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michael 'duckie' mallard. they/he. thirty.
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where?: outside the counsellor's cabins! who? : anyone!
duckie had no idea what to do. this was far beyond anything they'd read in any kind of field guide or library book. frogs could have strange, unpredictable behaviors at times - sure! but they didn't do this.
they didn't mass migrate or swarm or...whatever the hell had just happened. he had been sitting out by the lake when it started. a few frogs popping their eyes above the water at first. nothing too strange. the air around camp had been weird lately, maybe the frogs had just noticed the change. but soon there had been croaks and ribbits all around as more frogs made their way out of the water.
more frogs than duckie had never seen at one time at the camp. more frogs than duckie had seen period.
they'd tried to snap a few photos at first, but they'd decided that running was probably the best option - the frogs had seemed pretty determined to head up to the campgrounds. duckie had been useless to stop them, all they'd been able to do was warn. stay inside, watch your feet, please don't step on any frogs.
it would've seemed like a dream - thousands of frogs all in one place. but it had felt less like a fun wish-fulfillment and more like a biblical plague.
and then they were gone. it had been a shock to the system almost, being plunged from intense overstimulation and panic into nothingness. just gross, soggy ground as the only sign anything had happened.
that had been roughly an hour ago now, and duckie was still frozen in their spot all but scratching their head and trying to make sense of things.
"well," they said flatly, hands clenching and unclenching, “i never thought i'd see the day where i say i've seen too many frogs.” they turned to their fellow counsellor with a shake of his head. “there's gotta be somethin' up with the water. right? all the frogs are weird. all of ‘em.” they weren’t sure what else could possibly be the cause. duckie hadn't noticed any issues when people swam in the water, or even anything abnormal in the most recent round of sea monkeys he'd hatched using the camp's water. just the frogs. “like they're either huge or they fucking glow or they sound wrong, and now there are, like, too many of them.” he scrubbed a hand over his face. “i don't remember them being so weird when i was a kid.”
the inherent oddness of whatever duckie was up to was enough to strike her speechless. an impressive speech, because listening to herself talk is one of cierra's greatest strengths — and yet watching duckie call out whatever strikes their fancy into the mouth of a cave elicits nothing but a wide-eyed stare and lips parted in shock. her gaze shifts between duckie's form to the cave and back again, half-expecting some hulking frog-being to come crawling out and greet duckie as its master. somehow, the fantasy made more sense than simply yelling to yell. “ is that… something you do often? ” enough strength to the mind is regained for the words to stumble out. “ just… yell into caves for fun? ”
duckie let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of their neck idly. “uh, sometimes i guess,” duckie said with a shrug. they tended to air more on the quieter side, mainly because they'd seen back in high school that people weren't really interested in what duckie had to say. “i used to do it when i was a camper.” they had their fair share of memories of sneaking out of their cabin when they just couldn't get their brain to shut up. duckie felt a little out of place, being the one to stun cierra of all people in silence - what a turn in events. “sometimes i just get, like, words or phrases or stuff stuck in my head, and it's nice to just-” duckie waved a hand around, searching for the right word, “yell, i guess.”
open starter / gen & anyone location: outside cabin two, just before dusk, staff week.
"go the fuck away for five minutes," gen says, voice strong despite her head not moving an inch. her hand continues to furiously scribble away in the notebook, even when the shadow before her makes no move to leave her to her evening task (though really, she's just biding time until darkness falls and she can light up).
finishing her fragmented sentence, she smacks the pencil against the paper and eyes her company. hot air pushes through her nostrils quickly. "welcome week," she explains with a quick wave of the notebook, taking her feet down from the chair across from her.
