North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)

Camp Repairs

As we went about repairing the egregious damage caused by the signage in the camp, Morgan arrived. She is pulling a large trailer behind the Ram Diesel super-tanker that normally tows our RV. She rolled up to the delivery door of the cafe, hopped out, and stepped into the square to look around at the work in progress.

"Yeah. About like we thought." Morgan commented as she scanned the camp improvements.

Jessica was on the roof of the Cafe, ripping up a sign attached to the eaves. She said down to her spouse: "Oh no, my love. Worse than even we anticipated. Apoplectic kind of worse. If he wasn't a Vampire, he would be dead from high blood pressure."

Jessica shook her head at her project. "I can't save the word 'Cafe'. Too integrated into the sign. Just have to try to find the original or get a new one."

The damaged beyond repair sign crashed to the ground. Jessica stood up and stretched, looked around. "I wonder what they did with all the original signs? Might be around here somewhere." she mused.

"I think the contractor hauled them off." Morgan replied. "I saw a line item on the bill for 'trash collection' that was fairly substantial if all they were doing was hauling packaging."

"Oh. Too bad. Those were good signs. Solid wood. Matched the Camp ethos." Jessica said, leaping off the roof gracefully.

I tossed a pile of signs I collected that gave directions to various locations and bore the horrid 'branding' somewhere on them. Two poles, signs hung between, camp font. Large concrete footers. Rage again making pulling things embedded in the ground easy. I probably could have just taken the sign, now that I think about it.

"Hi, Morgan." I said, then headed off for more signs. Just the signs this time. Sorry, new Campers. You are going to have to ask for directions to places for a while.

I checked things off the list Helen gave me as I rended my way around the entire camp. Nothing shall remain of this travesty.

The Sports facility was covered in signs. I hate sports! What the entire fuck. Even the glass backboards to the basketball hoops. I scraped at the paint, got most of it off, then spray painted the logo area black. I did not have white. I'll fix that later. The square of tape behind the goal is still there so it's fairly how it is supposed to be.

There were stencils on the damn skyline poles. Black paint was applied, and I had to run through the damn woods to make sure they were all painted. Fuck these logo people were thorough. Assholes! Just when you want someone to half-ass a job you get a damn perfectionist. Vampire contractors...

People came out to watch the destruction and chittered to each other as they watched Vampires at speed, working. I paid no attention. I heard glass shattering in the dumpster, and went back there to see Morgan opening boxes and rapidly, one glass at a time, shattering them inside the dumpster.

"I figure the only way to be sure they are all broken is to do it this way." She explained. "Also, in this way, I can count. Need to be sure I get all five hundred of these."

"Five... Hundred? Etched glasses?" I asked, dumbfounded. Camp is not that big. That's like five glasses per person counting Crew and guests.

"Yes. Can I assume you are going to make a bonfire with the signs?" Morgan asked.

"Yes." I agreed.

"Then take all the napkins, and placemats from the storage rooms. Be good kindling. I'll be here a while because after this I have to start on the logoed coffee cups and stoneware plates. They did not miss a chance to put the name on things. At least the silverware was not touched. Be hard to melt down engraved stainless. We'd have to make a special trip to a Vampire smelter. Don't worry: I stopped at about five Walmarts on the way here and have replacements for everything. Everyone will be able to eat food and drink coffee in the morning. I had to buy a new coffee urn. They branded that too. Etched. Can't take it off. Will have to take a hammer to it."