The RV hookup is busted, but there's a space in the group reserved side

You switch Mary into Lindsay's little car to act as navigator and drive ahead of you in the RV as the pink of sunset starts to fade to blues and grays. The walkie-talkies are still good and have a steadier signal than your phones, up here in the hills.

The turnoff for the RV park is easy, even in the fading light, but you end up in a spot where the the hookups aren't working, and you don't want to run the generator, especially not in a park close to other folks, and a distance from a fill-up.

In the RV camp office and mini market, you complain to the park manager.

"I don't have another site," the manager says. She comes across as some kinda librarian and lumberjane cross, with pointy framed glasses on a chain, a red plaid flannel shirt, boots and beat-up overalls. Cute, really. Coulda been a Duluth Trading Company model. "Everything else is reserved."

Another camper, a fellow wearing a hat, a chunky woven cotton blanket like a poncho, and a pair of sandals, hears your complaint to the park manager. He leans in and says, "We had a no-show in our group. There's a space with working hook-ups next to us."

"Your side of the camp is a group reservation," the manager objects. "And, and, and..." she sputters.

"Just letting you know there's an open spot with working hook-ups. And you're welcome as always, Lyla. Good evening!"

He takes his bag full of mini mart cookies and heads out through the door on the other side. In the draft from the swinging door, the tail of his blanket flutters up and shows he's not wearing anything under it.

You get the story from the manager.

"Greg does have nice buns," Lyla admits, pink-cheeked. "And they're a great group, come here every year, always pay on time, never any trouble. But that was rude of him to leave it to me to explain."

You start chuckling as she describes the group who have the group RV camp section reserved.

"So how easy is it to move us over if the ladies are okay with it?" you ask.

"Just roll on over and I'll open the gate to the group camp," she says.

"All right then, let me lay it on my boss, I mean, my wife, and our guest, I don't think they'll be bothered."

You head on back to the fancy RV that you're junketing over to its new owner to see what Mary and Lindsay think of moving to the group site full of these particular weirdos.

One Page Oracle, Set the Scene.

You're heading to a spot in the state park to camp overnight with the RV and Lindsay's car.

Scene Complication: an NPC acts suddenly.
Who and why? 4 of Hearts, Tradesman (social); Jack of diamonds, to fulfill a duty (technical). -> Greg stepping up to offer a hookup site.