"shit for the kids."
duckie froze mid-step, one foot hovering above the ground. they had just been going for a walk, going in aimless circles around the camp grounds with his headphones over his ears. he hadn't actually been listening to anything - they had forgotten to put a CD in their portable CD player - but it was still nice to listen to the sounds of nature and the like. albeit a little muffled by the headphones.
they had been pacing the perimeter of the cabins when they noticed gen. the plan was to just to just smile, because that was the friendly thing to do, and keep walking. but apparently that wasn't how this was going to play out.
duckie lowered their foot to the dirt as lightly as he could, as if it would make any kind of overtly distracting noise if they did it wrong. "yeah. it's soon," they replied with a nod. he kind of hoped everyone knew about that. it was no secret that duckie wasn't exactly a master of small talk, so for a moment he wasn't really sure what else to say. "lotta stuff for everyone to do this week. i've been thinking of showing the kids how to identify poisonous frogs." he blinked, nudging a rock with his foot. "although, i guess that means i'd have to get 'em really up and close to a bunch of poisonous frogs..."
Wren didn't look even a little bit sorry about scaring off the frog. If anything, she glanced at the water like maybe it had been for the best. A small mercy for the frog to make its getaway before it ended up immortalized on Duckie's cabin wall like some weird shrine to swamp life.
"Oh my god!" She sputtered out, dragging out the syllables of each word. Her nose wrinkled. "I didn't say you had sex with a frog. That's not even-," she stopped herself in the middle of her sentence, visibly abandoning whatever horrific mental image was forming. "You know what? Forget it. Whatever mental gymnastics you just did to get there, that's on you, buddy. Not me."
Her eyes flickered between the murky water and Duckie's defensive posture. They weren't making eye contact, which Wren noticed, but she didn't point out. Mostly because she couldn't decide if she wanted to use it against them later.
"Besides..." she trailed off, a glinting look in her eyes. "You're the one making this about you. I was talking big picture. Like, humans. Connection. Something besides, you know," she swung an arm lazily toward the water again, her arms making a motion like she was reeling something in, and then she let go as if she had released something, "playing catch and release with Kermit."
She could have left it at that, but Wren liked to linger, make herself known to whoever would listen to her shit. So now, she seemed content to hover, folding her arms over her chest like she was settling in for the entertainment. "Bet your little frog friend's already off warning the others about the weirdo with the camera. Hope you've got a Plan B. Or," she made a vague circling gesture with her hand, "you could take the hint and try interacting with something that doesn't have cold blood and a jump radius."
Like you, Wren? Come on, we all know you're a cold blooded freak!
duckie bit into the inside of his cheek, body tense as it usually was when attempting to engage in conversation with others. “well, i mean i just –,” they cut themself off with a shake of their head. they wanted to say ‘well, it wouldn’t be the first time someone's said stuff like that', but the words didn't find their way to his mouth. instead they just shrugged pathetically and kicked at a rock by their foot. “sorry.” they weren't sorry, there wasn't really anything to be sorry for, and they knew that in theory. but they'd learned that it was a lot easier to just assume it was duckie who had made whatever social faux pas, apologize, and try to move on as quickly as possible.
“the big picture?,” duckie echoed, brow slightly furrowed as they looked up to meet wren's face - but not her eyes - for a moment. they certainly liked the concept of connection and other people as a part of a bigger picture, but it was typically a fruitless affair. their gaze tracked the movement of wren's arm out over the water. “i guess i just, i dunno, i don't really know what other people want from me in order to…,” he looked down at his hands, shook his left one in order to remove the pond scum left on it, and then linked his fingers together, “do the connecting. if that makes sense.” they liked talking about frogs or looking for frogs or watching the simpsons or talking about the simpsons. and it seemed like most people wanted something else, but they had yet to understand exactly what that something was.
“oh, no, frogs don't communicate with any real language,” they said, more than happy to correct wren's misinformation because surely that's what it was, “it's mainly limited to mating calls, establishing territories to other frogs and vocalizing distress around predators. so that frog probably has nothing to say about me. if anything, it'd probably warn the others about you, because you made an unfamiliar & threatening noise.” duckie was then suddenly hit with the realization that what he had just said was probably the wrong thing to say. wren didn't seem the type to care about any of that. damnit. “but, uh, yeah…i mean, i'm interacting with you right now. so that's…better than nothing?”

