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camppetoskey2018-06-18 10:09 am
WEEK 3
Another Sunday, another day to rest and recover after trial. The weather is now uncomfortably hot and humid after all the rain - perfect swimming weather, if what happened during the execution didn't put you off from swimming for a good long while.
As before, The RV's have changed, but it might not be the best idea to go and bother them after last week's...well, mistake. Maybe give it a week to rest. Additionally, if anyone tries to play the Wii, they will find that Chloe, Talcott, and Sayama's Miis have disappeared - as well that the machine itself is spitting out some strange music at the home screen and the Mii channel. The games seem unaffected by the musical change, at least - and there's now a copy of Mario Party 9 ready to be played alongside Wii Sports. Try not to murder each other or fling the wiimotes into the tv, alright?
The rest of the camp is the same as always, though now fishing equipment is always left out near the lake and beach, and there's a taped on sign on the slope railing declaring 'DO NOT LEAN ON.' Looks like they finally noticed the hazard that thing could potentially be. The kitchen has been fully scrubbed, the faint scent of lemon wafting in the air. Hm.
Two weeks have gone by, and with it, 6 of your fellow campers are gone. There are only six weeks left - six long weeks, and your chances of making it out dwindle all the time.
Knowing that, what will you do?
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[He thinks there are suspicions, whispers and theories since he'd spoken to Mitsuru (red) last week, but nothing they can work with. Not yet. And while the moose is important it's not the primary reason he's thinking about traps and defenses. After this weekend... even after this weekend he doesn't want to see divisions between the cabins deepen.
But.
There are more enemies out there, on every side. Hunters. Monsters from the lake. Wherever that coral had come from, even though it's already made its way inside, smiles at them with blood-red lips and serves up blood-laced scones.]
But if it doesn't work on the moose... maybe it'll work on something else. Cabin 3 made me think of it. Last week.
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[ Marisa's hands tighten on the fabric of her pjs, holding herself a little closer. ]
...I'll see what I can do. If it can't keep somethin' out, I can at least make an alarm system.
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[He notices her motion and and evens out his voice a little to compensate; there's no real way to make the topic less alarming, and he still isn't all the way back to being any kind of reassuring after this weekend. But he can try.
Even if not knowing how or when or why they're going to be dealing with moose sightings is something that's going to keep him up at night a lot more. This isn't heavyhanded retroactive foreshadowing or anything.]
But an alarm should help. We have enough people in here who can fight and defend... We just need a better perimeter.
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[ She was wondering, but that answers that. ]
I'll try somethin' later. I--
[ She looks down at her hands, they're shaking a little. Shaking hands do not equal successful magic. ]
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[At least so far. They have a long way to go and a lot more trauma to weather until they find the true range of moose-shaped terror. For the moment, though, he shuffles a little closer. Because he can see the trembling and while he isn't all that good at comfort, he can sit a little closer in solidarity?]
Don't worry about it now. I think enough of us are up.
[They won't need a warning system when everyone's already been warned to within an inch of their lives.]
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Yeah. Yeah, I think that woke most of us up, haha... [ shaky laughter, definitely not her usual cackling ]
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Well... I guess we learned something. But we're all still here.
[So all in all... not the worst fiasco they've had. He can live with that. So to speak.]
And your magic can affect things in the forest.
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[ she sighs ]
When I was a kid I used to not like the woods, because ya never know what's hidin' in the trees. But then I moved into a forest when I was older, I've been livin' there for almost ten years--
[ ..... ]
--but it's almost like I'm a kid again. That bad feelin' of the unknown.
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[Red had definitely hinted at that, at some point, and it's a pretty obvious conclusion just going off of how forbidding the forest continues to be. He's not sure how many things in there aren't trying to kill them. He's started eyeing the trees with more than a little suspicion, now and then.]
This forest... we don't really have forests at home. Anything that looks like trees is probably an Aragami. [there's something almost wry about it] It was hard to trust forests.
[And, well, then he ended up here.]
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[ AS FAR AS SHE KNOWS 'ARAGAMI' JUST MEANS A REALLY POWERFUL GOD....... ]
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[They pretty much call them gods anyway! And some sections of the population definitely ended up worshipping them, because dysfunctional post-apocalyptic society.]
We don't have... a lot of real trees.
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Why do they look like trees, then?
[ not even questioning the "fighting a god" part tbh ]
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They probably have a considerable garden-greenhouse-something-or-other going on in their cabin by now, between them and Gonta and whoever else had a thing for gardening. Hey, it keeps things fresh when you have this many teenagers in the same space.]
Ah, Aragami take on the forms of things they devour. They devour plants, too.
[So it's kind of like if god was Kirby, but Kirby could nom literally anything from gorillas to grenade launchers.]
We... used them as protection. They kept other Aragami out.
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Used, as in past tense?
[ WHAT COULD POSSIBLY HAVE GONE WRONG ]
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[He'd inadvertently started using the past tense when it came to back home.
Possibly because at some point he'd started accepting the possibility that he wouldn't be back for a while, if ever. Death peeks around every corner here, fleet-footed and soft-fingered, and despite all his idealism there's a part of him that recognizes reality. They'll look for a way out of here.
They'll have to sacrifice to find it. But for tonight... they've managed to sacrifice a doll. Go team.]
I don't know which forest is more dangerous.
[The one here is a lot less friendly somehow even when it doesn't try to eat you.]
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[That's a touch sheepish. He kind of did decimate the forest a little in the first week; it's probably sheer luck that the trees weren't actually man-eating monsters hellbent on planetary destruction. Seems fake that he has that much luck on him, though, especially that week. He's still a little wary regardless.
And yet his future contains more wanton logging. Go figure.]