Sorry this is so late! So we will start in the summer camp. (since it does seem to be the most logical reason for everyone to be in the same spot.) It is the day they get the digivices.

Summer Camp Activities
Sports
Fishing
Hiking
Swimming in the lake
Running
Scavenger hunts
Canoeing
Horseback Riding
Catching things in the pond




Casey leaned forward, her legs tense. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she prepared to leap forward at the crack of the bat. The anticipated crack came, and she launched forward, running as fast as she could towards home plate. Once she passed it, she whooped in excitement, and jogged to the back of the line.

Lorenzo sighed as he sat by the lake. He was not as successful as he had hoped when it came to catching frogs. Now he was sitting by the side of the lake, taking a break and watching for frogs, his net limp in his hand.

Tracee is bent forward in a swim race position, her hair wet and dripping with water from the lake, competitive, so far has beaten all her challengers. Her eyes sharp and almost deadly, she waits for a shout marking her to dive into the water.

Takaharu snaps a picture of a squirrel, he's hanging upside down in a tree, smiles softly. He's so far gotten 5 out 25 items on the scavenger hunt, swings down, landing with a thud.

Casey jumped from foot to foot as she waited for her turn to bat. She was one of the few girls playing baseball, not that there were many people playing anyway. After a few more minutes, she stepped up to bat again. She positioned her feet, and pulled the bat back. She squinted, focusing on the pitcher as he threw the ball. Her eyes flicked to the ball, and she swung the bat, hearing the familiar, satisfying crack of the bat against the ball. She let the bat clatter to the ground as she sprinted around the bases. She turned her head as she ran to watch the ball roll to the ground far away. She forced her legs to move faster, pushing hard off the ground as a person on the opposing team scooped it up.

Lorenzo stood up, ambling closer to the side of the pond. He looked around at the other kids trying to catch frogs, fish, and crawdads. He joined the kids on the dock who were fishing for crawdads with pieces of lunch meat.

Takaharu trips onto the field, gasps as Casey Rams into him and they topple to the ground, "owwwww...." Rubs his head.

Tracee dives in, splashing Lorenzo with her water entry, speeds across the lake

Casey scrambles to her feet, ignoring her bleeding knee. She jumps onto the base, which was only a few feet away, before turning back to the boy on the ground. "You okay?" she asks, only now noticing that the blood had reached her ankle. She winced slightly, and wiped it away with her hand, before grinning at the boy.

Lorenzo yelps at the splash of water, jumping backwards. He fumbles into his front pocket to find the small paperback he always kept. It was slightly damp. He sighs and retreats back to the shore, leaning against a tree a fair distance from the lake. He flips through the book as if it was a flip-book, trying to dry it.

Takaharu looks up at her, awkward, sits up, nodding. "Y-yeah, but I think you're hurt"

Tracee wins happily, apologizing to those she splashed

Casey shakes her head. "It's nothing," she says. She turns to look at the game, where the next person was preparing to bat. "You might want to get out of the way," she says. "Unless you want to be bulldozed over again," she adds with a grin.

Lorenzo flips gives up at his attempts to dry the book, and begins to read it from where he left off.

Takaharu laughs "nah, I think one time is enough" he steps to the side, and looks in thought. "May I take a photo of you?"

Trace waltz over "yo squirt"

"Erm, why?" Casey asked, confused. "I'm not famous last time I checked."

Lorenzo yelped, almost dropping his book. He looked up at the girl standing in front of him. "O-oh. Hello," he said, trying to regain his composure.

"I'm on the scavenger hunt, I'm supposed to take a picture of something..." Mumbles the last bit, sheepish.

Tracee grins" I came to apologize for splashing ya"