guess this is the archery range.”, the purple guy said, pointing towards some targets neatly placed in a row some yards away from the road they were walking down. The entrance was down the other fork, and Lillie remembered it from when she first got there not even half an hour ago. she sighed loudly.

    Lillie's adventure was sort of cut short when something huge suddenly flew past her, almost knocking her over. She stumbled to regain on her feet, and quickly regained her poise. What was that?! She glanced behind her just in time to catch the sight of a huge Wolf running on all four, as if hunting for something, before it disappeared behind a bush. It was majestic. Huge, feral, oh yes. It... stunning... kindly... love it! Hug it... when... sleeping... warm and cuddly... spectacular... ravishing...

    She didn't really recall much of the following minutes, as Lillie had now simply walked away from the purple guy to follow this majestic creature. As fate would have it, it stopped outside of one of the other cabins, smelling around into the air around it. it was a he, and quite the interesting he at that. 7 feet tall humanoid-ish wolf, just like in the stories. She did not top to consider the irony. Strong furry arms, broad shoulders, he looked like a mixture of the abominations mother sometimes summoned, and the german shepherd Lillie owned as a child. There was just something facinating about him, and Lillie couldn't help but stare, from the safe distance behind a convinient bush she found, this was a forest after all. The creature entered the cabin, and Lillie quickly hurried over to a window to get front seats to the show that she was certain was about to unfold.

    Inside were more people, and an unnatural number of animals. Lillie took a mental note to return to this cabin for whenever she would need test subjects for her wicked deeds, and crept closer to the window, gently putting her palms to it as if to see better. the person of everyones interest was this uninteresting-looking boy who looked like he was about to faint from fear, and a somewhat feral-looking girl with minty blue hair and a somewhat rugged princess-look to her. More importantly though, the wolf had entered, and was staring as if hypnotized by this young man in the center, who freaked out momentarily by the addition to the cabin before restoring himself.

    "Hello. Wow. You're unlike any animal I've ever seen! I mean... I've seen wolves before... But never one quite so big." the young man said in a shy tone, though Lillie ignored him. "Who's a big boy" Lillie muttered to herself as her nose now poked the glass of the corner of the cabin window. She giggled menacingly in awe.
     
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  16. GoldenHouou

    GoldenHouou your deadman

    Hvatur
    Son of the Big Bad Wolf
    Perrault Cabin


    Hvatur was only vaguely aware of the mint-haired girl scrambling somewhere to the side. Perhaps if he had noticed the bow she dove for, he'd paid more attention - and retaliated as appropriate. Luckily, he was far too entranced by the strange song to see anything but its source; a scrawny boy in the back of the room, flanked by startled animals.

    The girl must have said something, because all of a sudden the boy spun around. At the sight of him, the other let out a shout - and whatever trance Hvatur had been in shattered. It was as if he'd woken up from a daydream; he was groggy and disoriented, looking around the cabin as if he only now realized he'd entered it in the first place.

    Then it all registered at once. The boy talking about blood - his blood - and the girl with a strained bow. The other animals, either standing their ground defensively or trying to scurry away as fast as possible. Though Hvatur was standing in the middle of the room, he suddenly felt cornered.

    So when the boy reached towards his head, Hvatur did the only thing he could to avoid biting it; he recoiled, fast. He staggered to stand on two feet, easily towering over the boy who had, if his words were anything to go by, tried to pet him. To pet him! What was up with-- wasn't the guy afraid at all?! Everyone always was.

    "Not dog," the flustered wolf growled, glaring down at the human boy. His voice was rough, thick with a feral accent, but the words were clear enough to understand.

    Then he turned to the girl, eyes narrowing cautiously. From the way she held the weapon, he could tell she had hunted with it before. Her reaction was much more familiar to him, much as it made his blood boil.

    "Not monster either. Put those damn sticks away." He made a vague gesture towards the bow and arrow with his paw, uneasy at the mere sight of them.

    "Not here for you two," he stated as calmly as he could, trying to dissolve the situation. He wasn't looking for a fight after all, despite what it might have seemed.

