Event: Sunday evening

[utopiamods]

The train finally came to a halt in which seemed to be the middle of no where. There was a small hut, but just like the train station in Rakuen there were no staff. Still the doors opened and out on the platform a woman stood. She looked stern and some might recognise her from the town; her dusky pink hair made her stand out in a crowd.

"Weapons please collect the equipment of your colour from the luggage compartment. One tent per team, one stove, one sleeping bag. If Players require their Weapons to have sleeping bags come and tell me, I have some extra in the store." She spoke in a tone that seemed used to being obeyed; a soldiers tone some might recognise it as.

After the equiptment was collected she set off up the hill expecting everyone to keep up. Astute campers will have noticed Dolorosa, Day, Nanami and Santana in the small crowd and so hopefully realise that escape was nothing but futile.

Of course if they still tried they would find they couldn't get very far, if they went too far in any direction or tried to follow the tracks they would pass out and reappear just a little behind the main group.

The camp site was just over the hill, a valley surrounded by hills, a river running through it. Their guide told them to make camp, Fortitude this side of the river, Conquest the other; there were stepping stones. "All Players are to report to me while Weapons pitch the tents."

She waited until the Players were gathered, "My name is Clara, I am your guide for your trip and I expect you to behave yourselves. As you have guessed we have a slightly separate set up, you have each been provided with a Weapon, in some cases two. There shall still be fights, training fights each morning in your camps and a fight in the evening which shall be interschool. Do your best; for as well as raks winning fights will get you more points."

There were no smiles but a pause for them to take in what she had said so far. "There will also be other activities, from climbing to walking to canoeing. I am sure you will all find something you excel in. Each of your Weapons has been provided with a ring, it cannot be removed until the end of the trip. Touching it with your gloved hand will invoke the penalty, though I trust you all not to abuse that power."

She looked over to the campsite and the activity there and raised her voice so she could be heard by those putting up tents. "All cooking is to be done by the Weapons, points will be given and subtracted for cooking skills, tents will be inspected every day. Weapons require permission to share their Players food, there are Weapon meals provided. If you wish your Weapon to stay in your tent they may but permission must be given." She looked like she couldn't work out why anyone would want that despite the grey skies and drizzle.

"Today you may get to know the camp site, there shall be no fight tonight but there is wood to be collected and if you collect enough we can have a large camp fire. Points shall be awarded for meals, Weapons are to come to me for ingredients."

With that she nodded and walked away, presumably to pitch her own tent. Have fun campers!

Comments

[wolfoutline]

"Almost as good but not quite... or something like that, I assume?" Vane remarked, allowing a bit of wry bitterness to color his voice. "I know the feeling well."

[swordofzero]

"Something like that," Suzaku blinked, "You do?" Because really, speaking to everyone here it seemed like most of their worlds were democracy's; however unfair the lives of those living there were. He knew no others who came from empires, except those from his own world.

[wolfoutline]

At Suzaku's inquiry, Vane took a moment to pick his words carefully as he sat back and fingered his scarf. "Not in those exact terms but the general feeling. Of being acknowledged as human but being treated like dirt." He paused there before giving a shrug. As a sigh escaped his lips, he shook his head then and attempted a wry smile.

"I'm sorry, that was presumptuous of me, wasn't it?

[swordofzero]

Suzaku blinked, opened his mouth to deny it and then closed it again and studied his feet. He supposed that the number system could be described that way; he had worked to abolish it as well as Britannia's rule but he mostly had ignored what it meant for him. After all it had been his choice, in choosing to be an Honoury Britannian he believed he had given up any right to complain about the system. At least outloud. Whatever his intentions towards Britannia might be.

"No... don't worry about it. You were not presumptuous."

[wolfoutline]

"Do you regret your actions?" He asked suddenly without any kind of thought. Something he immediately realized he shouldn't have.

It was too personal, too early and without adequate warning. Inwardly Vane lectured himself for getting too caught up in the conversation, enough that he forgot to guard his words. As much as he wanted to know how useful Suzaku would be, there were still social norms to be observed. A routine of common courtesies to be completed before he could even pretend they were on that level of intimacy.

[swordofzero]

"Not that one." Suzaku answered straight away, he didn't think it was too personal. Even if his views on that might be slightly skewed.