Closed GREEN SEA TENT FULL Conspira-Sea

August 1, 2020

EmmaLee had voiced exactly what Lillian was thinking, and she breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't alone in her thoughts. She had a feeling she would get along with the first years, even if it was only because most of them were alone when it came to friends at Hogwarts.

When EmmaLee introduced herself to Emma, Lillian felt her confidence rise and waved at her. "I'm Lillian. Fellow first year." She felt her smile widen, completely calm now. The students in her tent definitely weren't bad. "Looks like we might be able to get to know some other first years. Judging from our tent, it seems a few signed themselves up." She spoke matter-of-factly, like she usually did when she tried to act like she knew what she was talking about. In reality, she wasn't too sure if other first years would've signed up. Maybe these Green Sea kids were just adventurous, and so had arrived at camp.

Thinking of the occupants of the tent, she realized she hadn't really paid attention to the tent itself until now. It was in different shades of black, gold, and green, giving it a bit of a homey and cozy feeling. It was larger than it looked on the outside, probably due to magic. She decided this wasn't the worst tent she could've chosen in terms of surroundings; in fact, she liked it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Stephen Schwartz. Ilvermorny, just like Jamie. She realized that her worries about clashing schools were unnecessary, since both Stephen and Jamie were quite friendly.

"I think class might just be better," Lillian said with a laugh. "When I think of summer camp, I think of sports, and I don't exactly get on well with those. I'll probably be sitting on the sidelines cheering everyone on, if it comes to that."

@EmmaLee LeDames @Emma Bennett @Gemima Sable as Jamie Ziegler @AngelFyre McCubbin as Stephen Schwartz

Miles had staked claim on his bunk there in the middle of the tent, not too far in, not too far out. He was unzipping his bag when a fellow Ilvermorny student came inside. Somehow, Miles felt he could always spot a fellow Ilvermorny student, whether it was from seeing them in passing in the hallways or just something about their style and demeanor. "Nice to meet you, Stephen," he said and gave him a nod, realizing he needn't introduce himself because Stephen seemed to know who he was.

"This is actually my first Summer Camp experience as well," he replied. It was his first experience and if he were to admit it, he was rather frustrated with it. Miles Thatcher had done some quick research on Summer Camps before signing up for this ordeal and what he found was a muggle depiction of cabins where groups of campers participated in activities such as campfires, hiking, canoeing, swimming, nature lore, and arts and crafts. This session had a campfire and it had tents, but there wasn't very much nature there right in the heart of London. There would be no proper hiking or canoeing or swimming or nature lore.

"Guess we're both in for a surprise. I will warn you, it's hosted by Hogwarts which means it's already fraught with danger." Was it a stab at the other wizarding school? - Eh, a slight poke, but it was also probably a pretty accurate statement.

Miles had just gotten done with his statement when a girl entered the tent and came to find a bunk across from where they were. She introduced herself and Miles appreciated that she was trying for cheerful instead of moping about currently residing for a month with two American boys. "Pleasure to meet you, EmmaLee LaDames," he said, as he tried to make note to remember the name to the face. "Let's hope this first instance of a magical school is a positive one for you." It would be a shame if Hogwarts ruined Hogwarts for her before she ever even got within the walls of Hogwarts; but he could see it being done.

Miles gave a smile over to the girl instead of offering to shake her hand because handshakes were for muggles and looked over as the tent opened again, this time bringing in a redheaded boy. He recognized him pretty quickly as he was a fellow Thunderbird from Ilvermorny. "Welcome to the tent, Jamie D. Ziegler," he said with a smile, thinking it was rather proper to add in that middle initial that the boy did. It was a good sort of addition and Miles liked that. So far everyone in his tent seemed to try and have it together - Stephen with his use of the name Stephen and not being 'Stevie,' EmmaLee introducing herself so cheerfully, and Jamie D. Ziegler with his proper introduction. The only flaw so far is that Jamie asked if they were ready for an epic time at Camp and well, while he appreciated being in a profession qudditch stadium with his love of quidditch, it still didn't seem much like like what he thought camp would be.

Miles was arranging his bed currently when a young brunette girl made her way into the tent, going straight for a corner and listening as her suitcase fell to the floor with a THUD. While the space wasn't as small as it would seem from the outside, it was an enclosed space so the suitcase hit loudly, temporarily halting all introductions.

And then the eager incoming Hogwarts girl began to introduce herself again to the newcomers, breaking the silence again. He overheard the quiet girl introduce herself as only Lillian and that she would be a first year too. From where? Judging from her English accent, Miles was going to guess Hogwarts.