    As usual, he did not sound or seem any less angry than before, though.

    The wolf stole a few hungry glances at the few animals that still remained in the cabin as if to signal what he meant. He was so close now, he could practically taste deer.

    He was shivering from anticipation. And... Probably something else, though he could not quite place what. It was like someone had taken the pleasant tingling he'd felt earlier upon hearing the song and twisted it into something wicked. It felt like cold nails scraping up and down his spine.

    Maybe it was just... weird hunger pangs.

    Hopefully, it was just weird hunger pangs.
     
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  17. VampirateMace

    VampirateMace Internet Overlord

    Sylvia Spinster 'the Goblin Princess'
    Daughter of Rumpelstiltskin
    Perrault Cabin


    Prince Tim pretty much immediately chose to do the opposite of Sylvia's request, jumping and shouting. The wolf was not advancing on him though, so Sylvia simply kept her aim steadied on it's target of the wolf's tender neck. Then Tim got concerned that she was going to kill the wolf and get it's blood on the floor. Probably he was squeamish, though this was the wrong aspect to be squeamish about in her opinion. Sylvia replied explaining, “I'm sure the staff would be much more concerned about there being royal camper's blood on the floor. So, I will if I have to.”

    It didn't seem to her like Tim was paying much attention to what she said though. Instead he was approaching the wolf, admiring it, petting it. Very ill advised, in her humble opinion. Then the wolf talked. Sylvia lowered her bow. If it could talk, then it not the sort of mindless eating machine she knew from the woods of the Goblin Kingdom.

    It's speech was not the most elegant or reverent, but it certainly spoke well, and commented on not being their enemy. Though she had heard tales of a talking wolf that would trick humans and then eat them, so it might be wise not to entirely let down her guard, just yet. . . She pulled her arrow from the bow as a sign of good faith, though she dropped neither, and addressed the wolf, “You'll have to forgive me, the wolves I'm familiar with do not stop to have conversations with their victims.”

    Adian
    Son of the Genie
    Archery Range


    “I wonder if they teach fencing and other forms of fighting as well?” asked Adian out loud, thinking of the broad swords the palace guards wielded. It would be nice if he could get some form of conversation from the girl, who'd been pretty quiet so far. Especially quiet compared to the racket the rest of the camp was making. Did someone just cry wolf? Maybe she was just bored. Was he just boring her? He was supposed to make friends, so that was not ideal. But if a being of pure magic was boring, then it couldn't be helped. Adian turned to look back at her, and maybe see if he could find out the issue. But. . . she wasn't there. She was gone. Just gone.

    “Uhhh,” groaned Adian, and he did a full circle, just encase she really was there and he just wasn't seeing her. He was floating now, not that he'd consciously switched mode of locomotion, but it had happened naturally, like someone running for their bus. He moved back towards the path, “Hmm.”

    There were people on the path still of course, acting even more frenzied then before. He looked up and down the path, not seeing the girl. He tried to teleport to the other side. Nope. That wasn't happening. Probably he was just to anxious. Emotions had a big effect on magical abilities. Sighing, Adian started to press through the crowd.
     
  18. Schade

    Schade Do you hear it? Don't listen.

    Prince Ashton the third. Ace of the Kingdom of Wonderland.
    Son of Her majesty Queen of Hearts
    Perrault Cabin


    A strongly worded letter maybe? Yes, that ought to do it. A strongly worded letter, written with.. Exclamation marks! Yes, that'll show her. Ashton was walking around the camp area of.. camp. Though he had been under no illusion that the establishment was going to be anything better, he hadn't considered it would be so.. campy. He was walking behind Hiccup and Burp, his royal retainers. Having studied the art of fashion at camps like these, his bodyguards had taken to a disguise, donning shorts, boots, a dumb T-shirt with a heart on it because it is important to stay true to your brand, and one of those fannypacks. They looked more like a gay couple of dads at Disney-World rather than professional guards, but it did the trick. Ashton wasn't exactly sure he was allowed non-campers on camp ground, but he didn't care, he was not going to be in this pile of woods alone, that was just not gonna happen.

