Adrian came to the lake party. He had been practically dragged out of his bunk by his roommate. 'You gotta be there, man!' So reluctantly, the Gramsci was set aside for the evening. Still dressed in his nicest clothes, entirely inappropriate for a summer camp, Adrian stood in the background, away from the crowd, trying not to be noticed. He was used to forced socializing. Adrian had never been in the mood to socialize, for as long back as he can remember, so when he does attend parties, it's naturally somewhat forced, an obligation, an attempt to appear 'normal.' However, that was with classmates. These people, he'd never have to see again.

This was an experiment to him, though. How many people could he get to like him? What things did he have to say to make it happen? In his head, he knew exactly what he should be saying, but it was never quite as perfect as he imagined. Popularity had never mattered very much to him, but he knew, someday, he would have to learn to deal with other people. This would be good practice.

So he stepped a little bit closer, examining the crowd and looking for either someone he knew or someone who looked as entirely bored as he felt.

"Cannonball!"

With that loud cry, Edgar, who was clad in black swim trunks with little purple bats all over them, did a cannonball, complete with a large splash, into the lake.

Guess who's trooping on down to the shore decked out in blue, pink, and purple matched string bikinis? Celeste, Mindee, and Phoebe - that's who.

The Cuckoos set up their lounge chairs not in perfect sync, but still close enough to be pretty creepy. They each scanned the growing crowd of campers, trying to find someone worthy t occupy their time with, but. Sadly. So few met their standards. Sitting gracefully down (because proper girls do not plot), they began rubbing sunscreen on each other, giggling from time to time as they whispered to each other. Yes, they're very much aware of the image they're projecting and... Well. They're seventeen year old alpha girls. What do you expect.

Joker is collecting leeches. Knee deep in the lake, picking up the little wriggling black slugs and sticking them in a tub. Occasionally he brings one up to his face, studies it, grins that grin then flicks it and the nearest person.