[Those of you passing through the center of camp may notice a Norse god dressed in a Chippendale's outfit carrying something towards the lake. It helps that he's shouting.]
BEHOLD!! My
creation! [It also helps that what he's carrying is 80 feet long, and he's holding it over his head with one hand.]
Well met, my campground compatriots! It hath come to my attention that once more have our ranks verily been swelled by those newly come to the encampment. 'Tis but fitting and proper that we each do what we may to provide a suitable welcome to those fresh faces in our midst.
And lo! Fate and fortune alike hath smiled 'pon us, for by happy chance today is both the day I have completed a project which hath occupied much of my time--and much of the supplies in yon Arts and Crafts Hut, besides!--and 'tis also that most auspicious and celebrated of weekdays--THURSDAY!
In light of this unique convergence of welcome circumstances I pray thee--come, and accompany me to the waterfront, so that I might properly celebrate the launch of my creation. 'Twould bring me great pleasure indeed.
((OOC--Well... Happy Thorsday. Yes, Thor's built himself an authentic Viking longship. Why? Eh... he's a Norse god with a lot of time on his hands, and everyone needs a hobby. Come, mingle and mock and make merry, if you so desire. Also, he's wearing tight leather pants and no shirt, and for some of the ladies that's gotta be worth something, right?
Edit: Out for the night, will pick up later!))