( mingle ) field day + camping trip!

[officialnotice]

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?

MOD NOTES

This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the field day or the school camping trip! This includes the point at which the camping trip is rudely interrupted by the Precautionary Measures event. You're welcome to make your own logs for the rest of the Precautionary Measures event, as there will not be a catch-all for this one. The next mod log will be going up on the 19th!

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Comments

[realists]

"They're not supposed to do that," Jyn mutters under her breath, mouth slanting down in a frown, puffing up like an angry cat. Heads are a no hit zone. Ugh, she hates this game already, teenage boys are the literal worst. Percy didn't tell her it sucked.

"I don't even remember what I played when I was small. Tumbling, probably." Lyra needed something for her to get her energy out. Once on Lah'mu it was tag and hide and seek and all manner of games to each Jyn how to hide out in the bunker if she had to, games disguising their need to make sure Jyn would be safe if Krennic came for them.

[volitaunt]

Poe watches the dodgeball match as the rule-breaking kid gets pulled aside and the others continue to pelt each other with the balls.

"If it's throwing things at each other, we definitely did that." He points at the three-legged race. "And that, actually, but we had obstacle courses, not just running."

Poe looks sidelong at her, knowing full well how hard it is to run with someone shorter than you but tempted to drag her over there regardless. "Can you still tumble?"

[realists]

"Yes." Now it's just slightly more... violent. Saw took the raw materials he had and turned her into a soldier and some of those raw materials including being a bouncy, acrobatic little child. "Eventually it became less about fun."

Which could be said about everything in Jyn's life. Playing hide and seek was fun until Mama was dead and hiding meant surviving. Fighting with Saw was fun until it became her entire life, until she was left behind. Forgeries started out as a fun puzzle to crack, then it became is twenty year death sentence.

That part of her life, at least, does little to dampen her mood, which admittedly can never be said to be good, but it's not bad either. "I remember watching people play something like this at Maz Katana's but it had more rules, and a points system." She remembers space football, complete with touchdowns.

[volitaunt]

Poe tries to think of a time when what he does became less about fun. It's still an adrenaline rush, he still challenges himself with every flight. He's never felt conflicted or unjustified over the people he's killed. That part isn't fun by any means, but it doesn't make him love flying less.

He slings an arm around Jyn's shoulders, entirely prepared for her to throw him into the dirt. "We're doing that race."

[realists]

What is with guys putting their arm around her shoulders today? It isn't particularly unwelcome from Poe, though she would still prefer her personal space only be invaded by Cassian and puppies, but now she feels like it is setting a precedent. First Peter, now Poe.

She reaches over to grab his other arm and at the same time sweeps her leg in front of his knees, using her small stature and his weight to flip him on to his ass. She doesn't just throw him though, because it's Poe, she goes with him and uses her grip on him to make sure he hits the grass on all the soft, squishy parts of his body (again, his ass) instead of his hips or knees, taking the majority of his weight and hovering over him.

This is the closest he is going to get to a hug from Jyn and she beams at him sweetly, eyes sparkling with amusement and humor now, threaded through with self-satisfaction. "We're not doing that race."

[volitaunt]

Fortunately for him, as gentle as she is, he also knows how to take a fall. Chin tucked, hand slapping the ground to spread the force of impact--

He still gets the wind hammered out of him, which is entirely worth it to see that grin on her face. He would let her (let's be real, encourage her, since letting her isn't really the question) to throw him a dozen times if it entertains her that much.

"You're mean," he wheezes, without real feeling. He can't wait for the day they figure out how to go home, so she can meet the likes of Jess Pava, Karé Kun, and the rest of the lady pilots. He can't wait for his pilots to never let him live down being thrown into the dirt by someone as petite-looking as Jyn.

He can't wait to see the base again, introduce Cassian and Jyn both to people who will take them in as family.

"Not even if we'd win?"

[realists]

Off to the side there comes a familiar Sensible Chuckle™ and the telltale snap and whir of an instant camera, flash disguised by the bright sunlight of the day. Jyn doesn't have to look up to know Cassian has just helpfully taken a snapshot of Poe's defeat.

Her grin widens.

"We wouldn't, your stride is too long." And yet she can match Cassian's pace perfectly so that is a bullshit excuse all around and she knows it. She won't admit it because she's near obnoxiously stubborn, but she knows the truth.

Slowly, to give him more time to recover, she extracts her arm from underneath him and untangles their legs, pushing up onto her knees. "Why couldn't you have picked any other game?"