Chapter 2: Where the Games Begin
Lazlo took one last look at the front entrance to the tent that practically appeared overnight, it appeared to almost be an inflatable mansion made of heavy cloth tied down with strings and what seemed to be drawn on windows. The front entrance flap looked closed off in Velcro and a welcome mat with the phrase "Invitation only". After looking around behind him, he saw an empty camping ground ensuring the assumption that all the other campers might already be inside and that everyone else got the same invitation.
"Well, I guess now's a good a time as any, who knows, this may even be a new adventure and even some new friends!" Lazlo said in his most expected expression of glee and excitement.
As soon as he stepped through the flap, he saw a small desk with a man sitting down behind it, behind the man appeared to be another flap into another part of the tent.
"Name?" the man in front immediately asked, without even a slight introduction. He wore sunglasses on his head, along with a black tuxedo and a surgeon mask covering his face, giving his voice and one sentence word a bit of a muffle.
"Oh, uh…Lazlo…sir." Taken in without much of an introduction to give the nicely dressed man. "Pleased to meet ya! What kind of activities will we be playing?"
The man appeared to have completely ignored his question and appear to look through a list of names that was on the desk in front of him, he paused for a moment and then cross out his name on the list, and then he appeared to rummage under the desk and pull out a white bag and place it on the desk.
"Good, you're the last camper to arrive today." He pointed to the white bag on the desk. "Take these and proceed behind me, they are the items you will be needing duration of your stay."
Lazlo took this as a bit of a surprise. "So, we won't be going back to our cabins after today?"
The man shook his head, "no, for as long as our project is incomplete you will be living in this facility until then, food, beds and restroom facilities will be provided of course." As Lazlo took the bag in from the desk the man continued to explain. "Before you open the bag you must go into the bathing room and clean up for the activities you will be attending here"
"uhm, alright I can do that!" Lazlo proclaimed as he walked to the front of the door"
When he went through the tent flap, he saw an open room with a low to the ground tub (tall enough only to hide your feet) along with 2 men in the same tuxedo and sunglasses as the man he just met at the front desk.
The room also a had few bottles and what appeared to be run down soap bars with a few hand towels sitting on a small table right next to the small tub.
"Strip." One of the men said as Lazlo was still looking around the room.
