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[center]Calypso went to sleep soon after Dakota did. She was awake for the whole book shenanigans, but didn’t quite [i]care[/i] enough to stay up and see what had happened. The day had been long and stressful and wonderful, but now it was nearing the darkest parts of the night. Crickets chirped nearby, and a brilliant blanket of stars floated over them. Sleep whispered for her, the bone-deep desire for rest pulling her to the earth. Her dark eyes fluttered closed and, once the noise had ceased, she zipped up the sleeping bag with the last of her energy and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.[/center]

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[center][sub]8:00 AM
June 21st
Campsite[/sub][/center]

[center]If Calypso was anything, it was not a morning person. She had never adored the early hours of the day. So, when the first light of dawn streaming through the maple trees had woken her earlier that morning, she had groaned, pulled the sleeping bag over her eyes, and drifted back into dreamland. She was sure that [i]other[/i] people had gotten up then- Charlie, briefly, came to mind. He seemed like the type to greet the morning with a cheerful smile and a hearty, British laugh rather than a sour face and a request for coffee. But Calypso couldn’t be bothered. So, when she was shaken awake, she reacted less than positively.

[color=Plum]“Calypso, darling, it’s time to wake up,”[/color] a voice, which she identified as Sister Lark’s, said. Lark shook her shoulder gently, and Calypso opened her eyes to see the older woman’s face up close, blue eyes staring into hers.

[color=#e9dd25] “Oh, fuck off,”[/color] Calypso muttered, glaring, and sat up reluctantly. She had to listen to Lark, after all. The sleeping bag dropped to waist level, and Calypso squirmed out of it as Lark went around, waking up all the other still sleeping witches. It seemed that some had already woken up and gone… wherever they had gone. Calypso, now out of the sleeping bag and standing, yawned and ran a hand through her curly, cloudy hair. She frowned… and pulled out a twig out of her hair. Her face soured even further. This was why she hated camping. Stupid twigs and stupid leaves… she couldn’t wait until they went back inside.

Which seemed to be what was happening now. One by one, Lark was waking up the witches who were still asleep, much in the same way she had woken up Calypso. Calypso’s eyes followed her across the clearing until she finished and everybody had their eyes open and was awake in some form or another. Her own eyes hung heavy, her mind fuzzy with the aftershock of sleep. [color=#e9dd25][i]God, I need coffee…[/i][/color]

Once everyone was awake, Lark stood in front of the group. She wasn’t wearing the ceremonial robe like the night before. Instead, she looked much more casual. She wore a long-sleeved white and blue [url=https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/GTMAAOSw-sNccuKt/s-l300.jpg]blouse[/url] and a pair of cuffed mom jeans. Her wavy brown hair was tied into a messy bun low on her head, and she wore comfy-looking red sneakers. Calypso thought, however briefly, that Lark looked a bit like a mom. She supposed that the comparison made sense. Elders were forbidden to have children, but they cared for and raised witchlings who didn’t have parents to raise them. [color=Plum]“Good morning! I hope you guys all slept well.”[/color] Lark grinned at the assorted teens, completely unaware of the shitshow that had gone down last night. [color=Plum]“Some of you guys already drifted back to the house, but I just came to get the rest of you. We’re gonna show you who you’re rooming with for the summer. We’re also going to have pancakes! Everybody likes pancakes, right?”[/color]

Lark walked out of the clearing in the direction of the house, talking over her shoulder to the group. [color=Plum]“I printed out a list and pinned it to the board this morning, you’ll see it when you come in You’re all in groups of three, and you’re staying on the third floor of the house. Sorry, you’ll have to walk up the stairs. We had to kick some of the kids out of their rooms for the summer.”[/color] Lark laughed at this, and kept walking. They were near the house, now, and the smell of something cooking wafted from a slightly ajar window. When they got there, she jumped up onto the porch, opened the door, and beckoned everyone in.

They came into the foyer. The floor was a light lacquered wood, and the walls were painted a light baby blue. There was a coat rack to the right, filled with a surprisingly mundane array of things. Children and adult’s jackets, hats, and even a few backpacks hung on the rack. To the left, there was a bulletin board. Calypso had seen the bulletin board before, because she had been here before. It usually had some sort of coven news on it, reminders for the kids who lived here, etcetera. But today it had something extra special on it. The list of roommates. She craned forward with everybody else to catch a glimpse.

[i][b]Room 1[/b]
Maggie, Calypso, Alayna

[b]Room 2[/b]
Cassandra, Kate, Hana

[b]Room 3[/b]
Summer, Isolde, Rowan

[b]Room 4[/b]
Dakota, Iris, Rebecca

[b]Room 5[/b]
Charlie, Jean-Luc, Jeremy

[b]Room 6[/b]
Uaithne, Arken[/i]

[color=#e9dd25][i]Oh.[/i][/color] Calypso tried to mask her disappointment, but cast a look over to Dakota. She had kind of been hoping that she’d get to room with her friend, but, well… the chances had been low anyways. And Maggie was nice! And Alayna… the other girl had always honestly kind of skeeved her out. Maybe she was nice, though? Still, Calypso waved at Maggie and Alayna, giving the both of them a wide smile and a big thumbs-up. She would’ve hugged the both of them, but they were already moving into the kitchen.

They were met with a scene of chaos. In a small, crowded kitchen, there were a lot of people crowded, making themselves plates and chatting amongst themselves. As soon as they saw the initiates making their way in, everybody kind of squished further towards the stairs near the back of the room. Nobody seemed to be cooking- rather, a spatula was flipping pancakes by itself, putting them onto a paper plate. 

[color=Plum] “Oof, it’s crowded in here. That’s why I volunteered to go get you guys!”[/color] Lark grinned. [color=Plum] “You don’t have to eat in here or anything. Go up to your rooms and set up, or go outside and eat some and chat. Today’s for setting up. Tomorrow we have something for you to do.”[/color]

Calypso squeezed into the hullabaloo towards the food, grabbing herself three pancakes, a fork, and some maple syrup and heading out of the kitchen. She didn’t care [i]where[/i]- she mostly cared about who. She didn’t particularly want to go upstairs yet, either. So, she waited by a window for somebody to find and talk to her. [/center]