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My default setting is assuming people don’t want to talk to me
XXII. which dare would you absolutely refuse at camp?
“i'm not doing any kinda spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven stuff,” duckie said with a level of adamancy he rarely used. it wasn't that duckie disliked the concept of kissing in general - not that they had much experience with it - but even just the concept of having to kiss one of the girls at camp made them scrunch up their nose in discomfort. they'd tried kissing girls before, and it really was not for them. besides, he wasn't sure any of them would exactly be jumping to kiss him either. and then when it came to the guys at camp; “being put on the spot like that kinda makes me freeze up,” he explained, “so even if i was like ‘oh, sure', it'd be like kissing a statue or s'mthing.” duckie cocked their head in thought for a moment, cracking their knuckles in the idle fashion they always did. “i'm more than happy to, like, do most dares. i think they can be fun but, yeah, i don't really get the whole ‘randomly make-out with someone' type of stuff.” maybe it was due to lack of experience. they liked kissing guys, sure. they had gotten a little frisky with some people he'd met through work, but that was kind of it. they'd gone to catholic school, it wasn't exactly prime time for experimenting. and now in adulthood, he very rarely went out to socialize. “i feel like that makes me sound like a major loser. i dunno. it's just…not something i get, i s'pose.”
where?: the pathway leading to the cabins who? : duckie & ramón aka @straylegacy
duckie's legs hurt in a major way. it was his own fault. what kind of person got to thirty years old and still couldn't ride a bike? of course, they'd brought their roller blades with him to try and combat that. but, in true duckie fashion, they'd knocked a wheel loose while rolling over the root of a tree that they hadn't seen. so now they were just walking the perimeter of the camp, in socked feet, holding a pair of roller blades. duckie knew that they shouldn't complain - they only had themself to blame, and they did love their walks around the camp grounds with their well-loved walkman. but not even ‘here comes your man’ by the pixies playing on a loop could make this less miserable looking. as the cabins came into view, so did ramón. duckie couldn't help but think that ramón and all the other people in cabin two got pretty lucky with the fact their power reliably worked. duckie spent a lot of time trying to read his reptiles & amphibians of north carolina field guide in the dark or by the flickering yellow glow of his flashlight. “you wouldn't happen to have something that could tighten an axle nut, would you?,” duckie asked, taking a careful & deliberate step over a shallow puddle, “like a wrench or something?”
where?: by the entrance of the cave! who? : duckie & cierra aka @boredums
“d'oh!” duckie called out, hands cupped around their mouth. they them paused and listened in for the echo. hello! hello! hello! he rocked back on his heels a few times. cool. duckie was self aware to a degree, he knew that he was easily amused - and they found a lot of amusement from shouting dumb stuff into the mouth of the grotto. they also found a lot of amusement in the simpsons. luckily they seemed to go well together. they took a deep breath and brought their hands to the side of their face once more. “ay, caramba!” as the phrase echoed out, duckie turned to grab a drink from his water bottle but froze. there was another person here. “cierra. hi,” they greeted with an awkward nod of his head. duckie liked cierra well enough. she was nice, cool, kind of a lot. not that duckie thought that was nessacary a bad thing. quite the opposite. “sorry about the, uh…i was just – " duckie opened their mouth, closed it, opened it again. there wasn't really any point in lying.. “– yelling shit into a cave.”
( XIX. ) what’s the creepiest camp rumor you’ve heard so far — and do you believe it?
"oh." duckie crackled his knuckles, blinked heavy once - twice. "i mean, i don't really think any of that stuff is, ya'know, real or anything." they'd never taken much notice nor heed to camp rumors, not when they were a camper themself nor now. sure, they knew about them but they took as much truth from it as being told a fairytale. "i think the thing about the girl in the tree is kinda crazy," they offered with a shrug, "ya'know, like, ooh, kid goes into a hollow tree in one side of the forest and then is suddenly all the way on the other side of camp?" they had heard that story their first year at camp - aparantly the event itself had happened only the year prior. but the girl in question hadn't returned that year, so it wasn't like anyone could confirm the story. maybe that was why it had stayed stuck in duckie's mind. and why he'd never tried to find any proof of it himself. "i guess there's probably creepier stuff that's gone around, but i think that one's the weirdest. like alice in wonderland type shit, i guess. and i think that movie is creepy as fuck so ... yeah."

