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Sadde and Relay in summer camp
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Summer camp counselor. What an absolutely dreadful idea.

Not that she doesn't like children, per se. She does! They're cute, she likes taking care of them, likes playing with them. It's fun.

But her father thinks it's a good idea and might help "build character" or something, which means she automatically hates the idea and thinks it's terrible. That's just how it's meant to be.

But alright. She gets there before the children, because she'll be trained, and she should, like, get to know the other monitors, yes? Yes, good. And one of them's supposed to teach her the ropes... Ah, there he is. She walks up to him.

"Hi! I'm Kaede. I'm new."

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He tilts his head. "I mean, I think a lot of people like helping others."

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"A lot of people think they like helping others," she amends. "Not a lot of people know what that means or actually genuinely make an honest effort at it, especially when it's not their friends."

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He raises an eyebrow. "A lot of people don't make an honest effort at things they like anyway."

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"I suppose that's true."

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"So you like to think you do make an honest effort at it?"

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"Yep."

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"I enjoy helping people, but it can be hard to help everyone with a large number of things."

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"Correct, then you have to prioritize and do it efficiently."

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"And can also be hard to achieve a large number of things that any of them want. Which comes under the same issue, I suppose, impossibilities or improbabilities being ranked lower in priority."

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"Exactly."

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"Also I'm fifteen, which can be a bit of a barrier."

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"...to being good at people?"

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"To actually being able to help lots of them with things, too."

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"Oh. Yeah, I guess."

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And then: they are at the campsite! It is small-ish, and has a few cabins (one larger than the rest).

"We're over here," says Anthony, leading her to the larger cabin.

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She follows him.

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The cabin: is rather nice, for a cabin! They have beds and space to put their stuff and even a bit of privacy! Gosh!

It looks like two of the four beds already have people moved into them. Presumably Anthony has taken one of them.

"Pick a bed."

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She points at one randomly.

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"Feel free to put your stuff down, make yourself at home or whatever."

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"Alright." She puts her bag on the bed. "What next?"

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"Next is some emergency stuff –" And then he explains where to go in the event of a fire, who to contact and how to do so. It's reasonably obvious, for being out in the middle of nowhere, and also copied down in the folder and there are convenient signs about exit protocol in most of the buildings. (Which, when there are between one and two doors for each building, plus windows, is not particularly complicated.)

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She pays attention but doesn't have any questions—it is reasonably obvious.

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He indicates other bits in the folder – other bits of protocol to follow, especially when you're unsure about what to do, like if you encounter a fight or a kid doing something reckless, something that might endanger others, etc.

Then he's done and they can go look around a bit more! "So, I'm thinking show you into one of the kids' huts, then show you where the perimeter of the camp is, then… probably go back so you can meet the other counselors hanging around the central bit?"

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"Yeah, sounds like a good idea. By the way, are counselors doing activities with the kids all day every day? What's actual day-to-day life for us?"

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"It's… a lot of the day, yeah," he says. "We take breaks if we're not all needed to supervise them for an activity – usually there are at least two counselors supervising a group, like I say – but it's pretty full-on."

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