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( mingle ) field day + camping trip!

FIELD DAY & SCHOOL TRIP

JUNE 8TH
FIELD DAY

With the current school semester coming to a close and summer vacation on the horizon, school administrators have elected to end the year on a high note with an invigorating Track and Field Day at the park, in order to better foster fitness and health in the children (outside of their government mandated physical education classes, anyway).

The event is, of course, open to the community at large, whether you have a current affiliation with the school or not. Because, well, everyone could stand to get up off their couches for an afternoon of running around in the sun. Or, in the case of residents with a particular sun allergy, under the shaded tarp canopies that dot the field here and there with healthy snacks, drinks, and some of the less expansive games available today (such as, oh, a nice sedate beanbag toss).

Wayward Pines thrives on the inclusion of all varieties of people, after all. Even those that aren't, strictly speaking, people at all.

All of the most recognizable games are available, of course: sack races, relay races, three-legged races, any sort of race you can think of, really; flag football and dodgeball with soft spongy balls to keep anyone from getting too competitive (the school nurse is on hand just in case though); a massive tug-of-war rope that spans nearly the entire field; and water balloon and blanket tosses. If you're not too sure what the latter is you can ask Linda at the makeshift juice bar and she'll be all too glad to explain for you.

Actually, on second thought, don't ask Linda anything. Don't give her the satisfaction.

JUNE 8TH - 9TH
HELLO MOTHER
HELLO FATHER

While most of the citizens of Wayward Pines disperse back to their homes or jobs as Field Day draws to a close, the students, teachers, and a small handful of volunteer chaperones simply relocate the festivities to the campground in northeastern forest for a two-night camping trip. The evening of the 8th and the first half of the 9th run smoothly enough; tents are set up, marshmallows are toasted on an open fire, sunblock and insect repellent liberally applied, a thin veil of nostalgia and bonhomie settles around the entire event and people are in generally good spirits, despite the... excitement of last month.

All in all, it's a pretty great day. Of course, something's got to give.

There's no warning, no steady build up or slow decline. On the afternoon of the 9th, between one breath and another, the power to the fence surrounding the town increases exponentially, and anyone more than 100 yards from town feels suddenly exhausted and de-powered. And unfortunately for the students and staff trying enjoy a weekend of nature and simplicity, the campground falls squarely outside of that 100 yard perimeter of safety.

The camping trip is called to an abrupt end, and most of the camping gear is left abandoned while everyone drags themselves slowly home, but perhaps even more troubling is the question that's on everyone's lips (whether they choose to risk actually saying it aloud or not): why did it happen?

And what does it mean for the future of Wayward Pines?

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field.
Overall, the field and track day was a great idea. Get everyone out in the beautiful weather and active, team-building activities balanced with competitive games. Just how it should be, all in all. He worried briefly about the huge number of residents who had to still be recovering from all the accidents that had occurred hardly a week ago but that wasn't going to stop him. If he saw anyone flagging, he'd probably direct them to a stationed nurse and leave it at that.

No, for now, Roman was going to eye all the activities and realize something fairly important. Turning to whomever happened to be closest at the time, he said, "I can't decide which one to try. What do you think?"

camping.
It wasn't necessarily an event meant for parents and adults to show up on. Just for the kids to hang out and have a good wind-down for the year, letting it go out with a bang. On the other hand, Roman was known well enough and his own daughter was attending so of course he would volunteer as a chaperone for the event. It was a pretty good gig considering he'd had plenty of practice over his long life... even if he couldn't remember any specific examples right now. It was there. Somewhere. Totally.

Most of the early day he could be found helping with tents or securing items for the more paranoid of kids even though no bears would likely come close to them. They weren't really that far out from the town at all. Still, if it helped them be at ease and make a better experience for everyone else, why not?

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When the drain came, he dropped like a sack of bricks. Breath hard to pull, muscles aching, confusion threading through his veins. His first instinct was to locate Iris in the panic that soon began to bubble over, and then it was to get to safety. Get himself there and make sure the people he cared about were there, too. It wasn't just him but he felt—ill, almost violently so. Movement wasn't going to come easy.

What he was really worried about was making it somewhere protected from the animals he heard in the woods. Those were not good sounds and he felt some definite dread for how vulnerable he was in relation to their proximity. Hell no.