    He had arrived with one of his family's custom Limo's. Bright red, donning a heart ornament in the front and generally just looking classier than Cruellas car. Obviously, driving through the woods had been somewhat of a task, but the driver was competent and managed to get them there in no time. Despite that, he seemed to be late. He had been greeted by tiny people offering to take his stuff, but he had just asked Burp to push the dwarf away. Hiccup and Burp would be taking his stuff, no filthy little Gold-Digging hands no sir. Not that he had anything particularly illegal in there, but he had experienced poor customer service before, and his axe was in the bottom of his bag so he wouldn't be able to perform any executions before he unpacked at the cabin. Ugh the cabin. Was it too much to ask for to get someone to just bulldoze this forest and make a hotel here? Get some swimming pools, some minor stores and shops and tourism attraction to really rake in the cash. It was an admittedly pretty location, but it also felt like he had moved 10 years back in time. At least his phone still worked.

    "Perrault Cabin.. Heh, clever", Ashton said as his two gorillamen stopped outside one of the cabins. Looking at it it was very unremarkable. Was it tinier than the rest of the cabins he had passed on his way there? It looked like it was. What was that sickeningly sweet smell? Why was it so loud there, is there a fight going on in there? Was that a deer in the window? Please don't be this cabin..

    Signaling to his henchmen to stay behind him, he walked up to the door. There was definitely some sot of commotion there, but it seemed to have toned down a bit. Taking a deep breath, Ashton signaled his henchmen to take the door down. Well, no, but like.. Open it. They had practiced this a few times at home, and Hiccup and Burp was definitely more used to tackle doors rather than to dramatically opening them. However, they did just fine. Slamming the door open, Hiccup and Burp walked in and stood on each side of the doorway, gently kicking away a rabbit that was caught in the sudden drama. Ashton then made his entrance, and stopped in the doorway to glance over the room. As he suspected, there was rather chaotic in there. first and foremost, it was very cramped, possibly due to all the forest animals that for some reason thought it would be cute to invade. Second of all, that wolf is a little bigger than the ones Ashton was used to, heck even bigger than Hiccup and Burp, if not barely. Thirdly... Well that was pretty much it. Besides some serious pest infestation.. no, No! This room was tiny and cramped and it smelled like actual feces, which was not surprising based on the animals. Ashton could barely hold his anger in at the realization that he was, in fact, in worse conditions than the castle slaves.

    He did, however, also notice a familiar face. Prince Timothy White, by the looks of it. Ashton immediately put on a friendly welcoming face, his strategy already taking shape. If he could endure this hellhole of an excuse for a camp then maybe he could get a powerful ally from it. He didn't know much about the young prince though, as he had mostly heard tales of his mother. Not exactly the painted picture for how a monarch should be or act but it seemed to get the job done. Blatantly ignoring the others in the cabin, he walked in a straight line towards the young prince and presented his hand for a handshake, carefully avoiding the amount of literal animal droppings on the floor. "Hello, I am Prince Ashton the third. Ace of the Kingdom of Wonderland.2 he said with a gentle smile. Meanwhile, Hiccup and Burp proceeded to somehow plow through the room towards one of the empty beds, where they dumped his luggage.
     
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  19. Monster Guy

    Monster Guy Fairy Types IRL

    Prince Tim White
    Son of Snow White
    Perrault Cabin


    As Tim reached out his hand to pet the wolf, the wolf recoiled, and Tim knew to draw his hand back. He then stood up on two legs, and spoke. In all his time living amongst animals, Tim had never seen one actually talk back. At least not in English...

    The wolf told them he was not their enemy. He did make it quite clear what he was he was here for. The deer knew it too. They either tried to get out of there as fast as possible, or stood their ground. Tim himself cringed at the thought of it. “Oh dear...” He knew perfectly well that animals ate other animals. Unfortunately that was a fact of life. That didn’t mean he wanted to see one of his animal friends get killed and eaten in front of his eyes.

