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[hasan-demir]

“That’s one way to enjoy camping, the solitude of a long hike enjoying the nature. This place is big enough to have several ecosystems I think, they probably have animals and plants imported knowing the Rutherfords.”

He had been hiking but not identifying anything. “You’re probably a better camper than me, any books I bought were just to fit the role. I haven’t really been camping before, but tried to make sure I knew enough to answer any questions or at least seem like a camping aficionado.”

He looked off into the distance thinking for a moment. “I contemplated joining in the drinking games, but it would have just put people off I think, or they would have dared me to take the mask off and I’d either have to do it or ruin the game safer to observe from afar and have my own fun I think.”

He turned back to cooking things over the fire. “I guess they prefer to take advantage of the full kitchens or personal chefs or something that makes sense if they’ll only be here for the weekend, but I’m trying to get into the spirit of things or embody them whether people like it or not. A bit of mischief along with the helpfulness seems in the spirit of the holiday.”

He blew on a marshmallow before biting it off the stick. Roasted to a golden brown the dual texture was one thing he had wanted to experience about camping.

“Did you camp a lot. Must have if you have field manuals. Maybe there's a thing or two you can teach me or recommend.”

Eleanor’s grin brightened as she happily accepted the offered marshmallow. “That’s true. Or, I could have the best of both worlds and taste what you whipped up as well as roast something myself. Perhaps, but that doesn’t stop people from burning things to a crisp. User error,” she joked while letting the stabbed marshmallow hover over the open fire.

“Actually I do find that hard to believe! I figured everyone would be famished by now. Then again, I’m admittedly a bit of a glutton. Food is on my mind pretty much always.” Although she couldn’t see his real smile, Eleanor thought she could sense it in his voice. Maybe? Hopefully. 

Sadly, he was probably accurate about the lack of smiling with this crowd's experience. Especially as of late. “You probably aren’t wrong. And well, their loss is my gain then because you’re good company.” Eleanor was aware she was oblivious to a lot of the cliques and mobs around London, and most of what went down behind closed doors. Although her budding friendship with Hasan was still rather new, she felt comfortable and safe in his presence. 

“Mostly on my own,” she admitted. “I didn’t really want to get swept up in the drinking games. No regrets,” she chuckled. “I’ve been doing nerdy things like identifying birds and fossils in my field guide. It’s all worn out from camping with my brother when we were younger, but I managed to find it on my bookshelf. How about you? Besides feeding everyone, of course.”

[hasan-demir]

“Happy Camper Hasan, but close enough.  Yes, you understand, or maybe you do. Someone has to be entertaining.  Everyone can be so dry at times and I’m not talking about the bar.  They’re here, but treating it like any other weekend.  We’re supposed to be entertaining for charity and besides I have to give myself a reason for being here don’t I, besides getting into the rich tents.” He didn’t mind playing the fool on occasion, though he was sure Ayaz would hear about this sooner or later.  The fact that his old friend had made himself scarce boded well though.

All expression drained from the woman's face, watching the man in front of her, it took a minute to place the voice. "Hasan?" From the stories she had heard from Ayaz, she found it hard to believe that it was one in the same. At least her friend was right to consider him an idiot.

"There is always one that has to play the fool at these events." The leader of the Haringey Resistance, that surprised her.

[hasan-demir]

"I think it will be interesting to observe, and I've heard the music will be good. I'll make sure to organize some supplies for the days people are off partying just in case. I'm sure the campfire will be going the whole weekend. The most important thing besides properly cooking the marshmallows is the type of chocolate and biscuit. Though I don't know if they'll have home made or we'll have to settle for digestives." Happy Camper Hasan held up a hand to his mouth though it didn't really do much to muffle his voice. "If you want a special treat. I could leave some of my Turkish delight marshmallows. A bit of a specific taste, but I assure you there is nothing better even if paired with Cadbury and digestive biscuits."

His change of voice wasn't lost on her but it happened so quickly that Val decided not to pursue it. Many people had issues with the family. It wasn't surprising he felt the same.