Another Emma came in and Miles gave her a smile too, stating his name after she had made her introduction. He would have to make sure to remember that one was EmmaLee and the other Emma.

Small talk was made by those around him, and when he heard Lillian mention that she didn't exactly get on with sports he glanced around. "So one question to everyone....." he didn't mean to interrupt but he had important matters to attend to, "....are we going to be an easygoing relaxed sort of tent or are we going to rough up the waters here at Summer Camp a little?" he looked around to the others, wondering if they perhaps wanted to make some of their own adventure this Summer - some of their own mischief. "I guess I'm just throwing it out there that we could be the tent that pranks the others....."

Astrid looked at the tents around her, not knowing which one to choose. Even if she has a colourful personality, colourful tents did not attract her more than that. Astrid grabbed her travel bag and walked towards the Green Sea tent. The atmosphere of this tent reminded her of home, in Norway, except that it was a bit warmer here. Entering without knocking was what Astrid preferred. It broke the ice and the reaction on people's faces was real.
Six people were already in the tent. None of them seemed to be more than one or two years older than Astrid. And none of them was in Durmstrang. The boy who seemed to be the oldest of the group was talking. Astrid was at the threshold of the tent, waiting for the best moment to enter.
— I guess I'm just throwing it out there that we could be the tent that pranks the others...
— Of course we're going to be the tent that pranks the other tents. Otherwise we'll get bored and it won't be fun. I'm Astrid Olsen, by the way. From Durmstrang.
With a smile on her face, Astrid entered the tent with her usual confident step. She really wanted to prank the other tents, as long as it didn't get her into trouble for Quidditch. The last thing Astrid wanted was to be kicked off the Quidditch team before she had played her first match against a school other than Durmstrang.

Interacting: Miles Thatcher @Simon Kincaid Mentioning: Stephen Schwartz AngelFyre McCubbin @EmmaLee LeDames, Jamie Ziegler Gemina Sable @Lillian Ward, @Emma Bennett

Outfit 01/08/2022 10:12

"Hello, Stephen. " EmmaLee said, lightly taking Stephen's hand and shaking it. She had a soft but firm grip. Having grown up in France, his offer of a handshake was not a faux pas as men are allowed to offer their hand shake there. I don't know if 'allowed' is the right word. She didn't see it as any kind of abnormal. Also, she had just spent the last two years living with a boisterous American business man who had a respect for etiquette, but not really a lot of room for it, himself. He was more inclined to treat everyone equally and so everyone got a handshake. "My stepfather was in Thunderbird, when he went to school and I was going to be at Ilvermorny until we moved, but... well we moved." She said with a small giggle.

Then, EmmaLee nodded at Lillian. "Yes, it seems so. I'm very happy that at least some of us picked the same tent. I was hoping to make a few friends before we started school. It makes the whole heading-to-a-giant-castle-you-know-nothing-about thing a lot less intimidating." She said happily. She really was just bursting with excitement and she couldn't really seem to push it down to have a more calm conversation. She rocked back and forth on her toes to let out some of the nervous energy, then turned as Stephen asked a question of them all. She giggled again at Stephen's pirate-y talk.

"I am definitely looking forward to camp. School can be looked forward to later." She said, bouncing on her toes in excitement again. She turned to Lillian.
"I was just thinking that I should probably try out the sports." She said, holding up her thin, pale arm in a flexing pose. "I had the hardest time lugging my trunk over the grass here, even though it has wheels. I feel like a weakling." She put her arm down and let it hang limply like it, itself was too heavy for her to hold up. Then she turned to Miles as he asked his own question.
"....are we going to be an easygoing relaxed sort of tent or are we going to rough up the waters here at Summer Camp a little?" He had asked.
EmmaLee pondered for a moment, putting the knuckle of her right pointer finger to her mouth and tipping her head to the side a bit in thought. This action made her long hair tip to the side as well and over her shoulder in a wavy, white curtain.
"Well, I would be game for that. It sounds like an adventure." She said with a smile after a moment of thought. This was definitely going to be great and she couldn't wait to start having fun with everyone here. They all seemed so nice and, although Miles did look a bit disappointed with something, everyone seemed just as excited to be here as she was.
She turned to the confident Durmstrang girl who just walked into the tent.
"Hello Astrid. I'm EmmaLee from Hogwarts." She said with a friendly smile and a small wave.

August 1st,2022

Lillian laughed at EmmaLee's comment about Hogwarts. That did sum up her thoughts about the place. Although she had been sulking before, she was now glad that her parents had sent her here. "I don't exactly have that problem. I just don't like sports. All that exercise for no reason," she said in response to EmmaLee's talk about her strength, half-joking.

