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camppetoskey2018-06-16 07:53 pm
trashmouthtozier) wrote in camppetoskey2018-06-16 07:53 pm
POST-TRIAL LOOSE ENDS & SHARING
[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.
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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You do...?
[ Boa looks genuinely impressed and immediately scoots closer to hear out the answer. ]
b.) generally around and open to all
[ Boa doesn't look that terrible anymore compared to Friday or even earlier in the trial. He's not talkative but his expression as he looks into the campfire is calm and pensive. ]
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THANK YOU for bringing this up
I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT
IT HAS ARRIVED
/CONFETTI!!!
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[ Cielo is looking like very hot garbage, still in his Embryon clothes. Does he ever take them off? It is a mystery. He probably washes them, though.
He looks... super lost in thought. If you wanna bug him about something else, he's just sitting cross-legged, a hand propped up against his chin, staring at the fire.
He, uh... he hasn't moved the whole time. ]
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I hope you enjoy them, there's raisins, and cranberries, and blueberries.
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[Looks like Lenka actually taught him something! That something is fetching food for the others. He'll dump some of the snack foods that require 0 preparation at the campfire, as well as a few bottles of water.
He'll also immediately take some for himself, but. Gotta look out for yourself, right?]
B. He's Here, I Guess
[Otherwise, he'll listen to what Richie has to say and generally continue looking mildly disappointed but mostly over it, because he's quickly adjusting to the fact that this is just what we're working with here.]
Food
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Food
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food!
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a!
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Really? What is it?
[ obnoxiously peering over his shoulder
let her see]
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[ Once Marisa's gotten her broomstick back, she'll be sitting on it by the fire, staring absently out at the lake. If anyone approaches, she'll say absently: ]
...every weird thing that happens here just makes me wanna find out what's goin' on. Like it keeps lightin' a bigger fire under my butt, yanno?
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This was all your fault, he died because of you, and now everyone's seen your hollow, they're disgusted and afraid of you - Talcott was right to see you as a monster -]
Right before....that day, huh? Ha. Hahaha....
[He laughs, quietly and brokenly, and lapses back into silence.
People will always die because of you.]
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DRV3 Spoilers
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[Kon is still shaken up from the execution, but he's here if anyone wants to talk.]
B
[But later, as it gets closer to night time, Kon has finally processed things enough to feel again.
And he feels angry.]
That ASSHOLE!
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b boop
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b!
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[Eddie wakes up with a start. Cats. And water. And screaming... He chokes down a scream, looking around and realizing he's not in the circle anymore. He's in his bunk. What the hell?]
fuck...
[He drops his face into his hands. He must have fainted and Richie must have brought him here. That's the only explanation. Tears start anew as his mind drifts back to the trial and... everything. He was fairly certain everyone would be at the camp fire like last week but he wasn't ready to face anyone, yet.
He curls into the fetal position and cries.]
A WHILE later.....
[He eventually pulls himself together (with or without help) and decides to make an appearance at the fire to let Richie know he's not dead.
He's thankful for the darkness and fire light to hide the fact that his face and eyes are still red from crying. Sniffing a little, he walks up and plops down somewhere near Richie, holding his knees and looking into the fire]
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a while later
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sorry Eddie
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Play with it, like a toy.
Talcott was screaming for such a long time.
Chuuta's down at the lakeshore, probably too close to the water, throwing rocks.]
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Eventually, he takes out his phone, swiping on it and leaving ashy finger smudges. If someone comes behind him they might see him looking at pictures of people. Mostly kids his own age, but a few people specifically keep showing up, and an older man too.
...but if Ren realizes someone is coming close to him he will blankly look up and hold his phone up to... snap a picture of them.]
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[Lenka's missing for a little while this time too, somewhere between the execution and the campfire, but he'll be there at some point, sitting on the ground close to it and staring into it. He's pretty much tucked all the way under his small cape, the one he started wearing this week, and still shivering a little now and then even if he's never shown other signs of being cold while he's been in camp.
His eyes are a little bit red, but other than that he'll just be curled up there quietly. His God Arc is propped up a little ways behind him, because he really does bring it everywhere with him now, no matter what. Sorry.]
II. You Snooze You... Have Got Nothing to Lose
[At some point he's curled back up on the ground and... actually, he's asleep, somehow. It's debatable if anyone will even realize this considering how little he's said or moved here, but you could always try waking him up.]
I
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It's a little after that when Nine shows up with Tal's hat on his head. His pants are still covered in sand from the shore, he's wet in places, and there seems to be something staining his black tank top. He walks over to the fire. ]
Who brought food, yo?
[ His voice is still gruff from the crying. ]
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Eventually, he gets interested in Richie's book.]
... Huh? What you mean?
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However, after a while he suddenly speaks.]
When Red took me away earlier... she made me watch something. There was a weird city, and these... things. I don't know how to describe them. They were like... like mannequins, with these floating eye things, and... machine parts? They were attacking people and turning them into more of themselves.
[He shudders at the memory, then goes quiet again.]
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