"I'd say a love of partying was also purely Rutherford but you'd be hard pressed to keep my own friends away from it." A gross understatement considering who her friends were. "Luckily I think the rave is optional. I'll most certainly be partaking in the s'mores though and the hiking of course."

[hasan-demir]

Happy Camper Hasan smiled underneath the mask though the action was lost to the mask.  He took one of the marshmallows on a stick and handed it to Elanor.  The kitchen had some nicer tools for the work.  Better than using actual sticks.  Some kind of small metal expandable rods even letting you cook multiple marshmallows at once without burning yourself too badly. “It’s not too hard, the fire does most of the work.  Feel free to eat what you want or you can grab something to cook, that’s half the fun. Would you believe you’re the first to show up?” Happy Camper Hasan looked down. “Yes I’ve been told this visage is a bit off putting. I guess the guests here aren’t used to being around someone that is happy or smiles. I think it worries them that there must be some ulterior motive.” Happy Camper Hasan wasn’t sure if he had an ulterior motive, but either way this weekend had been even more fun than he had thought it might be and all he had to do was be here and be pleasant. “I don’t know whether it says more about them, or me that I’m still having fun, but I’m glad you seem to be enjoying yourself.  Have you done any other camping activities?”

Eleanor was absolutely content camping. Despite what some might think of the actress, she had no problem getting a little dirty. The chill in the air had become a little too much, and even more so, the temptation of roasting marshmallows. She could smell the sugary aroma practically calling her name. Pulling her coat over her comfy sweats, Eleanor meandered over to the fire-- her eyes immediately landing on that yellow smiley face mask. She had heard it was Hasan through the grapevine, and although many gave him hell about it, she couldn't help but chuckle when she approached. "You know, this isn't the first time you scared me with a mask," the blonde pointed out, remembering their craft at the Italian Street Festival. "Although this one is way less scary. In fact, I kind of like it." Gingerly she plunked down beside him and held her hands over the fire to warm them up. "Although I prefer your real smile," she added warmly, then noticed the other food options he had prepared. "Oh my goodness, did you cook this all yourself? How is there even any left??"

[hasan-demir]

“I wouldn’t mind as long as it was my idea and only for the weekend.  One has to ingratiate themselves somehow.”  Happy Camper Hasan tried to affectate the accent of what he imagined the Rutherford’s butler would sound like. Even holding his hand as if he had an imaginary waiter’s cloth. “Doing things on my own terms seems to be the only thing that might keep me sane even if it’s being a dog for the Rutherfords.”  A bit of contempt bled through with Hasan’s words but he shook it quickly enough.  “This weekend is about charity and camping fun though, smores, campfires, hikes, and apparently raves.  I guess you can only keep the party out of the weekend for so long.” Happy Camper Hasan chuckled.

"Oh I...well..." The costume had her tumbling over her words, taken aback by the sight. She hadn't realized anyone was taking this event quite so seriously but she had to hand it to him for trying. "Thank you but I'm well supplied at the moment. Besides, that's not your job for the weekend I don't think. Don't offer to be the help when no one is expecting it. Next thing you know, they'll have you serving on them hand and foot." She left out just who those people would be but the intent was obvious. The Rutherfords had no issue demanding those they deemed lower to do their dirty work for them.

[hasan-demir]

"I assure you my mother hasn't left me, but I didn't show her the costume either. You are in the presence of Happy Camper Hasan." He gave a bow before righting himself. Yes the dual nature of the self appointed mascot was working overtime it seemed. Guarded laughs were acceptable currency as far as he was concerned, as they fit the theme of the night. Even better if he could maintain the persona perhaps with the odd nudge here or there. "You should try it. Though yes. Those are two of the reasons I plan to spend our third night here in a Rich Tent one way or the other. If all you've had to do is sleep on a rough mattress or piss outside, I envy you, but it's not all bad. Especially when you plan it. Takin in the stars as you float along the river. A hike of the grounds. Even just resting in the open on one of the loungers. There is something to taking in fresh air when you're not being eaten by mosquitos." He paused a moment thinking. "I am enjoying myself. It feels good to be doing something that isn't just thinking or surviving."

