Eleanor sees when people are lying. She’s always been able to tell when someone isn’t being truthful, always just somehow instinctively known. It’s only recently that she’s actually been able to see, and in more detail, too.

She sees a grey cloud pass over her teacher’s eyes as they claim there’s no test the next day, and makes a mental note to revise.

Then at lunch a girl comes up to her - “do you have a pound for lunch? I’ll pay you back, promise.” The same grey cloud passes over the girl’s face, and she shakes her head, claiming she left her wallet at home.

Her next class after lunch is silent reading, which in practice actually means one hour of sitting in the library, whispering with her friends. As a little test, she suggests a game of “two truths, one lie” - her friends agree, and the game starts.

Her best friend starts off. “I have green eyes, my birthday is in March, and my dad’s first name is George,” she says with a wicked smile.

The grey cloud passes over her face, and Eleanor smiles. “Your birthday isn’t March.”

She curses under her breath. “Aw, I really thought you wouldn’t know that.”

Her other friend frowns. “Wait, I swear your dad’s name is Stephen?”

She shakes her head. “Nope. He goes by his middle name. That’s why I did that one, ‘cause I knew you guys would fall for it. Nice job, Eleanor.”

On her way home, Eleanor resolves to explore her new power.

“Did you do your homework?” she asks her stepbrother, and he nods, rolling his eyes, but the grey cloud would beg to differ.

“Dad, Theo didn’t do his homework!” she calls, tattling. (She has never gotten on with Theo. They are only one year apart and they find each other annoying.)

Her dad laughs. “Theo, go do your homework before watching TV.”

Theo groans and reluctantly switches the TV off, glaring at Eleanor. “How did you know?”

She giggles. “I guess you’re just a really bad liar.”

Her dad calls her name. “Eleanor! Have you done your homework?”

She shakes her head, sighing. “No.”

“Then go do it before you start annoying your brother.”

She groans. “He’s not my real brother.”

Her dad just rolls his eyes - he’s heard her say this too many times to count. Eleanor frowns - she’d hoped he would contradict her so she could see if he was lying or not, using her new power.

But he didn’t, so she goes upstairs to her room and logs in to her laptop. She wonders momentarily if she could use her power to cheat on her homework.

So she tests it out, scrolling to her multiple-choice maths quiz and propping up a mirror on her desk.

“x squared, plus seven x, plus six,” she reads out.

“Option A: the correct way to factorise this equation would be (a + 1)(a - 6).”

A grey cloud appears over her eyes in the mirror, and she moves on to the second option: (a -1)(a + 6). Another grey cloud.

The third option - (a + 3)(a +2), gets another grey cloud passing over her face, and when she reads out the final answer, (a + 1)(a +6), her face stays clear.

She clicks option D, and sure enough, a green tick pops up by her answer.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” she whispers to herself, already planning everything she could use her power for.

Sapphire and Helena started off as rivals, competing against each other. They went to different schools, and they were both athletes, captains of their respective teams. Neither of them really liked the other - as sportspeople are wont to do, they would continuously trash-talk each other, before matches started, and as they were lining up to take their places on the running track. Although they both played netball (and were both captains of their teams), both of them shared the same passion for running.

At the final race of the season, they were insulting each other, as usual, and the tensions were quickly rising not only between the two of them, but between their teammates as well. The two schools were at a perfect tie, so whoever won this race would win the whole thing. And secretly, unbeknownst to the two team captains, the rest of the teams had conspired so that they would still be at a perfect tie until the last race.

The last race being that of the team captains. So everything, absolutely everything, would come down to this ultimate showdown between Sapphire and Helena.

And so it was that the two of them took their places on the starting line. The whistle blew and they took off at a sprint, Helena taking a fast lead, Sapphire gaining on her, the two leveling again-

The spectators watched, unable to look away, as they crossed the finish line simultaneously.

A fight instantly broke out, each of them claiming they had won the race. The referee consulted a photograph - an exact tie.

Gasps ricocheted around the stadium.

Sapphire smiled serenely and whispered something in Helena’s ear.

Helena nodded.