When the eldest Ilvermorny student so far, who she now knew was Miles, spoke about wreaking a little bit of havoc, she raised her eyebrows in excitement, staying quiet and waiting for someone else to speak first. She didn't have to wait more than half a second, since a girl burst in. Taken off guard, Lillian's gaze immediately snapped to the tent flap, where the girl was agreeing to pull some pranks and introducing herself at Astrid. Shaking her head at her own jumpiness, she wondered what the others might think. EmmaLee, too, was agreeing.

It wasn't that Lillian was reluctant to pull pranks. She enjoyed them, but she was always a bit worried about being caught. Her first impulse was to agree, knowing it would be fun, but she didn't know if she'd be sneaky enough to pull them off. Oh, what the heck? The worst they could do was send her back home, and she would enjoy that.

"As long as we're not being too daring. I don't want to be caught and get myself in trouble before I've even entered the school," she said cautiously, a bit of her concealed excitement showing in her voice. She knew she was being a bit of a buzzkill right now but she couldn't help it. She was always prepared, always careful, even when it came to having some fun.

@EmmaLee LeDames @Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher @Gemima Sable as Jamie Ziegler @AngelFyre McCubbin as Stephen Schwartz @Emma Bennett @Anastasia Varney as Astrid Olsen

"And I don't want to get in trouble either. Harmless pranks...all in good fun," Miles added quickly. "Can't get myself kicked out of the Hexwizard tournament." Oy, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to his parents and Headmaster Plott and all of Ilvermorny? No, couldn't have that happen.

"Alright, great," he said and opened up a fancy leather bound notebook and began writing out some words quickly with a self-inking quill. "Everyone fill one of these out, please." One of Miles's best traits was organization and planning and it was coming quickly into play as Green Sea got to work.

Name |
Preferred Name/Nickname |
Suggestions for our group name |
Hobbies/Interests |
Some of your favorite things |
What motivates you? |
What are your strengths? |
Random interesting fact about yourself |
Any suggestions on sabotage? |
OOC/ Have discord? Want to be in a group? Add your discord name |

[OOC Note: Please fill out the form and have it in your post, even if just attached to the end and not included in your actual In-Character response.]

Miles gave the list a quick once over and determined it wasn't half bad. He then ripped that page out and began to copy it out additional times until he was able to give each member one. If he knew of the muggle group The Beastie Boys and their song Sabotage, this would be the perfect time to have it playing through his mind but sadly, this pureblood did not know of such greatness.

"Don't fear if you can't think of anything yet. We've got a month but let's make this month worth it. I'm Miles, by the way. Miles Thatcher, from Ilvermorny. Looking forward to conspiring with you all."

As they made their way through the streets of London in their Dacia Sandero, Bubba could see his father craning his neck to look at the buildings as they passed through. "Every time we're here it reminds me of Boston, just the way things are so close together," he said to Bubba as they made the turn off the main road to head towards the stadium, "Ireland is nice, quiet, but not even Dublin holds a candle to this, it's just so full of life."

Bubba nodded, not really listening as they passed a row of shops on one side and a Tesco on the other. He was looking forward to getting to camp but he was also a little sad. He'd only gotten to see his father for a month and it had been great but he wished it had been longer. He'd had a wonderful time at Hogwarts but still loved spending time with his dad, he was also worried about him. He had left for Hogwarts right after his mother had passed away and he was worried about the toll it had taken on him, "Are you sure me going to this is ok dad? I feel like we're barely seen each other."

"Bubba, it's fine," Ben replied, smiling over at him, "I missed you and I wish we could spend a little more time together too but this is where you belong, with kids your own age."

Bubba smiled back over and saw they were getting closer, "Dad can I take over the radio when we pull up?"

Ben looked over at him with a smirk on his face, "Do I even want to know?"

Bubba chuckled as he took his phone out and plugged it into the auxiliary input, "It's okay, I'm just getting into the spirit of things, you'll see."

Ben thought about it for a moment, "Yeah ok let's see how long it takes me to regret this." He said as they turned onto the access road for the stadium, which towered into view over them, "Wow..." his father remarked as he took the massive structure in, "This is like Fenway Park on steroids."

"An excellent metaphor given the steroid era." Bubba shot back with a smirk, Bubba reached over and gave him a playful swat on the arm. As they got closer, Bubba rolled the windows down and turn the radio up, blasting Rhymin' and Stealin by the Beastie Boys as they pulled up.

"Excellent choice," his father said as they drove towards the drop off point, they both sang along boisterously as they pulled up, "My pistol is loaded... I shot Betty Crocker... Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker... Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state... And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate." They finished as they pulled up.