She that voice straight away, of course it belonged to Hasan. Though when she looked up, she was taken back.

"What the fuck are you wearing Hasan? That is the face of someone only a mother could leave, it actually looks pretty creepy in this light. Please don't tell me you plan on going on a murder spree whilst we all sleep. You'll be known as the Happy Face Murder. Though, you'd make a name for yourself that's for sure."

She couldn't help but laugh at him, is truly did look ridiculous, but it most certainly did bring a smile to her face.

"Well, I'm pretty sure sleeping on damn airbed counts as a camping activity, and taking a piss outside too. Other than that, I'm good."

"You definitely seem to be enjoying yourself."

[hasan-demir]

"We won't overcome their expectations by presenting ourselves as their equals. They are at worst offended by the idea or equally amused by it. We're either useful, or amusing or something to be dealt with, and if they think of me as the second they're underestimating me. At the same time I'm going to have some fun with anyone willing to engage, and possibly help others have fun as well. Who knows when I'll need to draw on the well that is Happy Camper Hasan again." He let the last words sit, threat or promise Ayda could not know, but the idea that he wouldn't be done with the thing after the weekend. He smiled under the mask at the implication the power it held. "I'm not the one being mocked. I am allowed at this event and having my fun. I am not the one hosting it no one that doesn't know is seeing my face. I thought I was the paranoid one, but maybe you've learnt some things from me after all?"

"Then why feed into the depiction they have of us?" This was something she would not be able to understand. She had her own image to keep clean and the last thing she needed was for this to show up to slander against her campaign. Another item added to her check list to do when this event was over.

"Perhaps it's time to talk to father then." Maybe he could help him, at least from their old connections. Ayda takes a deep breath. "Hasan, I need you to remember, how you present yourself, being my brother, could come back on me." There was no need to elaborate, he knew what she meant. "This is important to me."

"I plan to have fun." At least with her tent-mate she could relax some. Ayda had fun when she was with Olivier. "Don't become a mockery. You are better than that."

[hasan-demir]

Honestly Happy Camper Hasan was surprised she was the first one to try and have him escorted out or at least mention it. "Oh no Jordana, there seems to be some confusion, I'm not entertainment though I think some find me entertaining I'm a guest. Yes for better or worse. Though I've taken it upon myself to safeguard camp morale." Happy Camper Hasan tilted his head at the woman. "Do you really think I would have made it this far if I wasn't supposed to be here? Perhaps I should take that as a compliment?"

"It appears to be appealing..." Her words trail off when her head turns towards where the voice was and she is met with an odd sight. Her brows knit together, slanting her head at the strange man with a mask.

"I think you are at the wrong function." If the Rutherfords were going to hire entertainment, it would not come in the form of what appeared in front of her. "It happens." It did not. "Security will escort you out."

[hasan-demir]

Happy Camper Hasan was outside the bar, his camel packs wouldn’t refresh themselves and he had to make his camp around the stupid tents he would be free of them the last night one way or another.  People were using them as a place to congregate when they didn’t want to be seen it seemed.  He didn’t blame them, he wouldn't want to be seen around them either. "Glowsticks, well you can't have those going out on you in the middle of a party." The smiling face was impassive and Happy Camper Hasan tried to keep any judgment out of his voice. "I don't care where you go to Refresh your glow sticks Olivia. As long as you're having fun. I've heard people say this music lends itself to it." Happy Camper Hasan gave her a thumbs up his other hand tapping his non existent nose. “Don’t worry, as long as you’re being safe and having fun your business is your own, and I’m pretty sure there are no camp rules about glow sticks as everyone seems to be enjoying them.” “It makes sure you won’t get lost wandering the grounds. Are you going back inside, all refreshed?”

where: outside the bar when: night 3

@mobscene-starters

Olivia could hear the party raging from where she nestled herself out of sight of the dance floor. Hell, the whole estate could probably hear the raving, maybe the whole country. It was well after midnight and more of the crowd than not was on something, most bumping lines and taking pills in plain view of the whole crowd. If this was AU or the Venue back in the city, Olivia would be amongst them. But, since Gio and most of the London Sovrani were in the crowd, that was not a risk she was going to take.

