CAMP DIAMOND LAGOON is a summer camp unique in two aspects: one, it is only for adults, and two, it’s built around murder.
A pristine getaway tucked into the forests of Maine, this long-closed summer camp has been rebranded and reopened by its new owner. A place for adults to come and forget the stress of their lives, Camp Diamond Lagoon boasts only the best of summer sleepaway camp memories, complete with lake activities, archery, cabin teams, and bonfires – but with a twist.
Capitalizing on the long-standing and deep cultural interest in slasher and horror films, Camp Diamond Lagoon plays on all of the best-known tv, film, and horror story stereotypes to bring a chilling twist to a fun summer time. Complete with mysteries to solve and 100% safe games spent running from masked killers in the woods (don’t forget to sign the waiver!), you’re in for a summer you’ll never forget.
Sure, there are old legends about previous murders, but that was long before Camp Diamond’s time. And absolutely, people tend to leave suddenly and without explanation, but sometimes real life simply calls. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the camp staff’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. There is no real danger or death at Camp Diamond Lagoon, but if you want the time of your life and a couple of thrills – whether you just like the fun or you’re a horror buff, get ready for an experience you’ll remember for the rest of your life!
CAMP DIAMOND LAGOON is a summer camp unique in two aspects: one, it is only for adults, and two, it’s built around murder.
A pristine getaway tucked into the forests of Maine, this long-closed summer camp has been rebranded and reopened by its new owner. A place for adults to come and forget the stress of their lives, Camp Diamond Lagoon boasts only the best of summer sleepaway camp memories, complete with lake activities, archery, cabin teams, and bonfires – but with a twist.
Capitalizing on the long-standing and deep cultural interest in slasher and horror films, Camp Diamond Lagoon plays on all of the best-known tv, film, and horror story stereotypes to bring a chilling twist to a fun summer time. Complete with mysteries to solve and 100% safe games spent running from masked killers in the woods (don’t forget to sign the waiver!), you’re in for a summer you’ll never forget.
Sure, there are old legends about previous murders, but that was long before Camp Diamond’s time. And absolutely, people tend to leave suddenly and without explanation, but sometimes real life simply calls. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the camp staff’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. There is no real danger or death at Camp Diamond Lagoon, but if you want the time of your life and a couple of thrills – whether you just like the fun or you’re a horror buff, get ready for an experience you’ll remember for the rest of your life!
“ i find that better. ” jack tells her through gritted teeth. SURE, his favourite shirt is now stained with the deepest crimson on both sides, and every breath is agony and he thinks that maybe, he’s two seconds from passing out, but at least if he dies that bullet won’t be swallowed up by a wound that closes itself.
if he dies.
is he going to die from this?
he takes another s t u m b l i n g step, one hand pressed firmly against his stomach wound, the other reaching out to grab hold of the iron gate of the closed Bute Park in front of him. the only light that’s shedding some visibility to the scene is a lamppost up above, and night SWALLOWS the rest of cardiff into black.
“ where did he go? ” jack spits out with the pain, his nose wrinkling as he tries to inhale. “ we can’t just let him RUN. ”
WORRIED HANDS continue to reach out to support, to help, and grasp at his shoulders in the attempt. jack cannot die, not permanently – but it makes no difference in the pain he is experiencing now. the BLOOD thick on his skin, seeping into his clothing, covering both pairs of hands now smells hot and metallic; her nose wrinkles despite herself.
❝ he took off into that building there. ❞
AN ACCUSING FINGER stands out against the sky, pointing the way to thei culprit that has wounded her friend. despite the adrenaline and the blood, she’s kept her wits firmly about her; they’re TORCHWOOD. it’s their job to handle these things with grace.
❝ looks abandoned, maybe he’s hopin’ he can hide inside. ❞
HEADING INTO AN ABANDONED BUILDING searching for a violent extraterrestrial wasn’t gwen’s plan for the day, but when was the last time things had gone to plan for her ? and with jack injured –
❝ you stay HERE, i’ll go in after him. ❞
THE LIKELIHOOD of his agreement to that plan was low, but she owed it to him to make an attempt, at the very least.
guilt touches youthful features at the sound of GWEN COOPER’S shriek from across the hub. and yet, lips quirk into an impish expression he’s unable to suppress even when the sound of approaching footfall promises an impending scolding.