❰ raven's not actually sure what possessed her to come camping. sure, it seems like something she'd be into, but not right now. not with everything so fucked up in her head, with her memories and her other memories, as if that makes any sense at all.

maybe that's why she's out here. because she doesn't remember much, but a lot of what she does remember is out in the woods. or in a camp surrounded by woods. a camp built around a dropship that plummeted from space, but she's forcing herself to bench that particular memory until it fleshes out a little. otherwise, she's just gonna drive herself up the wall about it.

at some point, she figures out that driving herself up the wall is pretty much inevitable unless she finds something to do with her hands. so she casts a glance around and latches onto the first project she sees: a tent half-pitched. ❱

I'll take this side, ❰ she says, jogging up to steady one of the wobbly poles. but then raven catches sight of who exactly is on the other side, and his face jogs a sliver of memory loose. a sense of familiarity. a name. ❱ Roman, hey. ❰ it comes with a brief grin before she drops to a knee to finish threading the pole through the loops along the corner of the tent. ❱ How'd you get suckered into this one? ❰ she feels like she knows him through someone, but she can't place it. ❱

Hm? Oh, Raven.

[ His own memories seem to have come back more than not. Raven's rattling around in there too, and he even understands the connection (vague as it is, knowledge rather than events, and that's frustrating but he's getting used to that). There's one particular discrepancy vying against something else that he doesn't want to examine but at the same time he knows he'll have to eventually. Right now isn't that time, however, and he uses the extra hands Raven provides to get his side of the tent something less than pathetic.

He shifts, pauses for a moment to pop his head over the side of the tent and give a proper nod of greeting, seeing as his hands are still full. Close enough. ]

Well, Iris is here. Fresh air sounded pretty homey about now, too. You?

❰ while his face knocked half of a memory loose, his words finish the job. iris. he's iris's dad, she remembers that now. and iris is crowe's cousin, iris and... shit. iris has a brother, but his name and face are still escaping her.

so it makes more sense, she guesses, that he's out here on this trip. parents chaperone a lot, it seems like. never hers obviously, but whatever, no loss there.

her own answer takes a couple of seconds — maybe she's glancing around for something to drive this corner's stake into the ground with, or maybe she just needs to think about it. when it comes, it's debateably pretty simple. ❱

I feel like I'm supposed to be here. ❰ not... camping, exactly. ❱ In the woods.

❰ then, dryly: ❱ Feels a little less like I'm losing my mind.

[ That time it takes for her to answer doesn't bother him. He just fixes up a little more of the tent and walks his way around to see if there's anything else that needs done. He assumes she's got it handled, though, it's just idle hands having him move around.

He does, however, hand her a spare shoe he's been using for the stakes. ]

I'd ask the obvious question, but I don't think we're supposed to. Instead I'll say I doubt you're losing your mind. Or, rather, we all have here.

❰ too late — right as he's offering out the shoe, she's just seized a decent-sized rock to do the job with instead, which she lifts in gesture when she sees his offering. her words come overlaid by the sound of her rhythmically beating the stake into the ground. ❱

Yeah, well. ❰ a pause, and a couple of hits of rock against metal stake. her tone drops to something like mutinous, but it's easily mistaken for harmless 'teen' mutiny, just in case it makes a difference. ❱ Be cool if they'd leave my mind alone, since I use it for pretty much everything I do. ❰ not... that anyone doesn't use their mind throughout their daily life, but. raven's a mechanic, not to mention the way she can build tech out of scrap. all of that's distinctly harder when she can't pull context for half of the technology she sees. ❱

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[ More shoe for him, then. He pulls his hand back and lets her work. What she's saying isn't totally out of the blue but part of him rebels against it, and not just because of the rules. There's something else and it's hard to hide the flinch that rocks across his features, even though he gives it a valiant try.

What the hell was that...?

He swallows then shakes his head. ] It's pretty scary when your mind doesn't behave properly. Do you have anyone you can talk to about it?

[ Rather, has she checked anything out yet? Roman himself has been too busy. Raven might be young but he's not going to discount anyone's ability to dig deep and ask questions, maybe even get away with it. ]

❰ her reply's dry, routine even. ❱ Thought we weren't allowed to talk about it? ❰ it's been less than a week since she even woke up here. she's been trying to figure out where she stands with the people she lives with, and how the hell this 'bellamy' guy remembered her when she only just in the last day or so started to remember him.

she'll definitely start pushing at the seams of this place. just... not yet. raven doesn't leap until she at least thinks she has her footing. ❱

Iris is pretty sure she is supposed to be embarrassed at having her father around. And there is, of course, a small part on the back of her mind that is a little bit embarrassed- every teenager is probably going to feel the same when confronted with a doting, caring parent when she’s in front of all her classmates so she just sucks it up and tells herself to stop being silly.