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𝐖𝐇𝐎: Wren Lovell & @misfittingoddity 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the big frog's lake 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: nobody is free from wren's terror! not even adults!
Wren knew that the lake was full of frogs. Like, biblical plague numbers. That alone should have been enough to keep her away, but here she was, standing at the mossy edge, shoes already digging into the wet.
When she spotted Duckie crouched down in the muck like they were some Nat Geo field researcher, she didn't announce herself right away. She sort of just hung back watching the ridiculous earnestness with which they seemed to scan for whatever amphibian soulmates they were hoping to meet today. There was something weirdly admirable about it, but Wren wasn't about to say that out loud.
Instead, she cupped her hands around her mouth and called, "Careful! Heard the frogs around here unionized. Won't let just anyone into their little lily pad utopia." Wren crossed the last few steps to stand beside them, wrinkling her nose at the greenish-blue water.
"Have you ever thought about like, getting laid? By humans?" She asked, tucking her hands into the back of her shorts pockets, leaning back on her heels. "Because this? Is a bummer. You're bumming me out to the nth degree."
duckie felt lucky as…well, a duck. they'd come to the lake with their camera in hopes to get a couple of shots to hang up on the wall besides his bed in their cabin. they only had one roll of film with them - they had to make it count. he knelt by the water's edge, camera in the front pocket of his cross-shoulder bag, running a hand over the layer of pond scum floating on top. suddenly, a little pair of eyes shot up from the water. duckie blinked, scooping his hand under the water and bringing the little creature up with it. they hummed in curiosity, brow furrowed. a gopher frog. “hm. well, what are you doing in here?” gopher frogs spent most of their time out of the water, unless it was breeding season. which it decidedly wasn't. “well, anyways, would you mind if i took a picture of you? for my wall?” he asked. before duckie could try and feed any positive or negative body-language from the frog, he was suddenly startled at the sound of a voice calling out. the frog startled too, jumping from duckie's hand and into the murkiness below. they sighed, dejected. standing up from their crouched position, duckie awkwardly shifted on his feet. he was sure wren was…nice. in some capacity. to some people. they had just yet to experience that side of her. at least that was what he told themself. “i don't think it's, i dunno, super appropriate for you to be asking me about my sex life, ya'know." they tapped the the tips of their fingers against their thumbs in an uncurious rhythm, gaze sitting around wren's knee's. “and also i feel like you kinda insinuated i've had sex with a frog before. which i haven't. just to clear that up.”
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“ you can also just run away and start screaming for help. ” hand stayed up, all eyes on him, silence sharp and merciless. “ guess that was not the answer you were looking for, doc, my bad. ” the paramedic just agreed with his head and asked the same question again : what to do when a kid accidentally hurts themselves with an arrow ? the question was stupid, the answer was stupid and mads wanted a smoke break. “ hey, be honest now, real honest, ” he elbowned to the person to his right, motioning for them to look ahead, face the woods, inhabited and very welcoming. “ would you rather listen about some kid needing a drive to the hospital or get up to “go pee” in the woods and bump into me smoking a fat blunt? ” eyebrows wiggled up and down, another elbow movement, right hand pointing to the other five staff members listening to the full-of-words-oh-my-god paramedic. “ nobody’s gonna miss us, will they? come along. ” he got up, ready to leave, to run to his freedom, when the paramedic’s voice came again : “ oh, you would like to demonstrate for us, mister mads ? ”
duckie didn't know much about first aid. they were the type of person that was raised to put a band-aid on everything and only go to the hospital if you could see bone. but they supposed it was different when it came to kids. and kids wound up getting injured a lot it seemed. however, they weren't sure that they were going to really learn anything new in this situation. especially with mads and his never ending retorts and quips. duckie jolted slightly as they took an elbow to ribs from mads, turning to them with wide eyes. “i'm not -,” they started with an awkward laugh. duckie then paused in thought for a moment before letting out a hum of thought. “well, no, actually that sounds pretty good actually,” they mumbled, more to themself than anyone else. but before duckie could really voice his agreement, the paramedic spoke out. duckie all but grimaced, nose scrunched up. and before duckie could even really think, they found themselves standing up as well. “he was just, uh, just stretching his legs. you're a medical professional, right? you know that, uh, proper circulation is…good.” duckie bent & straightened his knees a few times. “hm, yeah, that blood flow feels great.”