Five minutes later, they were fighting in the parking lot, with about nine different people filming.

———-

The week after, Sapphire was on the bus, on her way to her swimming class, very pointedly ignoring Helena, who was also on her way to the same swimming class.

She was also trying to ignore Bea and Reyna, her worst enemies, who were sitting at the back of the bus, making fun of her.

“You had the chance to do something awesome for our school. To finally put us on the map. But you screwed it up.”

Just like I screw everything else up, she thought. She wasn’t even going to argue with Bea and Reyna, because they were right. A tie wasn’t good enough. Wasn’t even nearly good enough.

Helena sat, adamantly looking forwards.

———-

Sapphire was dreading Monday. Bea and Reyna would doubtless find the time - in between their hundreds of extra-curricular activities - to harass her some more over the race. Because of course they would.

To her surprise, when she walked through the doors, the school was ten times as busy as usual. And she didn’t recognise half the people milling around.

She thought for a moment, then remembered. The art project. Every year, kids from all over the city came to her school to make use of the art facilities and collaborate on a giant art project.

And then she remembered another thing. Helena.

Helena somehow managed to be an athlete and an artist, which was supremely unfair, in Sapphire’s opinion.

She sighed, resolving to just try and stay out of her way. Try not to bump into her, at all. Because Helena was the last person she wanted to see.

———-

So of course, she ended up getting her books out of her locker while Bea and Reyna harassed her as usual. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Helena was standing right there, chatting to another girl from her school - Annie? Something like that - while Sapphire was boiling with rage and humiliation.

Annie grinned and walked away, but Helena stayed. Helena stayed and listened to everything they were saying to Sapphire, and did nothing.

She did nothing, that is, until she did something.

Suddenly, with no warning, and to Sapphire’s total shock, Helena started to launch into Bea and Reyna, calling them cruel and insensitive and you could try and be a bit supportive, you know and it was a fair tie, Saph did well.

And the “Saph” did something funny to Sapphire’s insides, and she scowled at Helena’s natural habit of shortening people’s names (it was the reason why she could never keep track of the names of Helena’s teammates, because they always had nicknames). And she gazed at Helena as Bea and Reyna beat a hasty retreat, wondering what on earth had made Helena want to stand up for her.

She said as much when Helena turned around.

“I would have done the same for anyone,” Helena said simply. “But you are pretty cool. You have a killer right hook,” she grinned, tapping a bruise Sapphire had given her after the race on Friday.

And Sapphire didn’t know what compelled her to do this, but she knew she would regret it forever if she didn’t, so she asked: “You know how we have the same swim class on Saturdays?”

Emboldened by Helena’s nod, she continued. “Fancy doing something afterwards this week? Like, I don’t know, we could get milkshakes or something.”

Helena grinned. “Sounds good. I know a good milkshake place that’s maybe five minutes’ walk from the pool.”

“Amazing. See you Saturday.”

“See you Saturday!”

Cassandra gets out her recipe book, and flicks through the pages until she finds the one she wants. Normal recipe books are divided maybe by what kind of recipe - main meal, dessert, side dish, et cetera. Or if it’s just a recipe book for desserts, what kind of dessert - cake, biscuits, tart, et cetera. Cassandra’s recipe book is divided by magical ingredients.

The recipe she’s looking for now uses vervain and cumin, for creativity and motivation. She plans to add elderberries, as well - for death. This will cause whoever eats the finished product to lose all their creative motivation.

So obviously, Cassandra plans to give them to her rivals. The writing camp she is in for the summer is supposed to be a friendly competition, but that’s not going to stop her. She plans on winning this thing, no matter what she has to do to achieve that.

Over the past couple of weeks, she’s built up a rapport with the cooks, who she knows will allow her to bake in the kitchen. (She feels a sharp pang of homesickness for her own kitchen at home, which is full to the brim with magical herbs, her special knife for cutting sigils into what she makes, and pretty much everything else a kitchen witch could ever want.)

So she knocks on the door with her recipe book and a bunch of ingredients in hand, and, unsurprisingly, her plan has paid off - the cook falls for her story of wanting to bake for her fellow campers as a nice surprise and gesture of goodwill.

