POST-TRIAL LOOSE ENDS & SHARING

[trashmouthtozier]

[that night, after a KO'd Eddie has been brought back to Cabin 3 to recuperate and everyone has scattered, Richie returns to the campfire with a book tucked under his arm, and a flashlight. he's not thinking about bringing supplies for s'mores, or hot dogs, or burgers, or any of that, not this week. so if anyone wants to show up with food, they're welcome. if anyone has appetites.

this week, he's focused on the remnants of a word he scribbled in the dirt earlier, flipping through the book he found on Thursday. he exhales, slowly, looking like he might just be sick all over again, no matter how tired he is. the makeshift scarf Cielo made him is draped over his shoulders to keep away any evening chill]

Oh, God. I ... I know what they said, you guys.

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[trashmouthtozier]

... That sounds better than what you said in the cabin on Wednesday, at least.

[he'll take it. have a little tired smile]

[killtheanimals]

We have more than half our number again now. They really want to avoid slaughtering all of us at once, it seems.

[Mitsuru why are you like this.]

[trashmouthtozier]

Yeah ... Red said she did something to keep the hunters from killing all of us ... but she still lets ...

[another lump rises in his throat, and he chokes on it for a moment before swallowing it down.]

It doesn't make sense. ... I still say we need more answers.

[pointed look]

And no, asshole, I'm not gonna go ask the moose.

[killtheanimals]

We'll just need to gather as much information as we can, from whoever we can.

[...]

Carefully.

[This is not a jab at Richie, this is a jab at Lenka because he's still not over that.]