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?

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[neverstudied]

[Dr. Peter Venkman was, quite literally, born and raised with the carnival. He worked as a barker as a child, then a teenager; he's known fortune tellers since he was a baby, some shams and some secretly legitimate.

The point is, he knows his shit. But what he doesn't know is whether or not a Pokemon might be able to tell an accurate fortune, and that on top of the overwhelming sense of nostalgia draws him nearer. The Honchkrow on his shoulder croaks softly, peering at the Mandibuzz as she throws her bones. Kildarby is a bit of a witch in her own right- at least so far as a bird Pokemon can be considered a witch-, though she has no experience with fortune telling, and her knowledge with regards to divining from bones is limited. She's almost more curious about this than Venkman is.

... Also, unfortunately for the Poochyena, Venkman is very aware of how carny folk tend to operate. There's a Mimikyu- Kirby- at his feet, patrolling around him and hissing at anyone and anything that gets too close. If they chose him as a mark, they're gonna want to distract her first.]

[exeggutorhead]

[Venkman and Kildarby are in luck! As they arrive, Fortuna is finishing up with the most recent volunteer, spreading her wings in a semblance of a bow to show that she's given him his answer--even if he's looking pretty confused like he doesn't quite know what his answer had been. Barker gives the man an enthusiastic, congratulatory little roar--what a good volunteer, thanks for participating!-- and gestures him to step aside, but the Incineroar is already glancing over the crowd for the next person to call over.

And a low croak from Fortuna tells him without really having to tell him that she'd appreciate someone who could understand her fortunes this time.

[And the very interested man and his Honchkrow seem like they'd fit the bill. Barker makes a show of looking everyone else over anyway, tapping his chin thoughtfully, before gesturing grandly in Venkman's direction. Come on down!

The three Poochyena, meanwhile, have definitely spotted that Mimikyu. A challenge...but one they'll have to huddle and plan for.]

[neverstudied]

[Venkman steps forward without a second thought, nodding to Fortuna as he approaches.]

Been a while since I've seen bone divination in action. Looks like you know your way around it- probably better than I do.

[His grasp on manners may be tenuous at the best of times, but Venkman at least knows to be polite to anyone who's about to tell a fortune- at least as long as there's still a chance they can influence the outcome.

Kildarby puffs up on his shoulder and leans forward, eyeing the bones with obvious excitement. Kirby skitters after the two and comes to a stop at Venkman's heels. Unlike the Honchkrow, she's not all that interested in what's going on here- all she knows is that her trainer told her to keep her eyes peeled, and by God, she's doing just that.]

[exeggutorhead]

[The politeness certainly seems to have been the way to go, because as Fortuna tilts her head to peer shrewdly at him with one eye and then the other, there's something approving about her gaze, and her feathers puff slightly. It's always good to be appreciated.]

[The excitement and curiosity of Kildarby doesn't escape her notice either, but for now she's mostly focused on Venkman. When she's done looking him over, she dips her head in acknowledgement, spreading her wings out to the sides. What he'll hear is a clearly questioning maaan-di? Di-buzz.. But Kildarby, at least, will understand the words.]

And your question? The bones must hear it.

[Meanwhile, the pups have decided on the plan. Just one of them, Fiddle, trots back into the crowd, sniffing around as though he'd only just gotten there, trying to get within Kirby's line of sight. And if he can manage to get Kirby's attention, do a little play bow in his direction, woofing--softly. Not even the triplets are about to interrupt Fortuna for real.]

[neverstudied]

[Venkman may not be able to hear Fortuna's words, but he gets the gist. But, just in case he doesn't, Kildarby warbles quietly. After some deliberation, she manages to squawk out one syllable-]

"Ask."

[Much like a true crow, she can mimic speech to a certain, limited degree. Venkman nods.]

... How about you ask?

[A soft, somewhat surprised croak.]

I dunno, I never know what to say for these things. [He does, but he never knows how to say it.] And you're interested. Go on.

[Another croak. Curious. Appreciative. She eyes the bones far more intently. Kildarby has a few questions in mind. She has a lot of priorities in life. She's a strong bird, and she knows it- but she could always ask how to become stronger. How to be a better witch, how to divine from the bones, like Fortuna...

The question she settles on is none of these things.

"Is it ever possible for a trainer from another dimension to die here?"

That's right. Fuck everything else. This bird still wants to know if she can murder Egon Spengler in cold blood. Almost none of Venkman's Pokemon can be normal.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Kirby absolutely spots the Poochyena out of the corner of her eye. Her first reaction is to hiss threateningly, like a territorial cat. After a moment, her metaphorical hackles go down, and her false head lolls as she peers curiously- cautiously- at Fiddle. She doesn't approach, but she is watching him.]