The line was all set on her hand and she glanced around before quickly snorting it and wiping the back of her hand on her white shirt before anyone saw the powder. God, it was fucking shameful to be doing lines amongst the tents like a common addict. Well, maybe that's what you are. Why did her inner voice sound annoyingly like Rina?

She turned to head back to the party, the rush already hitting her, when she saw another person lingering outside the crowd. "I was refreshing my glowsticks," Olivia offered by way of explanation.

[hasan-demir]

"I've heard they're good. Don't know much more than that. I'm not the biggest fixture of the club scene despite my appearance. Won't it be a bit sparse or do you know if they're letting other people in? Everyone seems to be excited though. Happy Camper Hasan was acting nonchalant for someone with a mask on his head, but he imagined the drink would make his appearance easier to take, he knew that worked for him when he had a reason to look into the mirror.

where: the bar when: 26th of October, nigh two, camping charity event who: @mobscene-starters

The first night went by, Jordana enjoying the privileges of being in one of the rich tents, not too opposed to who her tent mate was. She did her own thing, like normal.

She started her night at the bar, grabbing herself a drink, turning around to look at the crowd. Most seemed to be keen on who was performing in a few hours.

"I have to admit. I don't know who this Fred person is?" She glances to the person beside her. "Do you?"

[hasan-demir]

Happy Camper Hasan took Gideeon’s hand holding it for a moment as they shook making sure he stayed close before he drifted back into the sea of imagined worries about his family and their causes. “Don’t think I don’t care about the children.  I gave at least enough to have merited an invitation didn’t I, and this is at least partly for them getting people to try to be on camera, do camping things that they can’t while in the hospital.  Maybe I’m a bit too jaded and the causes run together, so perhaps it’s a good thing that your family is there to champion them all.” “Also yes I trust you.  You’re someone who is honest enough to admit his own faults, and generous enough to overlook some in others.  Besides doing detox is easy you just lock the person in a room and watch to make sure they aren’t seizing or biting out their own tongue or things like that.  Don’t you know medicine is easy Gideon?  It’s living that’s hard, that’s why we need to be of good humor.  The would would be a better place if everyone was a Happy Camper at least some of the time.” Hasan almost seemed wistful as he went on this nonsense rant.  At least if no one listened to this there wasn’t much lost that they couldn’t get out of a greeting card or fortune cookie.

'Too much death and addiction even in my own family to test the waters.'

That's right, it prompts him to recall Ayda's own battles with sobriety, as well as the death of her ex-boyfriend from a suspected overdose. He feels guilty for talking about it so casually with Hasan. "Sorry, of course you'd know. I didn't mean to be insensitive."

But Hasan's revelation about attempting to quit smoking gives them one unexpected experience in common, for all their differences. "Me too," the surgeon admits, though he's had a harder time of it than he would like to admit over the last few months.

"Damn impossible habit to kick... So I'd be the wrong authority to throw you into detox, all things considered, but we can shake on trying to keep the weekend clean."

He sticks out his hand, for whatever good accountability is meant to do, and all that.

"Sick children," Gideon adds, responding to the Turk's question. "The proceeds go to Great Ormond Street Hospital, it's a specialist centre for children." had Hasan even read the invitation letter?... He can't help but wonder.

Which only begs the question — had any of their other guests bothered? The surgeon tries to imagine someone like Konstantin Vorshevsky or Delphine St. Clair pouring over the sentimental contents of a charity pitch, and struggles to envision it.

Damn it.

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"It's a humorous costume Ayda it's supposed to look like a joke." He waited a beat before holding up a hand. "Yes, I know what you mean and what you're worried about and honestly if you don't think that all sides view us as a joke already then you haven't been paying attention, I might as well be in on it." He shook his head. "I've tried to get close to the various sides give a good impression, and end up in Kerem's shadow thin that it is. So I'm doing things for myself. If all I can do is survive I'm going to have some fun along the way. Make sure at the end of everything it was worth it." He stared at her for what felt like a long time before speaking again. "I won't tell you how to run your life, but you deserve to have some fun too."

