[center][color=teal][h1]Lyric Tidepool[/h1][/color]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Streets to Vigilante Village
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Nobody[/center]
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Lyric sat upon a small hill with a tree planted in its center, leaning against the trunk for a feeling of clarity. She clutched a small slip of paper in her hands, concealing the address of a strange place which she was meant to go to. Supposedly, there were people there who could help her. Glancing around, mostly at the sky or ground, she reviewed these facts in her mind. She remembered the man from the street's words. [b]"Today would be a good day to go, if you want to start out right and with all the other campers."[/b] Sighing for lack of better things to attempt, she stood up and started to set out. Fortunately, this place wasn't far.

She made good effort to watch all the other people heading in the same direction, trying to notice oddities. Some who were travelling had more prominent supernatural ability than others, at first glance. More disfigurements or mutant tendency. She hadn't packed anything, only carrying a small, ornate wood carving and some paper other than her slip, with of course pencils. They were only sentimental or to keep her busy.

Finally, she was approaching the sign. It seemed architecturally sound, yet vaguely historic. 'The Vigilante Village.' 'Est. 1986.' It seemed only a few campers had yet arrived. She was still plodding along, the 4-mile journey not much to her, though walking for so long made her tired of the walking itself. Lyric wondered why it was called the Vigilante Village. Named after those who keep watch, taking justice into their own hands. Seemed fitting, all wonder aside. 

Trudging into what seemed to be a main camp area, she was a bit surprised to see that she was alone save for a boy speaking to a girl on her trunk. Unsure of what to do now that she was here, she supposed she would wait around for a bit and see what turned up. She found a good place to sit down, just up in a tree away from the two campers, and considered the place. There appeared to be cabins away from the outside lobby area, supposedly for multiple campers. Lyric was not considerably pleased by this discovery, but looked over the other two people who'd arrived.

She was sure at least one of the campers would be a tolerable housemate, if not these two. Her fingers involuntarily ran across the designs on the small wooden statue. They were worn, familiar. Always a good starting point for rationalizing herself. As long as the glyphs on this statue were the same always, everything was still real. She got out some of the paper and began to fold paper cranes out of habit. She filled the tree with them, a routine she could repeat when she was bored or nervous.

Finally, she decided to just watch over the commotion inevitably ready to occur below her. She'd been spending time making each crane in a symmetrical pattern with the rest, but realized the beauty found within the lack of symmetry and grudgingly left it be. Therefore, she had time to kill. [color=00746b][i]Nothing better to do when I'm not sure how to progress, is there?[/i][/color]