She gets started baking, chopping her herbs, boiling the elderberries, pre-heating the oven, melting chocolate - there is a lot to do, and she wants to be done when the campers arrive for breakfast. She woke up early just for this.

Annoyingly, she wasn’t allowed to bring her knife, even when she said it was for cooking. So she uses a normal knife to cut in the sigil she has designed, which represents her intent of: CASSANDRA WILL WIN.

Once that’s done, she can put the tray in the oven, and then all she has to do is wait. The waiting is the worst part of baking, so instead of waiting, she cleans. But that only takes twenty minutes, and the bake time is forty-five minutes, so she gets to writing while she waits.

Eventually the oven beeps - the brownies she’s made are ready. She takes them out and traces her simple sigil for COOL over the top, then presses her hand to them. They’re perfectly cold and ready to cut - she doesn’t have to wait for them to cool. Magic comes in really handy sometimes, she reflects.

As the campers arrive in the main hall, she hands out brownies to anyone who wants them, claiming they’re a token of her good will, and saying congratulations and good luck so many times that the words lose all meaning. Not everyone takes a brownie, of course. But enough do that she’s pretty confident her plan will pay off.

DAKOTA
(angrily) Cut!

Everybody groans.

DAKOTA (CONT’D)
This needs to be perfect, guys. It’s the last scene in the whole movie. I don’t know what else to say. Y’all can do this, but you need to quit slacking.

JACKIE
Dakota, that take was good. Seriously, you need to chill.

DAKOTA
Nope. You guys need to up your game. This film is our entry for the biggest competition of the year, and if we want to win-

ALL
WE KNOW!

JACKIE
You’ve basically talked about nothing else for the last two months, Dakota. You want to win the competition so that you have a chance at meeting the mayor so that you can finally impress your rich daddy. We know.

DAKOTA
(stamps foot) It’s not like that! I just want to win, that’s all.

BETSEY
Can we just get on with filming the next take?

DAKOTA
Fine. Lights! Camera! Action!

The scene is filmed, and it goes perfectly. Later, JACKIE and DAKOTA are sitting in the library together. JACKIE is editing the movie.

DAKOTA
No, Jackie, it needs to be like this, see.

She reaches over and changes something on Jackie’s screen.

JACKIE
What did you do that for? It was fine! Now it’s all messed up and I’ll have to restart.

DAKOTA
It’s not messed up! I made it better.

JACKIE
No, Dakota, you didn’t “make it better”. You just changed the order of all the scenes so now I have to reorder them. Which is boring.

DAKOTA
I’m sorry, Jackie. I was just trying to help.

JACKIE
Well, you’re not helping.

JACKIE takes a deep breath.

JACKIE (CONT’D)
Look, I can do this on my own, alright? It’ll go much faster if I can just work on my own. Peacefully.

DAKOTA
No, I want to be able to see what you’re doing. I need this project to go right.

JACKIE
What you need is to stop caring so much about whether we win the competition.

Over the next few days, I settle in quickly, learning to take my words to Frog and my tridents to Amy, and making new friends among the group. It turns out there were a whole bunch of us who got sucked into this new - or old, I suppose - world through a book. We’re currently trying to work out how to get ourselves home.

At the moment, we’re making offerings to different gods. We think it’s working - each god we find will give us a riddle, and if we solve it correctly, we get a clue.

Ancient Greece is fun. Honestly, if it weren’t for everything I left behind in the twenty-first century, I think I’d want to stay here forever. But as it is, I’ve got my family who are probably wondering where I am and if I’m okay. (And all my books. Although the Ancient Greeks have some cool writings, I really miss my YA collection!)

I used to want to be a lawyer when I grew up, but now that I’m here, it’s really put things into perspective for me. This whole thing is insane. But when I go back to my own time - I’m choosing not to think about the possibility that I won’t go back - I’ll have so many insights about the ancient world that modern historians don’t know. That’s why I’ve been exploring so much.