"They're gonna think your crazy," Ben said as they pulled over and got out, opening the trunk to get out Bubba's rucksack, and offering it to him.

"Don't be silly dad, I've been there a year," Bubba replied, taking the rucksack and slinging it over one shoulder, before adding, "They already know I'm crazy."

Ben laughed and gave his son a hug before walking back over to the car, "Have a great summer son, if you need anything all you have to do is call or send me an owl, well whatever, you need me I'm here." He said before getting in and driving away.

Bubba walked through the gate and started surveying the tents, he finally saw Green Sea and walked over to it. He was wearing ruby red trainers, tan cargo shorts, a coral green shirt, and on his rucksack free shoulder stood a stuffed parrot.

He walked into the tent and announced his presence in the only appropriate manner, "AVAST YE SCURVY DOGS!"

@EmmaLee LeDames @Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher @Gemima Sable as Jamie Ziegler @AngelFyre McCubbin as Stephen Schwartz @Emma Bennett @Anastasia Varney as Astrid Olsen @Lillian Ward

Just as Miles finished passing the last of the papers out, another camp-goer entered the tent. Miles scripted out another quickly onto another piece of paper and handed it out to him as he entered, pirate parrot and all. "Fill this out and welcome. I'm Miles Thatcher," he introduced himself.

He then went ahead and finished the remaining ones for any other campers until there were ten total - the maximum number that the tents allowed. He ripped out those as well and placed them on the empty bunks. "I'm from Ilvermorny. Seems we've got a mix in here...Ilvermorny, Hogwarts, and even a Durmstrang."

It was his hope though they could all form some kind of comradere despite their various schools and despite their various ages. That was part of the main goal behind the prospect of a prank war.

Miles then sat down and began to fill out his own form, taking a moment to ponder over a couple of the questions although most of them could be answered quite easily and immediately. He used the same self inking quill he had used to write out the questionaire and leaned against his bunk to do so.

"When we're done with our surveys, place them on that small table there by the entrance," he pointed. It was just a place to set something down if needed upon entering and removing shoes and so forth, a sort of drop-off zone or foyer in a sense to the tent.

Name | Miles Thatcher
Preferred Name/Nickname | Miles
Suggestions for our group name | Legends of the Sea, Green Sea Bandits
Hobbies/Interests | Quidditch, the outdoors, drawing
Some of your favorite things | Nature, plants
What motivates you? | adventure, discovery
What are your strengths? | organization, curiosity, bravery
Random interesting fact about yourself |
Any suggestions on sabotage? | I've been to six of the seven continents of the world
OOC/ Have discord? Want to be in a group? Add your discord name | lemondrop#3396

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Louca was officially lost. He had arrived and gotten signed up but then got turned around in the sea of tents. They really should have maps or guides or…..signs? Louca didn’t know but it was clear that he was not in the right place every time he was unable to enter a tent. Some sort of wizardry that were to keep out those who didn’t belong and he was quite tired of the whole thing. Switching his overly large duffel bag from one hand to the other, he frustratingly huffed, wondering when he would be able to find the proper tent. Hopefully before it got too late. He was starving and had packed some snacks but they were all the way at the bottom of the bag, and not easily accessible.

Deciding that standing still was almost worse than moving aimlessly, he put his duffel bag down for a moment and closed his eyes, twirling several times with his index finger outstretched. Stopping, he opened his eyes, and picked up the duffle bag again, heading in the direction his finger had pointed. Carefully examining the tents surrounding him as he walked, he saw one that said Green Sea, and had a beautiful sea of green shades. Deciding that this then must be the tent, considering he had been registered for Green Sea, he carefully picked his way to the tent, taking a breath before sweeping aside the doorway, and stopping behind someone who seemed to have entered only moments before him.

Looking around, he knew he was in the right spot, if only because he hadn’t been prevented from entering. Stepping from behind the student in front of him, Louca looked around, trying to see who all was there. He recognized the Ilvermorny Champion, both from the quidditch team but also from the announcement as well as the small . But he also spotted his best friend Jamie, and the new friend he had made shortly before the end of the year, Stephen. Waving in general, all trouble forgotten, he enthusiastically said “Hi Jamie! Hi Stephen! Heya Miles! Long time, no see. Hi everyone! Kind of got lost, things are a bit confusing out there, but glad I finally found it. Did I miss anything?”[/b]

Louca moved towards one of the beds, placing his dufflebag on the ground. “What about beds? Has that been decided? Feel free to tell me where I should be.” Louca bounced on his toes, looking around at the different people and trying to figure out who was from what school. He didn’t recognize many but Miles had mentioned that there was a mix so that was understandable. “Oh! I almost forgot, I’m Louca by the way. Second Year Thunderbird. Not sure if we did introductions but that seems important to get out of the way.”