#the autistic rep i needed
the lake had been something which thalia had been trying to give a wide berth since getting back to camp. oceans were what thalia really struggled with but any body of water gave her the heebie jeebis. though as she saw duckie, hunched over their notebook - her curiosity was piqued and thalia decided to go and check out what they were doing.
as the crickets fell, thalia gasped. " oh no! " she giggled and dropped to her knees in an attempt to gather together a couple of the crickets that had fallen ... though she failed completely in her mission. she didn't even grab one. " sorry... " she muttered as she looked across to duckie.
" hey. " she smiled, acknowledging them properly now. she tilted her head a little. she didn't want to snoop, exactly, but she was intrigued to see what they were scribbling away at. " nine ? " thalia questioned, " woah, i didn't even know that there were more than nine species! " she shook her head as she looked across the lake. " how many have you found this year ? "
duckie sighed, shaking their head as they watched the crickets happily bounce into the thick grass. "it's okay," he said with a dejected shrug, "not your fault. i dunno why i thought that'd work." a shitty knock-off tupperware container they had stolen from their parents years ago was hardly prime bug containment material. "thanks for trying though." duckie straightened up a little from their hunched over posture with a nod. "there are thousands of frog species actually. only about thirty of them live in north carolina, and a lot of them are toads - which i do not count." he bit his tongue, feeling his excitement grow as he spoke. they clenched and unclenched their fist a few times before waving a hand, trying to dismiss the thought. "it's whatever." duckie followed thalia's gaze out onto the lake. "well, that's the thing. i've only found two. three frogs, but two of them were ornate chorus frogs." he watched a dragonfly skim the water and tilted his head in thought. “it's weird. but maybe the wrong population has just…shrunk a little since i was last here.”
“ cool! thank you so much. ” cierra nods and salutes back, unsure why they were getting fancy with it, but duckie still had an air of authority in her eyes from being her counselor that one time, and her parents taught her to respect all authority except cops. “ we are looking for my initials. cs. maybe a heart next to them. ” they were officially in this as a team — at least until a beetle is mentioned. her eyes snap to the insect duckie pokes at, and she yelps, falling back on her ass when it flies off. grace and elegance have left the campgrounds. “ ohmygosh. ” she says all in one breath, clutching her chest. scrambles to get back up, batting at the dirt on her pants. “ that thing was huge! what'd you say it was, a beetle? they don't bite, right? what if it takes revenge 'cause you messed with it? ”
duckie kicked at the dirt around his feet until he nudged a nice stick - skinny, a couple of leaves sprigging out from the side. nice. a quality stick. they picked it up, dragging the stick over the rocks as an analogue laser pointer. “initials - maybe a heart. got it,” he listed, tracing over a few faded marks and scratched in symbols. a couple of crudely drawn penises, a few cool s's. duckie remembered trying to scratch his own name into a stone back when he was a counselor, to try and seem cool to the kids. in hindsight, he wasn't sure it had worked. as cierra stumbled, duckie sprung up from where they were crouched, watching until he was sure she was okay. he hummed in thought, tapping the stick against the top of his shoe. “i think beetles are pretty passive.” they screwed up their nose for a moment. “but don't quote me on that. i don't know that much about beetles," they said with a shrug.

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