All in all she’s handling it pretty well. She made sure he said hi to her friends right away, she’s seen him around… definitely not ignoring him even though she’s also very clearly doing her best not to be seen gravitating towards him too much. It’s a delicate equilibrium to maintain some sort of social status, which thanks to having a teenage daughter Roman probably knows by now just how important it is.

But that doesn’t mean she isn’t going to talk to her father at all, and she does walk over to him once her tent is all set up. She did it all pretty easily- her memories are confusing, fuzzy, and she never knows which part of them to believe but what she knows for sure is that her family has always done her best to make sure she’s self-sufficient and independent and can handle herself. And survival was apparently a pretty important skill to achieve, and one she took very seriously.

So she’s approaching her father with a grin as he finishes help some kids set up the tent, arms crossed on her back.

“Someone looks like he’s actually having fun.”

He didn't intend to make it any sort of an Embarrassing Dad outing. He was cool, he was hip and he was still young to all appearances. So what if that came with a whole lot of other experience? That only helped in getting things set up for the other kids and blending in to seem less like an intruding parent and more like a chaperone who had just tagged along lately.

So, all told, Roman wasn't going to bug Iris on the trip unduly. Not to say he would be totally selfless about keeping away, but she had friends here and fun to have with them, and he knew there was always going to be a barrier for him in joining that. When she approached him, he turned with a self-satisfied grin and started patting his hands together to dispel some of the naturey grime that had built up from fighting the latest tent.

"Should I not be?" he asked, brows raised and tone full of jest. "Are parents not supposed to have fun on camping trips? Does it ruin the kids' image?"

“Ha ha ha!”

Iris laughs sarcastically as she nudges her father on the side playfully. It’s very obvious she’s just teasing and actually relieved he’s taking it with such good humor. She had always known he was a pretty cool dad, even if she still had to keep up appearances.

“For the record, I’m glad you’re here. Some of these kids are pretty clueless on this camping thing.” She looks around, the smile on her face only widening. “It’s pretty cool, isn’t it? I….”

It’s very obvious she had begining to say something, but she thinks twice about it and instead she glances back at her father. “You done with all the tents?”

Appearances were very important for teenagers and who was Roman to deny Iris's? He certainly wasn't that cruel or unusual. Being a teenager nowadays was hard and he was more and more glad that he didn't have to deal with that, even if he couldn't currently remember what he had dealt with when growing up for real.

"At least they're having fun being clueless." The kids were definitely getting into the idea of roughing it for a night despite all the things they had packed with them to keep things comfortable.

Her pause wasn't lost on him, but he wasn't going to push. This wasn't the time nor place for getting into potentially difficult things. "Close enough to done. You get yours up all right?"

“Yeah!”

She exclaims, visibly relieved he lets the matter slide. Iris’s memories are doing a good job of catching up after the uncertainty of the first weeks, and now she finds it harder and harder not to compare what she remembers from her life here with what she remembers from her life in Insomnia. But she knows she’d get in trouble if she pushed it too much, even with her father since there’s always the risk someone is eavesdropping. So it’s a discussion for another day.

She’s also pretty proud of how she managed to do everything nearly on her own, and there’s nothing wrong in seeking some parental validation, is there? Naaah.

“Wanna see? Here, I’ll show you.” She reaches for his arm and starts dragging him towards her tent.

It was out of protection for Iris that Roman didn't want them speaking of it openly. He had no desire to silence her, but the time and the place didn't match up and the place may never really work in their favor. A camping trip meant for a fun outing was certainly not the time, however, so he would try to hold up all of her concerns and remember to bring them up sometime later. When they could afford to.

He had some of his own to work through, too, after all. Like memories of another family incompatible with the one he had now. He would take the one that was here over the one that wasn't, and didn't dare think that either wasn't real so much as something was obviously misplaced. He just usually didn't misplace things so badly, that much he knew about himself.

Being tugged along easily, Roman followed his daughter's lead. "Bet you have the nicest tent up here," he said with a grin. "Aside from the ones I helped on. Those might be equal."

Iris let’s out a chuckle at that as she keeps dragging him along.