I’ve been talking to the locals, as well, even though we’re not supposed to. I’m just really glad I learn Greek at school, to be honest. I’m learning so much about their traditions. Ancient Greece has always fascinated me, especially the religion side of it all. And now, of course, I’m learning that it’s all true. While we’re here in the past, we are living in a temple belonging to three deities - Amy, Frog, and Sai. We’re making offerings to other gods, ones you read about in books, ones you’ve heard of, and they’re appearing in front of us, talking to us.

I think when I go back to the present, when I’m older, I’ll be an Ancient Greek historian. I’ve been keeping a journal, noting down everything I find out, every tiny little detail. I wonder if any of the others have been thinking the same…

Living in a world full of magic can be difficult sometimes, but it can also be incredibly fun. You try not to make enemies, because they could curse you if your protection charms aren’t strong enough. But there’s something amazing about learning magic.

I’ve been studying to become a sorceress for five years, ever since I was nine. At my school, we learn all kinds of different things - I’m not old enough to specialise yet; you need nine years of study before you can do that. At the moment, we learn everything. Not only all kinds of practical magic, but also history and stuff. We learn about famous magic users in the past, and how magic is useful in real life situations - all that kind of stuff.

This summer, I’m going to a camp for writing. I don’t know much about it - only that my best friend’s been a couple of times, and that the magic is incredible. Apparently it’s got something to do with pocket worlds.

Pocket worlds are one of my favourite things about our world, ever. Any magic user who’s strong enough can create them. Essentially they’re little pockets of an alternate reality - you can just walk into them sometimes, or sometimes whoever creates them will put some kind of password or test that you need to enter.

My favourite pocket world that I’ve been to is my school library. It has literally every book ever published about magic, it has grimoires and spellbooks and all kinds of personal notes from famous magic users - and it has loads of fun magical bits. Like a massive room that’s got tiles all over the walls, and each tile has a sigil on it. I’m not sure, but I think it has every sigil ever designed somehow - I’ve tried looking for the sigils I design in it, and they always appear, so I think it probably is every sigil.

There’s people who think the library is unethical because not everyone agreed to having their grimoires or whatever featured in there, but there’s other people who think it’s a historical archive. They can’t close it down, anyway, because the enchanter who created it is long dead.

Anyway, I’m really excited about writing camp, mainly because of the pocket worlds. A couple of weeks after I signed up, I got a note saying that I was in Mythology Cabin, which sounds really exciting.

When I arrive, there’s loads of people milling around, and maybe fifty adults herding us all towards a huge auditorium. I sit and listen as the host explains how the camp works. Then we all split off into fifteen groups - one for each cabin. Each group is led by two or three of the adults, who are our cabin leaders.

My group’s leaders show us towards a cabin, which looks pretty small considering there’s about thirty of us - maybe this is where the pocket worlds come in?

As it turns out, I’m right, because the three adults lead us into the cabin, and the room we enter is definitely not a small cabin. We’re standing in an Ancient Greek temple. I look around and the leaders are wearing different outfits - I didn’t know pocket worlds could do that, so I make a mental note to investigate.

As our leader Amy explains our cabin’s rules, my mind wanders slightly and I think about the other cabins.

We’re dismissed, and told that we have the rest of the day to introduce ourselves, and that we should try to write one thing today so that we can figure out how we add our word counts. I zoom off, eager to explore the other fourteen cabins.

They all have really cool pocket worlds. I think my favourite one is the Historical Fiction Cabin - the architecture is amazing. I also love the Adventure Cabin, which has an entire mountain!

I’m hugely in awe of the Fan-Fiction Cabin as well. It’s got a massive library - not as big as the one at school, but still absolutely incredible. I pick out a book from the top floors and settle down to read for a few hours. I figure if I get some inspiration from the book - or this camp - I’ll be able to write a quick short story and submit my words, no problem.

I’m wrong, of course, because the book is more gripping than I realized, and I don’t put it down until eleven thirty at night. I’ve got half an hour to finish today’s daily challenge, so I quickly open my notebook and think for a few minutes before writing a quick piece.

