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camppetoskey2018-06-10 11:03 pm
WEEK 2
Sunday passes rather uneventfully, giving everyone a much-needed rest after that emotional trial. The weather even holds out until Sunday night, though clouds can definitely be seen across the lake by Sunday evening. Come Monday morning, those clouds loom overhead, grey and full of rain.
A storm is brewing.
But that's not the only thing thing that is changing about camp. Most of the RVs have changed in the RV park as well. Some families have left, others have arrived. They all have the same cold and distrustful nature as the last group, though. Additionally, if anyone tries to play the Wii, they will find that Soma and Lillith's Miis have disappeared. How odd.
Pastor Dan's absence is probably the biggest change, though. Without him around, there's nobody left tending to the chapel, and there's one less adult to keep an eye on the kids. Behave yourselves, everyone! But interestingly enough, the chapel seems to have been cleaned up from the mess left in there on Friday. It looks as pristine as the day everyone arrived at camp. Interesting.
But most importantly, the real stakes are now known. This camp is not a normal camp, and things are probably only going to get worse from here. There are only seven weeks left, but survival is not guaranteed. Knowing that, what will you do?
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That bastard escaped into the forest, yo.
[ He couldn't catch up ]
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Of course it did. We're powerless against the moose.
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[ Yuuup. That will definitely go well. ]
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[ Listen if you get yourself moose-killed that makes the pool of potential murder victims smaller and thus lessens the survival chances of everyone else, so like.. can you not? ]
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[ Take it as a good sign that he's actually considering what Boa has to say. He plops down at the edge of a bed. ]
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[ Hmmm.... Maybe Nine... has a point? Maybe? Can it be? ]
We've never actually seen how it reacts to ordinary injuries, have we?
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[ Which gives him some ideas. ]
We'd have to get it to stay still first. Maybe a net?
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[ After having felt its antlers on his arm, he does not underestimate this. ]
But digging a pitfall isn't quick and variable enough.
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[ Maybe they should just poison it. ]
Do you know what moose even eat?
[ Meese? Moosi? ]
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[ He's totally guessing. ]
Maybe they like carrots, like horses.
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It might. He wasn't exactly a normal lifeform either. But the moose probably knows better than to eat that stuff.
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Maybe if we mix it into something it can't resist.
[ It's a good idea right? ]
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[ Boa chews his lip in thought. ]
This one also doesn't require us to go close to the moose, which is my biggest concern...
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[ A pause and then he shakes his head. ]
If we can trust her, yo.
[ He's still wrestling with this. ]
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[ That's an immediate answer. ]
Even Stan seems like a more reliable source for wildlife answers here.
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Yeah, let's talk to Stan. He's a lot more fun anyways, yo.
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[ Boa sighs. ]
Makes him less useful most of the time, but more useful in this case.