Ayda continued to shake her head at her brother. This was a cruel joke? It had to be. "You look like a joke, Hasan." She wasn't sure if that was his intent for the weekend. "I have no idea what possessed you to dress like this." It was bad enough what others thought of their borough, of who they were, and he was feeding them reasons to think the way they did. "Those seem fine, but why dressed like that. You don't need the foam head."

[hasan-demir]

Happy Camper Hasan caught the bag before returning it to her; he wasn't sure if there are any breakables inside, and didn’t want her nonplussed because there was something she couldn’t handle about the mask.

“If it bothers you so much I’ll pull a sheet over my head. I didn’t know you planned on watching me while I slept. Contrary to what you, my sister, Lara Rutherford, or anyone else might think I didn’t do this solely to mess with you all I did it for myself. Coming without a costume would have been boring, and just wearing one when no one else did would have been too. I won’t give you any more thumbs ups if it bothers you so much. We will have to share a tent for at least a few nights, and I think you should honestly try some hiking or kayaking, it might help you relax. Above all enjoy yourself and I’ll have no reason to interact with you for the weekend unless you want me to help set up some kind of camp activity. You do realize it’s still me. I'm not just going to start hunting people or pulling pranks. It’s a way of getting out of my own head, I thought, what's the thing the farthest from my usual broody and isolated self, and this is what came out so it’s what I will be this weekend. More or less.”

She had truly intended to enjoy this weekend. Charity was something Nevra didn't get to participate in often and this was the perfect chance to do so while getting out of the city - and her thoughts - for a little while. Clearly the event planners had a different idea in mind when they'd paired her with the village idiot.

"Who told you those were the rules?!" The question came out more of a frustrated shriek than an inquiry and frankly, she didn't care who heard her. Let the rest of them look at him and laugh. She wished she could laugh with them but the mask was having the opposite effect on her.

Nevra would have left it at that and gone off to find some booze. Only, the sight of Hasan's thumbs up caused her to throw her bag at him, another irritated screech leaving her body. "If you do that to me again I'll make sure Happy Camp Hasan ends up at the bottom of the lake."

[hasan-demir]

“Why not, besides that’s when people are most likely to take the mask or try some kind of shit when you’re most vulnerable.  Play it off as a prank so I look worse.  You know the type and I’m not getting toothpicks in my eyes because I decided I needed a regular shower.  I’ll at least keep it next to me, but even that seems a bit too vulnerable.” Happy Camper Hasan looked around as if the conspirators might be within sight. “If you’re getting a laugh you don’t think Melissa would, besides she’ll probably use it as an excuse to mess with me or at least someone.  I’m sure she has her share of scores to settle.  Nah, no weed, especially not this weekend though. I’ve heard too much about people being doped, and don’t like the thought of my reaction time being slow.  Maybe that’s a bit overly paranoid since I do drink, and smoke, but it’s served me well enough so far.” “You might be right about relaxing a bit, but it seemed like Happy Camper Hasan would be all keyed up, worried about camp morale and that kind of shit so I am, method.  Slipping into a different persona is it’s own type of relaxation, don’t have to think about much.  Just would what I’m doing help camp morale. I mean I’m not going to screw myself over too much for it, but just enough.” At his last assertion Hasan laughed. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but if the only way I ended up in a rich tent was sharing one with you I’d be a bit disappointed in myself.  Not as much as having to sleep in a poor tent.  At least that’ll give me a chance to mess with Nevra. I don’t even have to do anything.  She hates thumbs ups for some reason. I think it’s some kind of underlying trauma, but I’m Happy Camper Hasan, not Happy Therapist Hasan.”

"Wait, lemme get my head round this, you'll..." a laugh slipped out the absurdity of it, "I can't believe I'm even saying this -- even showering will be with the mask on?" Every word Hasan spoke...Benjamin found himself more and more confused: it was fucking baffling. Beyond that, even. He couldn't deny, however, that it was the most entertaining thing he'd seen since he arrived, and he'd been there a matter of hours.

