this is camp

Charles Sanderson arrived at lunch yesterday looking like that. What had happened? Well, Outpost was involved in some kind of themed activity and it ended with Charles looking like this. His only comment was, "I really don't like the smell of mustard." Otherwise, he came in to the dining hall, sat down at the directors' table, got himself a big plate of mac & cheese (its color matching some of the food sticking to his shirt and face and hair), and began to eat as if nothing about the scene was unusual. No one made any sort of comment. Just went about their business, checking to-do lists, conferring with counselors who came over to the table, etc. That's camp. That's it to a T. Where really, really unusual things happen as a matter of course. Camp.