❝ did you enjoy your lunch, then? ❞ his voice does not betray his part in what he’s sure had been a surprise his coworker may never forgive him for: a microwave she’d once condemned to the depths of hell for the fact that’d it been re-programmed to shout upon the timer’s ending rather than beep as all others do.
so. he hadn’t rid the earth of a hybrid such as this.
❝ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something. ❞
A BLUNT SHADOW STANDS TALL against the dark, a solitary stance taken against the distant, deepened blue of a nighttime sky most devoid of stars under the pollution of city lights. it is a comforting sight – one known well by those who frequent the area of its existence. a monument watching benignly out over the restless waves of the cardiff bay.
AND OF THE WATER that rush, rush, rushes down its flat faces, only droplets seep into the ground to witness the secrets guarded below. it is quiet in the hub, & the distant sound of the water above is a background unnoticed by the woman seated within the dark. the MIDNIGHT HOUR is long past, & while the city above them sleeps, rest is but a smudgy sight on a distant horizon of wakefulness for GWEN COOPER.
AT HOME, somewhere deep within the city she loves is her husband, nestled beneath a blanket of royal hue, fast asleep in their shared bed. he will have fallen asleep hours ago now; any attempt to remain conscious for her return abandoned long since. she could ( should )go to him, slip beneath the sheltering duvet & allow him to wake with her body wrapped around his in a warm embrace.
INSTEAD, she remains seated in the shadows of a place once foreign, now her second home. the eerie glow of a computer screen lights soft & freckled features in blue, casting shadows until she seems to wear a face not her own.
SHE IS WAITING.
TWO OF THEIR TEAM members have since retired to their own homes, weary & exhausted from a day longer than most would find tolerable; they will repeat the cycle when the sun rises. within the hub, a pair of men still move about. go home, gwen cooper,her captain had ordered, kiss rhys. get some rest. but it is not for him that she waits.
FAMILIAR FOOTSTEPS turn her attention to the balcony above; she knows the cadence & weight of the tread of each member of their family by heart – she need not wait for welsh tones to address her to know it is IANTO JONES who approaches.
❝ figured you’d still be ‘ere. ❞
MOMENTUM TURNS HER, booted feet shoving against the ground to set the chair in which she resides to spinning. despite the reasoning for her overstayed welcome, the uneven smile that quirks her lips wraps a teasing cadence around her words, offering opening banter to what is, they both know, a matter of serious concern to the team’s heart.
❝ yeah ? and you took your sweet time comin’ to see me, then. ❞
GREEN EYES track movement as he descends the steps, adjusting the sit of his clothing over his body. the smirk that touches his expression is unmistakable as he approaches her.
oh hello ! yes, my dog’s name is thor, he’s a rescue puppy who i’ve had for nearly three years. 🥰 he’s got a little scar on his back from before he was rescued, and i call it his superhero mark. he’s a whopping seven pounds and he loves sleeping in my hoodie pocket! mostly he hides under blankets and looks suspicious of everyone (especially his brother), but i’ve gotten a couple good shots of him today!
Hello! Thanks for taking the time to read these, I’m terrible at keeping things brief, so here’s an overview:
OVERVIEW
-18+ only
-Mutually exclusive
-Exclusive with Jack, Owen, & Ianto
-Multiship/multiverse, muse is pansexual and polyamorous -Gotta be drinking that Loving Gwen juice to get past the bouncer (me).
-I think you’re pretty rad, please don’t be afraid to say hey!
Okay, here we go:
THE MUN
Thalia, 25, she/her & they/them. Biracial, bisexual, bipedal. I try very hard to keep politics off my blog since this is a place for me to hide and relax and avoid the world, but if you support Trump, get the fuck outta here right now. I don’t want to be friends with you. CST (GMT -6) timezone. I work a lot, and my schedule is irregular, on top of having a life and two adorable puppies to take care of, so I’m sporadic on here at best.
I shouldn't have to say this, but this is aGWEN-POSITIVE BLOG. This doesn't mean I think she's perfect - in fact, I think she's incredibly flawed. But don't come at me with your Gwen hate, I'm tired of that bullshit.
THE BASICS
This is a multiverse, multiship, mutually-exclusive, 18+ only blog.
