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TEST DRIVE MEME

This is the test drive meme for Summer Camp Petosky. Feel free to use this to voicetest, gather samples for your potential app, or just have fun in the setting! Reserves open on May 20th. Hit up our FAQ with any other questions!

Feel free to come up with your own scenarios as well! This is just a sampling of the camp fun that you can be expected to have in the game. Here is our Locations page!

1. WHO INVENTED TRUMPETS

You awake with a start in one of the cabins that litter the campgrounds to the soothing sounds of A goddamn trumpet in your ear.

Alright, it's not in your ear persay, but it is being played from a stereo in your cabin, cheekily repeating itself over and over until you stumble out of bed and turn the damn thing off. 'Bed' in this case being one of the bunks in a bunk bed, wearing entirely unfamiliar clothing.

Welcome to camp. Get to know your fellow campers, your new roommates and the other people who are getting the same wakeup call in the cabins nearby.

2. WHO INVENTED FROGS

It's night. There's nothing around but the soft sounds of nature - the wind, gentle splashes from the lake, Frogs screaming all night -

Apparently, one of your counselors has gotten fed up with the noise, and kept you all up so you could go and hunt frogs, with a light and a container with a lid to keep all your catches in. You've got a partner and until daybreak, and the team with the most frogs at the end of the day gets a whole week's worth of tickets. Think of all the candy you could buy with that.

2A. MAYBE BREAKFAST IS A BAD IDEA

The next morning as you all file in bleary eyed from a long night of frogging, you'll notice the kitchen is serving up all your standard american breaskfast favorites: pancakes, bacon, eggs, frog legs-

Frog legs.

Hm.

3. WHO WANTS TO GO HORSEBACK RIDING?

Thankfully, it's not all frogs and mayhem. The Counselors take you out horseback riding through the woods - which would be a fun time if not for one little fact.

The Horses you're riding are all entirely made from living wood. They even like pets and make the appropriate horse noises somehow, but they're made from wood. They don't seem to be dangerous at least, but...

The counselors warn you to stay on the trail and not go off it, no matter how much the horses want to go there. If you decide the warnings are for suckers, well...You won't get very far off the trail before the horses buck you off and begin sticking their roots into you, forcibly sucking your blood with delighted whinnies. At that point? All you can do is hope someone hears your screams and chances coming to save you.

On the other hand, if you listen to the counselors? You get a pleasant ride through a beautiful forest. Maybe listen to the counselors for once, yeah? Or don't - it's your funeral.

4. CAMP SLASHAWAY

Looks like one of your fellow Campers has died - at the hands of one of your own, no less. Maybe you should get around to checking out the body, and make notes of the condition - because the counselors sure aren't going to be any help here. And if you happened to do it...well, maybe you'd be better off misleading them or obfuscating evidence.

5. TRIALS AND SMORES

It's night. the campfire is roaring, you're all seated around it, and now you've been told to do your best to find the killer. Of course, the killer will be punished, but the counselors say they'll only be put in time out - which is a small wooden shack nearby. However, you can all see that they've put the victim's body in there...which is gross and intensely unsanitary. Yet at the same time, something about that hut just...frightens you.

You'd better find the killer, and hope that no one votes for you tonight.

Have fun!

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"No!" He doesn't mean it to be so loud but it's very insistent. If he had his grandfather's journal he could show Ren the notes, proof that someone else had documented the same things. "They're not very common. Possibly extinct now... most things are. But they existed! I wouldn't lie to you."

He's so earnest it hurts.

Ren stares at him, his eyes flicking back and forth behind the sheen of his glasses like he's looking for something in Talcott's expression. He seems to find something there, and nods, smiling slightly. "Alright."

His tone doesn't sound like he's placating him or mocking, at least.

It feels like everything he says here is so different than what most of these people know that he's questioned at every turn. He's been a constant source of reliable information for years so to suddenly be somewhere that people don't accept what he says has been very disheartening.

Ren agreeing so readily just makes him smile, soft and pleased and honestly touched.

"Thank you."

"Though now I just want to try it." He sighs, stabbing at his eggs. He doesn't DISlike eggs, but this is nothing compared to his mom's miso. Or the Boss' curry.

"It's really good!" And he eyes the eggs Ren is poking at with a frown. "Definitely better than those." He's not even sure what kind of eggs those are but they don't look very appetizing.

"Y'know... my friends once raided a Zu nest." Okay so maybe they aren't his friends exactly and maybe he's bragging a little bit.

"A Zu? Some kind of giant bird?" If they have giant toads, and this was worth bragging about, then this is the next most logical step. He tilts his head, interested.

Talcott smiles, nodding enthusiastically. "Their eggs are large enough that a grown man could fit in the shell." Which is the best example of their size he can come up with.

"Gladio insisted on finding a Zu egg to add to cup noodles of all things." And he can't help laughing at that. It was one of Ignis' favorite stories when they needed to lighten things up. Remembering the silly things that happened Before was something they all needed to do to keep going sometimes.

Ren sputters at that, eyes huge behind his glasses. He's good at reading people, so he really doesn't think Tal is pulling his leg but jeezus. "Wait, wait, hold on. He got the egg for one cup? What, was it the size of a house?"