I hurry back to my cabin, thanking the three leaders of the cabin. When I get back to Mythology Cabin, I quickly scan the announcement board for an explanation of how I add my words. I will admit that I kind of tuned out when it was actually explained - I was thinking about how cool this whole place was, and everything I wanted to explore.

The note directs me to a list, telling me to find my name so I can figure out which leader I need to report to. I find my name listed under “Frog”, and a photo of the leader in question. I vaguely recognise her face from seeing them earlier, so I rush off to find her.

When I see them, she hands me a notebook with my name emblazoned on the front cover. “Write down your word count into here,” they tell me. “It’s magically connected to my notebook, so whenever you write a number down, it’ll appear with your name in mine.”

I grin and grab a pen from my pocket, opening to the first blank page. I write down 338 words from the daily activity, and Frog shows me her notebook - I see my name, and next to it, the number 338. Then they remind me that I should sleep - “sleep > writing” is one of the many mottos of this camp.

I go to my room, but I can’t sleep at all. My mind is too busy thinking about everything I’ve seen and done today.

This is going to be the best month ever.

A month in the life of an SWC host. Hint: it’s the most hectic thing you can possibly imagine.

For two months, you are frantically trying to get everything sorted. A Scratch update went through in the middle of last session, so you need to figure out a new way to add words and update points and dailies. You have already picked your leaders (luckily), which was hugely difficult because all the apps were incredible. Your notifications have been full of camper signups, and you are trying desperately to get everything finished.

You need the leaders to pick their cos. You’re trying to work out allies, neutrals, and enemies. You have hundreds of campers that you need to sort into their cabins. Basically, you’ve got a massive camp to run, and only two months to pull it all together.

Then camp starts. You know irl > swc, but that’s difficult when there’s always so much going on. People are asking you questions about the weekly. One of the leaders has gone inactive. Your notifications will never be clear again. Points are stacking up and you’re so grateful you have maybe fifty people to help you - you’re not doing this all on your own. You can’t imagine having all these responsibilities and not having anyone else to share them with.

You have to sort backup campers into their cabins, and that’s complicated. Because everything about your life is complicated these days. You have points to add, every five minutes, it seems. You have dailies to come up with, workshops to design for the weeklies, and as if that wasn’t making your life busy enough, there is a troll in the main cabin spamming the link to the leader forum.

You hope that all the campers will be honest enough to not click through, or at least not read the posts, but you know it can’t really be prevented. There will always be someone who is curious enough. You report the comments and hope that that will be enough.

You have writing comp entries to look at. There’s only a week left until the end of the month and you need to finish the memory book. The suggestions forum is busy, and you’re looking through all the different ideas and proposals, making note of the ones that seem good, ones you might want to use next session.

Campers come to you for all sorts of things: what to do if there’s an exact tie in a word war, how exactly shields work during cabin wars, whether they are allowed to do this or that for the daily, what exactly does this part of the weekly mean… You don’t mind answering all the questions, of course. You wouldn’t be a host if you didn’t love it and all it entailed.

And that’s what it comes down to, really. Because as tiring and chaotic as hosting a camp as large as SWC can get, you love it. You’re honestly and truly passionate about the community it builds. And even if you could, even if it didn’t feel like a part of you by now, you wouldn’t want to give it up. Even for a bit of peace and quiet.

You start planning for the next session.

All the writing I've shared for the January 2022 session of JWC!!

Dailies

1 Jan // 2 Jan // 3 Jan // 4 Jan // 5 Jan // 6 Jan // 11 Jan // 14 Jan

Weeklies

#1

I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way, I swear I didn’t. I swear all I wanted to do was make things right, to fix it so my baby girl wouldn’t have to grow up the same way I did.

I’ll go before the jury and say that, even if it sends me straight to jail. There's no point in denying everything I’ve done, not now. It kills me, how close I got to getting away with it all. I was as careful as I could be, and I still got caught. But only one person knew what I was doing. So only one person could have betrayed me.

I trusted him with my life, and he went behind my back and ruined everything. And even now, I’m still making excuses for him. They could have threatened him, could have hurt him. Even after everything he’s done, the thought still sends me into a panic - is he hurt? is he alive? - and I have to resist the urge to go chasing after him like I always do. I can’t do that. Not again.

