Yolanda pulled up in her beat up car that she had never bothered to learn the brand name of. She simply called it 'rubbish', harsh yet true. However, it had gotten her to where she needed to be, so she supposed she shouldn't judge it too harshly. Turning the engine off, she peered out the driver's side window at the water that lapped gently at the coastline. A nice enough place, to be sure. Undoing her seat belt, Yolanda opened the door and got out, closing it behind her. Surprisingly, the door gave only a minor protest. A good omen. Perhaps this place would be good for her and dear 'rubbish'. Walking around the dented body, she opened the boot after a brief struggle and retrieved her bags.

Stepping away, she saw a large building which she could only guess was the reception. Yolanda hoisted her bags up onto her shoulders and walked towards the building, muttering curses about the weight; something she only had herself to blame for. Using her foot to open the door, she stepped inside and sidled up to the front desk, which was currently being occupied by a woman. Yolanda didn't care enough to use an adjective, so nondescript was the woman. She decided that she would simply be called 'the woman'. The woman flicked her gaze up to Yolanda and gave a warm and well practiced smile.

"Hello there. What would be your name?" The woman asked in a superficially perky voice. Yolanda gave a faint grimace in response.

"Yolanda Grieg."

The woman arched an eyebrow. "How exotic. And how do you spell that? First and last, if you don't mind."

"Y-O-L-A-N-D-A."

"Mm-hmm."

"G-R-I-E-G."

The tapping of keys quickly subsided and was replaced by the superficial voice. "Excellent. I'll just grab your cabin key - you'll be in cabin five - and map and you'll be all set! Oh, and there is a little meeting going on at the moment, something about a bonfire. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"I'm sure." Yolanda responded dryly as the woman went to retrieve her key and map. All too soon for Yolanda's liking, she returned, practiced smile in place. Handing the items over, Yolanda thanked her and stepped away from the desk to examine the map to find where exactly 'cabin five' was. After a few moments, she felt at least somewhat confident that she wouldn't get lost in the woods and die. That was worse case scenario, anyway. Laughing quietly to herself, she picked up her bags and headed out of the building, turning in what was hopefully the right direction to go to the cabins.

Yolanda was relieved when she found herself standing before a sign which read 'Cabins'. Her arms were getting sore from her bags and she needed to put them down as soon aa possible. Walking onwards past the sign, she spotted the fabled 'cabin five' and headed towards it, setting her bags down on the steps as she inserted the key into the lock and pushed open the door. Paying no mind to whether there was anyone in there, Yolanda retrieved her bags and all but threw them in.

A bonfire. That's what the woman had said. Yolanda glanced around; it did seem strangely vacant for the cabin area. She cursed aloud at the stupid woman. There's a bonfire - yeah, good times. But where was it? Sighing, she glanced down at her map. There was a rec center. Well, if there was ever a place fot a bunch of kids to meet...

Yolanda heaved another sigh as she closed and locked the cabin door and pocketed the key. Following the map to a building she guessed was the right one - and the growing sound of voices seemed to confirm this - she found herself among a crowd of youths. A few were chattering about the aforementioned bonfire and something about a tour. 'Always trust your instincts', she thought with a wry smile. She was in the right place.