Laughter was not something Talcott was used to. There weren't many reasons left to laugh in a world without light. Dino had always made him laugh but it had been years since his friend had succumbed to the scourge.

It... felt really nice. Even if he was certain everyone could tell how rusty it was, how unused to the sound he was.

"It had to be the perfect cup." He shook his head, laughter fading into a wistful sigh. Wouldn't it have been nice to go on their adventures. "I can't imagine what Ignis did with all the leftovers... He never told me."

"You could drown someone in that much egg..." He cups his chin, pondering. "But now I wanna try that cup noodle. You think Stan would sell us a Zu egg if we got enough tickets?"

Talcott's laughter faded as he realized Ren was actually serious.

"What?! I- I'm pretty sure they're extinct now. I mean they were really rare even before the Night." He shook his head, flabbergasted and amused. "Besides how would we cook it?"

"A really big fire." His lips quirk just a bit. Is he serious? It's hard to tell.

"..... Ren?" Okay, bro. Talcott's known you for like 5 minutes and he already knows that's a dangerous expression.

"I think it's less the size of the fire and more the size of the pan." Please don't set the cabin on fire?

He cups his chin, and for a moment seems to legitimately pondering his options... Then breaks into soft laughter, the sound low and throaty.

"I'm joking. Promise." But there's just enough sparkle in his eyes to put that in constant doubt.

Could you be any more extra!?

He's not entirely sure what to think here. There's something distinctly appealing about the texture of Ren's laugh and the glimmer of mischief in his eyes. It's enough to have a blush cross his cheeks. A blush that would be faint on anyone who hadn't been deprived of sunlight for most of their lives.

"If you think we can find a way to cook it we can always try to get one but... I'd be worried about a fire that size in the middle of the forest, y'know?" He wants to argue but he also doesn't want to deter Ren or seem like a stick in the mud. Ren seems like the kind of guy that likes to have fun so... maybe Talcott should try being a little more fun too? A little less serious.

"Hmmm. Fair. I don't want to add arson to my list." His food is long forgotten and not missed, but his fork is still in hand, and he balances on his fingers and spins it lazily.

"Still, even if it's not a giant egg... going out to hunt down ingredients. Having a big cook out with everyone. It'd be fun."

For a moment Talcott misses what Ren is saying, watching the way his fingers move, the motion lazy and practiced and so elegant it hurts. It reminds him of Ignis, that casual grace that he's never quite managed to achieve.

The promise of a hunt though, a real hunt and fresh ingredients and cooking over a campfire makes his face light up and he nods eagerly. "We should definitely do that! Something more than frog legs. We could at least get an anak calf or something probably?"

"We could probably get a few more people in on it too." he pauses, frowning. "We'd have to get it cleared with Stan and Red though..." If it was just exploring he'd say fuck it, but there's no way they could hide that much food.

"Do you think there's many of us that..." He bites his lip, uncertain. How to say this? "Are experienced enough to go on a hunt?"

These are all kids and he's been the youngest Hunter for so long he's a little doubtful of most of these people's skills. His hand comes up to his chest, looking for something that isn't there and he scowls briefly.

"I'd have to get my dog tags back first." There's no way in hell that he's going on a Hunt without his tags... not... that there's anyone here that'd be waiting for them.

His spinning of the fork stops, and he grips it loosely. If he was in a better place and time he'd almost feel flattered that Talcott isn't questioning his own ability. "More then you'd think." His eyes flick here and there as if he needed to pinpoint where all their campmates are suddenly.

Still, the comment about tags gets his attention back on Tal. "Tags. You're too young to be military..." The question is unspoken.

"Everyone's so young..." He's clearly not used to being around others his own age. But the way Ren's gaze darts around the room makes him wonder if there isn't something more here that he's missing out on.

"Military? Gods, no. I'm no Glaive." He shakes his head, expression turning somber. "All Hunters have tags... it's the only way anyone would ever know if something happened out in the wilds. If daemons- or if you..." It's a fact of life but it's still hard to talk about. Especially when he wasn't sure Ren would understand his meaning.

Ren doesn't comment on their ages: Talcott's not wrong. Ren's seem teenagers be just as tough as adults, but still... they had middle schoolers here. Mitsuru was 11. Him, Talcott, Ichigo and a few others were the eldest. The only protection the younger ones had- cuz like hell they could depend on the adults.

Still, Tal's words fill him with dread. "Your home sounds... intense." The sad look on his face says plenty.

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"It wasn't always..." Intense was a good word for it now, though. He wished he could remember things more clearly, recall the feel of sunlight and what the Citadel looked like. There was so little of Insomnia left in his memory and it hurt sometimes that he was so disconnected from the other hunters sometimes. He'd known the darkness more than anything else in his life.

"I just wish I remembered more of when it wasn't."

Ren can't understand, not really. Even if he knew the details of Eos it would still be too alien to him. He can't offer any words that would mean anything.

So instead he puts his fork down and reaches over to give Talcott's shoulder a firm squeeze.

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