    Sylvia lowered her weapon, and expressed that she wasn’t familiar with wolves that had conversations with their victims. “She has a point... I’m around animals all the time. Not one of them has ever spoken back before!” Tim’s eyes lit up with glee. “Usually I just understand their mannerisms and behavior...” Tim took a breath, and nervously twiddled his thumbs.

    He tried to think of something to say next. The poor thing had to eat, but at the same time he couldn’t let him eat an innocent creature. What was the right thing to do? How was a prince supposed to handle this situation. “Um... well...” Tim took a deep breath. “I understand you want to eat the deer... I understand it. You eat meat. It’s in your blood.” Upon hearing this, one of the deer looked horrified, but Tim went on. “However, I can’t stand here and let you kill and innocent creature. The animals are my friends! And that’s in my blood.” Tim cringed slightly. He couldn’t believe those words had actually come out of his mouth. “Um... If you’re hungry... I’m sure the Mess Hall has something to satisfy you. It’s about time for dinner, actually... We could all go together if you want...” Tim blushed and started shuffling his feet. “Um... please?” Of course. Why on earth would this wolf listen to anything he had to say? He could probably pounce and kill everyone in this room right now if he wanted, and there wouldn’t be a thing anyone could do to stop him. Except Sylvia... She could probably do something. He could only hope had some sense of mercy.

    And then another boy barged into the room, ignoring everyone else and making a beeline for Tim. Even all the animals and the large wolf. How does one miss the wolf? This guy carried himself like a prince. He wished he had that kind of confidence sometimes. He even wore his crown. Tim didn’t like wearing his own crown everywhere. It drew too much attention. The boy offered his hand for a handshake. “Hello, I am Prince Ashton the third. Ace of the Kingdom of Wonderland.” Wonderland? He heard they had some interesting animals there, although he also heard the citizens were mad...

    Meanwhile, two men who definitely didn’t look like campers dumped some luggage into one one of the beds. We’re those his bodyguards? His mom always instilled the value of hard work, and that he should do things himself. To see him use his people for something so trivial rubbed him the wrong way for some reason. Still, it was too early to judge... Maybe his parents were overprotective?

    Tim politely returned the handshake. “Oh um... Prince Timothy White, Son of Snow White.” Apparently they were using full titles now. Did he say he was the Prince of Wonderland? His mom must have been The Queen it Hearts. He heard stories about her being crazy, but that may not have been true. Even if it were, it’s too soon to judge if the same applied to his kid. “Um... we were just about to head out to get something to eat. W-w-would you like to join us?”

    Prinecess Dawn Charming
    Daughter of Sleeping Beauty
    Enchanted Forest


    A blonde woman in an elaborate pink dress and a golden crown escorted her daughter into camp. Happy and Grumpy gave the girl her items. Then Happy Bowed in the presence of Queen Aurora. Grumpy pouted.

    “Now Dawn. I expect you to behave yourself.” The Queen told her daughter. “Remember your actions reflect on your entire kingdom.”

    “Yeah, sure mom.” The pink haired princess dismissed her mother. “Don’t you have some place to be?” Dawn then proceeded to stretch out her arms and yawned loudly.

    Aurora rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Honesty Dawn. Must you do that? The least you could do is cover your mouth. A lady doesn’t open her mouth that wide in public.”

    “Bye mom!” Dawn took off and dismissed her mother.

    “Remember, you’re a princess! Carry yourself as such!” Aurora shouted back to her daughter. But Dawn already left, and Queen Aurora stormed off in a huff.

    Dawn was glad to have her mother out of her hair for a while. She was a good parent, but she was waaaay to concerned with being a proper Princess. Dawn just wanted to relax and have fun.

    It was a beautiful day in the enchanted forest. It was a bright sunny day, but the trees provided plenty of shade, so it wasn’t uncomfortably hot. In Dawn’s opinion this was perfect weather for a nap. Though for Dawn, any weather was good for napping.

    Dawn was supposed to be going to her cabin, but she figured that could wait for a bit. A little nap never hurt anyone. She found a tall shady tree, and sat under it, placing her luggage next to her. In an instant, Dawn had fallen asleep, and having a wonderful dream.
     