“Equal, huh? I guess I should be proud you consider it at least that much.” She’s aware she’s lucky to have grown in a family (in two families?) that fully supported her and tried to teach her how to be independent while still having her back. It doesn’t take long for them to reach the tent, and she shows it off with a bit of a ta-da!! Kind of gesture.

“See? Isn’t it awesome?!” It’s. It’s a tent. She did a pretty good job setting it up though so at least there’s that. “Now I only need to win all the games and the experience will be complete.”

Roman wasn't going to complain at all, simply keeping pace with his daughter while she hurried to show him the work she had done. It wasn't anything spectacular, not all done up in ribbon and handcrafted textiles in order to make something fabulous, but if she had done it by herself (or even with help) he was still impressed. Doing good work deserved praise.

"Hey, it's standing and I bet it would hold up in a storm, so it's excellent," he said, laughing. That was about all one needed a tent for, anyway. "Yeah? You plan on whupping all the other kids here?"

Iris bounced on her heels, clapping her hands at the praise. She was aware this was the most basic survival skills but hey, she got it down so she was going to count that one as a success. Her father’s approval (and her brother’s, as well) had always been very important to her, so she took pride on it.

“You know I will.” She winked, apparently far too excited about something as simple as going camping. She felt like she had been cooped up for far too long, probably because of living in such a small town when, in her mind, in her… other memories, she was used to so much more.

“I wish we could go hunting, though.”

"Maybe another day?"

That could be a fun little outing. Not that Roman had been hunting for a long time since it had become more or less unnecessary in modern society, but going back to... well, not his rooms, but closer down to his trunk could be a fun activity for sure. That Iris was interested in it only sweetened the pot. Something the two could bond over, for sure.

"What kind of game would you even want to hunt?" he asked, moving to sit down at one of the nearby clear spots. There weren't a whole lot of fallen logs to conveniently place themselves at but hey, part of camping. Nature. All of that.

Iris shrugged, walking over to sit besides him. She liked animals just like she liked every cute thing in existence, and she wasn’t violent by nature so hunting had honestly never been on her radar. But if she wanted to be as good at survival as her brother she needed to be able to survive in nature one day if needed. And to do that, she needed to be able to provide for herself.

“Something… something that we can kill without making them suffer a lot? So probably something smile.” She shrugged. “And maybe something we can make the most of, so we’re not wasteful.

Would you teach me?”

[ Steve's been keeping his head down since he returned from his apparent week-long disappearance. Not because he's got any desire to do so, but because he has no choice in the matter. He's tried like hell to say any of it aloud, to continue what he started, but the harder he tried the faster he felt consciousness slipping away from him every time. So he stays awake, since it's the least — and quite possibly the most — that he can do.

Truth is, it's got him in a funk. He doesn't know what to do with himself, which has never sat well with him, and he doesn't think any amount of well-meaning kicks to the backside are going to make a difference this time.

Still, he'd signed up to chaperone this trip before any of that had gone down. Anything's better than sitting around the house dwelling on it, and hell if he doesn't care about these kids. Following through was never really a question. He helps set up camp, directing the kids to where they'll be sleeping, and maybe even secures a tent or two alongside Roman early on. It keeps his mind off things until nightfall, and he can still keep himself occupied by making sure the fire is fed and confiscating any smuggled booze before anyone can get in any state past tipsy.

Once that settles, however, so does he, sitting on a log with sketchpad and pencil in hand. On the page is a rough outline of a different fire than the one currently lending its light. You can tell by the Howlies penciled in in somewhat greater detail around it, all grown men in uniform, of a sort, though at the moment Steve's fingers are still as he looks into the flames. ]

[ The day of setup is pretty straightforward. Bunch of excited kids and their chaperones aren't far behind, ready to enjoy the evening once everything has settled (and all the booze been confiscated or otherwise taken care of) and the atmosphere overall is pretty good.

Then... there's Steve. Nothing against the guy at all, from what Roman remembers he's a ridiculously stand-up kind of guy. No questions asked, he's always been a good influence for Bucky and Roman wouldn't dare overlook that. Except today something seems very off, like it's just a bad day all the way down and there's a pang of concern in his chest when he sits down nearby. Enough to peer at that sketch without actually looking over the other man's shoulder like a fly buzzing at his ear. ]

You used to camping out?

[ It isn't a request for information about his past, but it can be. An acknowledgment that there's more to their lives than what's happened just in this town. ]

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