Berry juice staining your fingers. Scratching at a bug bite. Clothes that smell of a bonfire. Saltwater sticking in your hair. Scurrying up to the lighthouse with your friends and a bottle of wine. Watching the sunset on the dock.
Welcome back to Camp Laurel.
WHERE? Camp Laurel, a fictional summer camp in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. Oh and this is a dash event
WHEN? Wednesday July 1st at 5 PM EST to Tuesday, July 7th at 2 PM EST
DETAILS BELOW
Last year, when Yates Junior Darren McLeod decided to rent out an entire summer camp on the coast of Maine, everyone was excited for a unique experience. They had assumed it was a one time thing, the boy whose family could buy the entirety of New England buying out the grounds for students to run wild for a summer week. And they did make it an unforgettable week. It was less Walden Pond and more Wet Hot American Summer.
The Yates students singlehandedly cleared out the only liquor store by Camp Laurel. Clothes laid strewn along the sandy beaches all week as students skinny dipped, much to the chagrin of the camp’s neighbors. Rumor says twenty students participated in an orgy in Cabin Hydra, and everyone claims they were part of it.
It seemed like the kind of week you couldn’t recreate, a perfect encapsulation of all the societies that was bound to live on like a legend. But then Darren popped molly with his friends by the campfire, and after a bottle of champagne he quickly called the owners. The next day he woke up with no memory of permanently purchasing the camp in his family’s name and forty missed calls from his parents after realizing a couple hundred thousand had been drained from their bank account.
While the camp still operates as a retreat for youth most of the summer, for one week in July the place is cleared out, and Darren’s determined to make the events of last summer happen again. So pack your bathing suits, your bug spray and lots of ibuprofen for your inevitable hangover. It’s time to go to camp again.
This year, the students of Yates have been divided up into two teams. Team Nebula and Team Supernova. You will be sharing cabins with your teammates, as well as participating in Camp Wars together. IC, the winners will be determined by a series of games, including beach volleyball, three legged race, canoe race, and a sandcastle contest among others. However, we the admins will determine the winners by how many tasks are created from the list below. The team with the most points at the end of the week will be crowned the winners. Winning has little reward except for bragging rights among your fellow society members and a secret reward that I will not reveal yet. Each of the following activities is worth A POINT EACH. We’ve created a tag, #YATESPOINTS, for you to post these. Good luck!
Posting an outfit edit/moodboard/aesthetic
Posting an event playlist
Making an Instagram post
Making a Snapchat post
Posting an event Tweet
Making a manip for the event
You can find your teammates and cabin mates below: Team Nebula
the sun had just began to set over camp laurel, bathing everything under its touch in a soft gold. around camp this meant that the liquor would just be beginning to really flow. sure, many drank throughout the day, but evening into nighttime tended to kick things up a notch. more people came back from their canoe rides, paddle boarding, and hikes to reconvene around the cabins, grassy patches, or beach. or, if you were ellie, between all three at the end of the pier. she’d been there for perhaps fifteen minutes, having carried out a comical amount of supplies on the trek over—cups, a few bottles, and even a smaller fold-out table. all in the name of—”pier pong,” she announced, hands motioning out in front of her once everything had been set up. “you know, because it’s on the pier. i didn’t even put beer in the cups, it’s actually vodka lemonade. so.” a shrug lifted her shoulders as a laugh left her lips. truth be told, she’d already had a few drinks, the fact evident in the way joy practically dripped from her words. ellie took a few steps around to one side of the table, taking a ping pong ball into her grasp. “before we start,” she paused, looking across the way at carson, “are we thinking there should be a wager? what are your terms, car?” @cvrsxn