CAMP ALPHA: for everyone who wanted a crossover between summercamp and Ghost Adventures

[indigo_league]

Who: Everyone who came to Camp Alph
Where: The Ruins of Alph
When: July 18th-21st
Summary: This is a log for all the camping shenanigans your heart desires! For part 2 of the event, there will be a second log to keep the ensuing seance situation separate from the all-purpose ruin-exploration adventures. Participation in part 2 will be entirely voluntary, so feel free to tag on part 1 as long as you like! For more information about this event, check out the info post over here!
Rating: PG-13
Log:


Been to the Ruins of Alph before? Are you an old hat at this stuff? Well turn everything you thought you knew UPSIDE DOWN because EVERYTHING. IS DIFFERENT NOW.

… Or at least, that’s what the flyers being passed out under a canopy of cheap Celebi balloons that are bobbing around in the breeze say.

One thing’s for sure, there sure are a lot more tents than normal. By the time most of you casuals get there, the entire picnicking area, usually quite spacious, has been turned into a small tent city. And the excited atmosphere is palpable.

The crackle of the Ruin Rangers’ walkie-talkies mingles with that of the ghost-hunting equipment toted around by excited Hex Maniacs, burbling Unown are drifting here and there to blink curiously at all the new people and Pokemon suddenly on their turf, and chatter from Legend Seekers of all ages (really, of ALL ages-- everyone from Youngsters to Veterans have apparently been swept up in the Seeker-mania!) rings out as stories and speculations are swapped.

There’s lots to do, plenty to explore, and (according to word on the grapevine), more than enough spooky rituals to perform once the night falls.

Will you solve some tile puzzles and fall into an underground chamber? Stick to the main group and make s’mores? Befriend a floating letter (or twenty-four)? Go directly against the advice of the tired-looking Rangers and play One Man Hide-and-Seek in the dark?

Or, most importantly, will you start a small-scale riot in order to keep the loud static boxes away from the tents where you’re trying to sleep?

Comments

[agent3]

But it's annoyin'!

[The box goes static-silent, as if taken aback by her bluntness, until...

ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS-

Wow, that's so mature of you, ghosts. Thida groans, her face scrunching up.]

Can't just break it...what if it's 'spensive...

[Also you don't just chuck things that don't belong to you at stone walls until they shatter. Where are the batteries on this thing?]

[neverstudied]

[Venkman flinches slightly as the machine starts to go off on its tangent, then tilts his head, bemused, as he listens to the message.]

Damn. Maybe this thing does pick up real ghosts. [He's known plenty with this exact sense of humor.] Do you know who owns this thing, or was it just... lying here out in the open?

[Maybe it belongs to the real ghosts.]

[agent3]

Just found it sittin' here...

[It is entirely likely a Legend Seeker set it up, got excited, then got distracted and left it and forgot they set it up. Frowning, Thida picks it up and turns it over, looking for a little hatch that she can just-

Oh. Nope, you need a screwdriver to open up the battery hatch. Who's bright idea was that???]

Urgh...

[neverstudied]

Is there no power button on that thing?

[Wait- a screwdriver! Venkman brightens and holds his arm out, jostling the sleeping Klefki on his wrist and waking it up in the process. He gently tugs it off his wrist, and the Klefki jingles irritably, the keys- and more importantly, mini- tools- on its band clinking together as it attempts to curse its trainer out.]

Yeah, yeah- just go open that box up for us, alright?

[More irate jingling. But Plunderbird isn't a fan of the shrieking ghost box, either, and eventually hovers down to inspect it closer.]

[agent3]

[Hm? Oh, it's - it's keys. Okay. Thida holds out the offending box towards the Klefki, a bit curious as to what it can do.]

Maybe? Better off jus' takin' out th'batteries, though...

[neverstudied]

[The Klefki floats a little closer, holding out the mini screwdriver attached to its keyring. Plunderbird begins the task of unscrewing the panel.]

Fair. If there were actual ghosts around here, they could just switch the thing back on.

[The final screw is out, and Plunderbird tugs the panel off with a look of pride. He did it! Now never ask him for anything ever again. The Klefki scoops up all the screws and floats away with them. Lord knows what it plans to do with them all.]

[agent3]

[He is very welcome to keep them! Thida won't break someone else's stuff, but a Pokemon can take parts from it, that's fine. The machine abruptly silences when she scoops out the batteries, pocketing them for chucking in an appropriate receptacle later.]

Guess so. Never met a real ghost...

[neverstudied]

Thank God...

[Venkman sighs with clear relief as the machine shuts up. Plunderbird slips back onto his wrist with a final jingle. He's going back to sleep now. Goodnight.]

Does your dimension just not have spirits, or were you just lucky enough to not have to deal with 'em firsthand?

[agent3]

Dunno. There's prob'ly ghosts? Just never saw one.

[neverstudied]

That's fair. New York's full of 'em nowadays, but most people never saw one until the 80s. Even if your dimension's got ghosts, they could just be dormant for now in most places.

[Time for squid kids to have invasions by ancient Sumerian gods, I guess]

[agent3]

[I mean that's probably Splatoon 3]

So they're just sleepin'? Guess ghosts need naps, too...

[neverstudied]

Not necessarily asleep, but at least not able to manifest or screw with people. Though I have known some ghosts that take naps. [He grimaces.] Usually on my pillow...

[Fucking Slimer.]

[agent3]

Oh, no...do ghosts drool when they're sleepin'?

[I mean Slimer probably does.]

[neverstudied]

Probably depends on the ghost, but Slimer definitely drools. And oozes green slime all over everything I own.

Disgusting little blob.

[agent3]

Izzat a type of ghost?

[Teach her in the ways of Slimer]

[neverstudied]

Slimer's his own, horrible little abomination that Ray made us keep as a pet. If he was human at some point, he's not anymore- no memory of being human, no connection to it- which is more common than you'd think. Lotta ghosts lose any sense of humanity they used to have. And some ghosts were never human in the first place.

Anyway. He's just an awful little spud who eats everything in sight and makes our lives worse.

[agent3]

Ooh. Thought ghosts always came from people. Not potatoes.

[Get it. Spud. Potato.]