  20. GoldenHouou

    GoldenHouou your deadman

    Hvatur
    Son of the Big Bad Wolf
    Perrault Cabin


    Hvatur wasn't really used to humans heeding his words. So when the girl eased the strung bow and removed the arrow, the giant wolf found himself taken aback. It felt... nice, to be trusted for once - even if she did not put the weapon away entirely. She explained why she'd done so as well - and though she probably meant well, what's with the apology and all, Hvatur's fur bristled at her word choice. 'Victim' was an entirely human concept, one of those words they applied to themselves - and only themselves - to elevate their kind above the rest of animals. Just another sign of their superiority complex.

    The wolf scoffed, frustrated at the implications. "No such thing as victim. Only prey."

    Speaking of...

    He turned back to the deer, only to notice the human boy staring up at him almost gleefully. H-huh? He hadn't seen speaking animals before either? Was it really that special? And he wasn't even that good at it... damnit, he was starting to get flustered. "No big deal," he mumbled quietly, scratching at his arm.

    A moment of tense silence followed, until the meeker human spoke up again. Had it been any other time and place, the wolf probably hadn't cared to finish listening to a stuttering human trying to keep him from his food. But... he felt as though he should at least hear him out. These two had given him more benefit of the doubt than anyone else in ages.

    The more he heard though, the clearer it became that he and the boy had entirely different views on just about everything. Innocence and guilt were both made up by humans, too - and neither had anything to do with the food chain. He did not give a damn how innocent humans perceived his food to be. And what about predators then? Did they meet this arbitrary human criteria of innocence? Or was he guilty of something, just because he couldn't sustain himself with grass alone? That was stupid. And what was that about being friends with the deer? Humans did not befriend animals. They used them for work, or kept them as pets, or raised them for food.

    Hvatur crossed his arms, eyes narrowing.

    But then, the boy did something a little more productive. He offered a solution; the Mess Hall. They'd probably have food there, yeah. But he had food right here too, and it was raw and delicious and not ruined with vegetables or sauces. No matter how he looked at it, anything that awaited him there would be a downgrade from a fresh kill.

    “Um... please?”

    Damnit...


    Hvatur gave the deer a longing look. All he had to do was pounce. That's it. Why did he have to go and start trying this getting along thing on an empty stomach?

    "... Fine," he barked after a while, "We go to Mess H-"

    Before he could finish, more people literally burst into the room. Startled, Hvatur swirled around and hunched, tail straight and fangs bared, a low growl emanating from his throat. Two large humans entered to frame the door and make way for a third, much punier boy. He was dressed weird and acted even weirder, practically ignoring every warning sign Hvatur gave -and just waltzing deeper into the cabin. Had the boy not been unarmed and too scrawny to pose any sort of threat, the wolf would have literally bitten off his head in retaliation. As things were, Hvatur just found himself blinking in confusion when the newcomer breezed past him to talk to the meek boy behind him.

    From there on, Hvatur ignored them both. He vaguely heard the two do introductions, and could tell that the word 'prince' was thrown about - but the title meant little to him. He was far more invested in staring at the two larger humans, who were now carrying luggage to an empty bed. He didn't like the two one bit, and never dropped his aggressive posture - or stopped his growl.

    At least, until he saw that; a face, pressed against the cabin window above one of the beds.

    Hvatur yelped, scrambling back a few steps. He wasn't sure why, but something about her was... off, triggering his sense of danger. It didn't help that he suddenly realized he could smell her, too; a sickly sweet aroma, like a flower bed coated in poison. ... Oh. And was-- was she staring at him?

    She was staring at him.

    "Human," he mumbled to the prince whose name he could not recall now, tone dripping urgency, "Going ahead. To Mess Hall."

    He shot a quick glance at the girl with the bow. She was the humans' best bet if the creature outside decided to attack, so he figured it would be fair to warn her. "Don't drop guard," he instructed under his breath - and then made a four-legged dash for the door. Hopefully, he could slip past the monster waiting outside before she caught him.
     
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