He just prayed Melissa got to miss out on...this monstrosity. "if you're hoping this is going to get you into Melissa's bed, I'd rethink your choices, if I was you." and while the idea of their sex life made him feel sick, it was enough to garner a shake of his head, and a playful eye roll. Ew. Clean thoughts, please.

Everyone loved the resident yapper, it was a common theme among many of the people he knew -- they filled the silence when no one else could be bothered too: but the need for another joint came on swiftly in his presence. "You smoke weed? If not, you should. Would probably calm you down man. Breathe, take a chill pill. Relax." He was teasing, kind of.

"But you're right, the French struggle to sort reality from fiction." Half stab, half reality. Because...they were the worst of the worst, the shit on his shoe after a terrible day. A stain on god's green earth.

"Just know, I'm not offering to share my tent with you on night three." And he sure as fuck wasn't sleeping in one of those shitty ones, he'd honestly prefer to stay in that room with Roman than be subjected to the poors.

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Almost as soon as it closed Happy Camper Hasan thrust it open with another bang, only stopping for a moment to address Benjamin. “Go have your wank and nap before anyone else comes to use your bathroom.  Why didn’t you just lock the damn thing? I really hope you weren’t hoping someone would catch you in the act, but either way.  I don’t have time for this.  Once the clarity hits, and you’re done being a sad sack take it from a professional one and figure you can go and find someone to do the wanking for you.  No, that's not me volunteering.  I’ll play wing man for you some time I’m not keeping in a rumbler.  THIS NEVER HAPPENED!” With those last words Hasan ran off towards the rest of the camp.  Hoping Benjamin was at least equally entertained as he was horrified.  His legs burned as he tried to get to a place where he could have his own peace as he tried to forget any of this had transpired.

"No, I don't want -- " he gagged, physically, his whole body vibrating. "this situation, I don't care about what you want." He was literally about to put his fingers in his ears, and sing as loud as he fucking could. And then it hit him, like a freight train. "Mate, firstly, shut the fuck up. I don't care to hear your voice on the best of days, especially not now while I was thinkin' of having a wank, and washing away this hangover." not listening to a man with a smiley-fucking-face for a head, taking a literal shit while he was trying to get over the pounding in his head, and the ache in his throat from those one too many smokes. "Jesus...wept. Stay." The water shutting off. "You can," grabbing the towel. "Fucking." the door opened, and he climbed out. "Shit in peace."

Benjamin paused, only for one second to say, "Just know, you've made me a really, really unhappy camper, Hasan." and he closed the door with a bang.

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"I didn't do this on purpose, you think I want to be in this situation? This side of the camps is too damn far from anything to turn back. You really want me to shit myself running across the campsite, or burry it outside like a cat? Speak now or forever hold your peace Benjamin. I'd figure you out of everyone here would be willing to do me a solid, I'll owe you one. Have a heart. I don't even have to take a shower I'll go walk into the lake if it spares you some sense of privacy. You're killing me here. Just remember regret goes both ways." He might not be looking directly at him but he could tell Happy Camper Hasan had started to do some kind of dance as if the ritual would help him keep from making a mess until Benjamin decided one way or the other.

"You won't. If you were going to you'd already have come out of there, and you won't risk getting more involved with me going to the bathroom than you already are. Just face the shower and go to your happy place Benjamin. This is happening, and we’re both on a timer unless you want to bet on how well the Rutherfords hooked up their plumbing and if that water will get scalding hot when I finish."

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"You won't. If you were going to you'd already have come out of there, and you won't risk getting more involved with me going to the bathroom than you already are. Just face the shower and go to your happy place Benjamin. This is happening, and we’re both on a timer unless you want to bet on how well the Rutherfords hooked up their plumbing and if that water will get scalding hot when I finish."

Benjamin felt fucking awkward, one hand cupping himself, the other finding the wall as he turned himself, so his arse was on show and his cheeks reddened. No, please -- fucking leave. He didn't like this. "Wait, drown out the noise? With the shower on?" realisation hit. "If you're taking a shit, I'll literally get out and beat your ass with that smiley fuckin' face, Hasan." he protested, horror shaking his features.