I suppose he was angry that it wasn’t all for him. That my baby daughter drove me to do what he asked me to do a hundred times. That I wasn’t brave enough, wasn’t willing to kill for him, but I would for my baby. It drove him mad. I never would have guessed that he would be so furious he’d snitch on me, though.

He’d raged for a few days about my cowardice when it came to him, and how maybe that proved I didn’t really love him, but he came back in the end. He always does. Well. He always did. It was just the way we worked - we would fight furiously, saying unforgivable things and leaving permanent scars, and then we parted ways for days or weeks. Then he came back. Always him, never me.

God, maybe he was right. Maybe I never did love him the way I said I did. Maybe that’s why he was so angry. Because he knew my baby wasn’t his.

Did he know that? Maybe he did. Maybe he knew from the start, or maybe he didn’t find out until later?

Does it matter when he knew?

Hell, does it matter if he knew?

I still can’t let him go before the jury and testify that I’m guilty. That’s my main priority right now. Everything else can wait.

He can’t be allowed to live long enough for that to happen. And maybe I can get some answers out of him before I kill him.

Q: Nickname?
A: mayhem

Q: First session?
A: november 2021

Q: Favorite session?
A: maybe march 2022? or july 2022, perhaps. either way, I’ve loved every session!!

Q: Least favorite session?
A: it pains me to say it, but probably november 2022 - I’d just started a new school year and wasn’t super active and didn’t manage to write very much, so I have a lot of regrets about that session

Q: Favorite cabin?
A: in general? I tend to love fantasy cabin bc the aesthetics are always really cool - though I've never actually been in a fantasy cabin. of the cabins that I've been in I think maybe script in july 2022, or fan-fi (either time, march 2022 or march 2024)

Q: Have you ever been a (co) leader?
A: I’ve co-led twice! I may do so again in the future but not rn

Q: What was your favorite cabin you've (co)led? (if you haven't co-led a cabin yet, what's your favorite cabin you've seen made by others?)
A: I’ve co-led only twice, and as mentioned, nov 2022 wasn’t my best session, so I’m going to go with script in july 2022 - but both times I’ve co-led I’ve made great friendships and had a lot of fun <3

Q: Someone you admire/look up to in SWC? (can be more than 1!)
A: like… everyone? is that a valid answer? haha I can’t pick just one person but definitely all the hosts and leaders - especially people who lead a cabin most sessions or even every session bc even co-leading twice in a row was really intensive, it must take a lot of dedication to (co)lead so often and I think that's amazing! shoutouts to lio, soki, and moss bc they’re probably the people I’m closest to

Q: Favorite SWC inside joke?
A: mangoes it’s a classic but it’s great

Q: What cabins have you been in?
A: mythology, fan-fi (twice), script, and bi-fi!

Q: What was the account you used for your first SWC session?
A: this one!

Q: Favorite daily?
A: cabin wars ofc, and I remember one daily from ages ago where we had to write a story in exclusively dialogue which was really fun

Q: Favorite writing comp entry you've read? (yours or someone else's)
A: I actually haven’t read any in a while! that’s definitely one of my goals for this session, to get more involved with the writing comp

Q: Favorite Weekly?
A: the first one from last session, that was themed around mythology/folklore/fairytales

Q: Favorite In-cabin activity?
A: definitely the fanfiction dialogue prompts from fan-fi last session

Q: What advice would you give to new swc-ers?
A: get involved + meet people!! you can make loads of really good friends in swc if you put yourself out there

Q: Favorite application idea you've seen?
A: lio’s app from july 2022!! it was masquerade themed and it was SO cool

Q: What inspired you to join SWC?
A: my irl best friend Air joined the session before I did and convinced me to join!

Q: Your favorite piece you've written in SWC?
A: maybe the dialogue daily I mentioned earlier (link) or this weekly, also from march 2022 (link)

Q: A suggestion for SWC?
A: oooh idk, there’s nothing in particular I can really think of!