Moving forward, he took the piece of paper that Miles had created, going back to the bed near his dufflebag and filling it out with his tongue stuck out. It took several minutes before Louca felt he had done the form justice, making himself seem the interesting lad he was. He placed the form on the table, returning to the bed and sitting, while tapping his foot as he surveyed the rest of the people in the tent, wondering what they would be like, at least the people he didn’t know.

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Name | Louca Dufort
Preferred Name/Nickname | Luke or Louca
Suggestions for our group name | Conspira-Sea (Seriously I’m not great at naming things, lol)
Hobbies/Interests | Adventure, Climbing, Quidditch, Muggle Magic Tricks
Some of your favorite things | Old deck of child-sized cards, butterbeer, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, Conversation, Broom
What motivates you? | The idea of accomplishing whatever I’m setting out to do
What are your strengths? | Confidence, Athleticism, Quick Wit, Charm
Random interesting fact about yourself | I’ve learned many different muggle card tricks.
Any suggestions on sabotage? | Hot sauce in drinks/food, scary night visit (with masks?)
OOC/ Have discord? Want to be in a group? Add your discord name | I do, my discord name is Alicia#1719

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Stephen was really starting to feel quite hopeful that this was going to be a good group of tent mates. He nodded appreciatively as EmmaLee said she was looking forward to summer camp... her introduction to school of magic would still be there a month from now. Pragmatic indeed.

Then Miles came to life and just sort of rounded them all up and directed their focus. He did not seem unfriendly. He just seemed very closed off in a way, as if he would go so far with someone and absolutely no farther in getting to know someone or allowing them to get to know him. There was a reason the young boy was chosen as Ilvermorny's champion, but Stephen, a very driven young man himself, hoped the upperclassman would loosen up and have some fun this summer. Not just pranking on other camp members fun, but making friends kind of fun. That was his own plan anyway, but to each their own.

As the question was asked, Stephen was immediately down for pranks galore. He had never really been in a situation where pranking was possible, so nothing came to mind immediately, but he knew he could come up with something. Most of the initial thoughts he had were stymied by the fact that no camper could get into any other campers' tents due to enchantments. That meant everything would have to be done in "the wild" such as the middle of a professional Quidditch Stadium could offer.

He took the sheet as Miles handed it to him and went over to his bunk to fill it out. He smiled at the Durmstrang girl, Astrid as she walked by to lay claim to a bunk. And then a punny fellow, a secret pleasure of Stephen's, arrived by the name of Bubba, and Stephen had to laugh to himself. Now that was a name right there.

"Ahoy, yeself, ye scurvy sea dog," he rattled off in Bubba's direction as the boy entered the tent. "Welcome aboard, matey, but I be warnin' ye now.... if that parrot be squawkin' in the middle o' the night, someone will be enjoyin' parrot stew tomorrow mornin', and it won't be ye parrot doin' the enjoyin', if ye get my sand drift. Arrggghh!"

And just as he finished greeting Bubba, Stephen was delighted to see Louca enter. Now he knew for sure this was going to be the best tent in camp. He waved at his friend and chuckled as he and Jamie greeted each other. While everyone was busy, Stephen quickly filled out Miles' homework and then stowed away his things, neatly.

Name | Stephen Schwartz
Preferred NicknamName| Call me Stephen
Suggestions for our group name | Seas the Day, The Sand Witches & The Beach Buoys
Hobbies\Interests| Space (obsessed with it actually)/ Astronauts /broom racing/basketball
Some of your favorite things | academics, mathematics, athletics, space program
What motivates you? | knowledge, reaching my ultimate goals, the unknown, adventure, puzzles
What are your strengths? | curious, relentless, very logical, physically fit, detail oriented, brave
Random interesting fact about yourself | A neat freak extraordinaire and I want to be the first wizard in space with ultimate goal of apparating to Mars.
Any suggestions on sabotage? |We cannot hit anyone in their tents because of the tent enchantments, so I think a reconnaissance mission is in order to get a lay of the land stadium first. We could make the chicken legs dance as folks reach for them at the BBQ this evening. Not inspired, but it is something.
OOC/ Have discord? Want to be in a group? Add your discord name | Sadly, I cannot...... and I HATE that I cannot.

@EmmaLee LeDames @Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher @Gemima Sable as Jamie Ziegler @Emma Bennett @Anastasia Varney as Astrid Olsen @Lillian Ward @Emma Wynn as Louca Dufort @Bubba McGarry