I am exclusive with this Jack,this Owen, and this Ianto. This means I'm not interested in interacting with duplicates of those muses. Anyone else in the Torchwood/Doctor Who canon, I am open to, as well as ocs and crossovers.
I don’t write a lot of nsfw on the dash (discord is another matter), but I’m just not comfy roleplaying with minors in any way. This blog will explore dark themes simply based on my my muse and the canon she is from. I’m not opposed to writing dark themes. Basic triggers will be tagged with “trigger //”.
If you need something tagged, please come to me, on anon or off! I want to make your dash a safe and comfy place.
I fucking LOVE ocs. Send me all your ocs (especially your female ocs, I’ll fight anyone who thinks less of them for it). Just….lemme love your ocs (and canons, but – ocs).
THE WRITING
I have a lot on my plate, so a lot of replies will run on a queue. I tend to let asks sit in my inbox for ages, and I apologize for that. I answer in whatever order I have muse for, and when I see an ask/reply, I like it to let you know I have, and then I toss it in my drafts folder. Periodically I may post thread updates to let people know what I have/haven’t dropped.
I definitely prefer plotting, but mutuals are always free to send me an ask, and I’ll try to wing it. If I don’t know how to move forward, I’ll pop by to figure out the basics. If you reply to an ask, please make it into a new post!
If you want to make me a starter, do it. If I reblog a wishlist post – just send the post to me and we’ll do it. I don’t mind using the same sort of basic plot with multiple muses, since each dynamic is unique and develops in new and interesting ways.
THE FOLLOWERS LIST
I follow sporadically, so if you follow and I don’t follow back for a week or so, don’t be discouraged! I try to go through it weekly, but I don’t follow without reading pages, so it may take me a bit to get around to it. I don’t follow back minors, ever, at all. If you follow me for a side blog, feel free to drop me an IM or ask to let me know to look at that when I go through my list! I may not answer because I’m an awkward mess, but know I’ve seen it!
I unfollow for untagged nsfw. I also unfollow for hate (anon or otherwise), bigotry, guilt tripping, incest, and pedophilia. Please let’s be decent people, all right?
THE SHIPPING
Let’s be clear: I love ships. Deep ships, toxic ships, star-crossed lovers, ships that don’t last, ships that last forever, on-again off-again ships. I love them all, and if we’re mutuals, I probably want to ship with you.
THAT BEING SAID, I’m not here for romantic relationships only. Yes, I enjoy them. Yes, I want to write them. But give me mentors and best friends and mortal enemies and frenemies and coworkers and siblings/cousins/found family. I want it all, and anything you throw at me, I’m likely to get really excited about. And if we start a ship or verse or any sort of relationship and you’re not feeling it? Please tell me. I want us both to have fun. Sometimes the most fun you can have is messing up a ship you’ve just begun.
Gwen, generally, is extremely flirty. Flirting and even sleeping with your muse doesn’t constitute a ship, and I would prefer to discuss ships before we take it down that road, even if it’s as simple as “let’s ship”/”hell yeah”.
My Gwen is pansexual and polyamorous. Her canon husband Rhys Williams will exist (as a knowing participant) in all verses as an NPC unless explicitly stated otherwise. In my canon, her affair with Owen happened, but was fully discussed with Rhys prior to their engagement. Gwen fucked up with that, but now practices ethical nonmonogamy with her husband in full agreement and acknowledgement of her other relationships.
THE FORMATTING
I use sub/small text and 85x85px icons. When I reblog your reply, I may change the size of the font to fit it. HOWEVER, I understand that’s not always accessible to everyone, so if you have trouble reading it, understanding it, etc. – again, PLEASE TELL ME. I don’t bite (the muse may), and I really do want to make this as inclusive as possible. I’m a sucker for the aesthetics, but I want to do what I can to make my writing partners comfy.
Please cut your posts! I unfollow for things like uncut posts. Longer than about three replies really grinds my gears, I’m so sorry. If you reply to an ask, please make it into a new post!
THE SUMMATION
I love to plot, please feel free to jump into my ims if we’re mutuals! I can also be reached by mutuals on my discord, disaster bi#2874. I’m usually on there even when I’m not online!
Set during the canon run of Season 2, post-Dead Man Walking and pre-Fragments. Canon compliant except for information regarding Rhys and Gwen's relationship, touched on in the rules and to be expounded upon later.