Q: What you like best about a cabin? (in cabin activity, leader quality, etc.)
A: good storyline with in-cabin activities + ways to build bonds between people in the cabin!

Q: Favorite Word wars prompt?
A: I don’t remember the exact prompt, but there was one ages ago about a library on a remote island that I ended up turning into a whole short story after the word war was over

Q: Favorite thing about the SWC community?
A: honestly everything!! I love our inside jokes, the writing games we play, the way we’re all so welcoming and friendly - the community is honestly one of my favourite parts of swc

Q: If you were a SWC host for a day, what would you implement or change?
A: that’s a really good question, I honestly don’t know - if it was only for a day I might try to run some kind of really cool activity for the whole camp across cabins

Q: Favorite thing about being a (co)leader?
A: the friendships I’ve made - everyone I’ve co-led with is amazing and a lot of us have stayed close. I also love getting to help out new campers - and, because I’m a nerd, I have to say that I always love the word-count spreadsheets

Q: Would you want to be a SWC host some day?
A: yeah, it could be fun! I’m not actively planning on it or anything but in a few years maybe haha

Q: What does SWC stand for? (silly question)
A: something we created (kind of a sentimental answer tbh, like we DID build this community from the ground up. idk.)

Q: Give me a daily idea.
A: something that plays with common associations like colours - like, idk, pick a random colour and then write a short story themed around that colour, that could be interesting

Q: A goal for the next SWC session.
A: to be more active, both in terms of writing and in terms of talking to people! (I’m weirdly more introverted online than I am irl but I’m working on it)

Q: Favorite SWC memory?
A: I can’t choose!! I genuinely have so many

Q: Do you procrastinate, have an abnormal sleep schedule, and/or an obsession with Taylor Swift?
A: yes I LOVE taylor swift, I was at the eras tour last weekend!! I procrastinate a little but not that much, and my sleep schedule is pretty reasonable

Q: Favorite nickname you've seen in SWC?
A: one of my friends goes by Stingray and I think that’s absolutely epic

Q: What's your favorite SWC cult that you've seen or been in?
A: is swc itself not a cult?

Q: Have you ever stayed up late for SWC?
A: a little, maybe, not much

Q: What's your favorite part of a SWC session?
A: probably cabin wars! or the very start of the session when everybody’s getting to know each other

Q: What's a song that describes SWC or a cabin you've been in?
A: see in my mind the ultimate swc song is “the lakes” by taylor swift bc it’s all about escaping real life to go and be a writer/poet in a dreamy countryside setting, and it fits with the lotr vibe we had last session

Q: Have you convinced an irl friend to join SWC yet?
A: nope, but as discussed, I was the irl friend being convinced to join swc

Q: Have you ever pulled an all-nighter for cabin wars?
A: surprisingly not

Q: Do you have any SWC merch irl?
A: I’ve never even thought of that but it’s SUCH a good idea, I might make some this session

Q: Favorite SWC session theme? (name the session and theme!)
A: march 2024!! the lotr theme is iconic and it came at the exact right time bc I’ve finally been reading the lotr books this spring

Q: Favorite SWC mascot?
A: there’s mascots?? I missed a lot in the year or so I went inactive AHHHH. I will pay attention and look out for mascots this session

Q: What's something weird you've done that SWC made you do?
A: in some of my earlier sessions (nov 2021 - july 2022) I was doing most of my writing in school, on my school chromebook - often in classes bc I was bored and why not. does that count?

Q: Do you like being a honorary, camper, co-leader, leader, or host?
A: I’ve only ever been a camper or a co - I love both for very different reasons. someday when I go back to applying I hope I’ll get to be a leader someday, but honestly I love being a camper or co so much, it’s not a huge deal really

Q: Favorite SWC sibling/ally/neutral/enemy group you've seen?
A: the fiblings!!! the studio has been weirdly active lately considering that the sibling group is from march 2022, but it’s just reminding me of how fun that session was

Q: If you could meet one swc-er irl, who would it be?
A: ooooh idk, it’s so hard to choose! maybe soki or moss? honestly I wish we could all be friends irl though <3

Q: And finally, Did you like this?
A: yeah it was really fun!