Set between The New World and The Blood Line. Canon compliant. NOT YET OPEN TO INTERACTION.
About.
main.
appearance.
medical record.
personality
background.
biography.
❝ you care so much you feel as though you will BLEED TO DEATH with the pain of it.❞
General Information
full name. gwendolyn elizabeth cooper aka. gwen, cooper, constable cooper age. 28-31 gender & pronouns. cisgender female, she/her orientation. panromantic and pansexual, polyamorous with a nesting partner (rhys). species. human occupation. field agent at torchwood three residence. cardiff, wales
Appearance
hair. black eyes. hazel complexion. pale, freckled height. 5′7″ build. athletic scars. various faded nicks and cuts from incidents. one burn on her right thumb from an incorrectly held gun she fired. pockmarked scars on right lower abdomen from a shotgun injury. bitemark on left forearm from nostrovite. other various injuries from torchwood missions tattoos. a small tattoo in welsh on her right ass cheek, a small torchwood logo (drunken joke with the team) on her left ass cheek piercings. two in each ear lobe, pierced belly button etc. n/a face claim(s). eve myles
Medical Record
mental. nothing diagnosed. ptsd and generalized anxiety that worsens the longer she stays with torchwood -- not often visible in her daily life physical. nothing of note phobias. n/a eyesight. good to excellent drug use. recreational marijuana use when she was young, nothing since university alcohol use. socially, she is a heavy drinker. she often has a glass of wine or whiskey in the evenings to wind down diet. no particular diet
birth place. swansea, wales ethnicity. welsh parents. geraint cooper and mary whedon cooper siblings. n/a pets. n/a education. graduated university with a degree in criminal justice notable skills. marksmanship (partially applicable in series one verses), hand-to-hand combat, sprinting and distance running languages. english and welsh abilities. n/a, though it has been noted that she has a particularly unique brain, lending itself to both a resistance and aptitude for psychic interaction.
Biography
it is august 16th, 1978, when geraint and mary cooper welcome a beautiful baby girl into the world. LOUD from the beginning and given the name gwen elizabeth cooper, you begin your life as any child would. there is nothing particularly out of the ordinary about you -- nothing to indicate your extraordinary destiny. perhaps the rift in space and TIME you were born above knew, if such things could know. but you did not.
your life is spent away from the rift -- you grow up. you go to school. you learn such normal human things that create the person you are. your father teaches you honesty, your mother empathy. you hear often that you have a heart as big as the sky.
you meet the man who will be the one who holds your open heart in university -- he fancies you from the start, but you don’t see him that way. you’re too busy trying to fend off the affections of your mate andy to consider rhys as anything but a friend.
it surprises no one when you enter the police force. you have ALWAYS wanted to help people, and you do well -- keep your head down, do what’s asked. pc cooper is a title you’re proud to hold. your partner at work is andy, but somewhere in between, rhys has found his way into your heart. oh, it’s not exciting, but it’s simple, and real, and you love him as deeply as you’ve ever loved anyone.
for now.
the rift that reached out to you when you were born has waited long enough, and it is when you are twenty eight that it drags you back into the world it surrounds. you answer a late night call - you’re simply working crowd control on a body when you see them.
TORCHWOOD.
your own curiosity gets the best of you, and you begin an almost obsessive investigation into the covert organization. you see a man die, murdered by an inhuman thing. you find yourself tracking down a man who DOESN’T EXIST. you find torchwood, and they wipe your memory because of it.
the rift still calls.
it takes a near-death experience for them to take interest in you again. you see a man DIE, and he stands up a moment later to save you from the same fate. you watch a woman put the bullet meant for you through her own brain.
it’s that day that you join TORCHWOOD, and you discover what the siren song of the rift has been singing to you since the DAY YOU WERE BORN -- that there is more out there, that the earth is NOT ALONE, and that you were meant to protect it.
the rift is not as kindly as it seems, but it draws you in time and again. your leader tells you that torchwood needs you - you must keep your heart, the heart no rift gave you, the heart that IS YOUR OWN. there is the empathy that YOU have nurtured that torchwood needs. you will protect the earth, but you will protect torchwood from itself.
if you can keep your own heart. the love affair you begin with torchwood is so much more INTENSE than anything rhys can offer -- than anything else this world can offer you. how are you to keep your heart if the very thing that needs protecting has stolen it ?
