camppetoskey | WEEK 3

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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So, you don't remember the moose at all.

[That's a little different from Lillith -- but at the same time, Sayama's case had been different from every other case they know of. An outlier, perhaps, like Soma. In a different direction. Lenka watches him and keeps talking to try to drown out the singing, the presence of the others.

He doesn't want to stay long, like this, but considering this morning he can't walk away, either.]

That was the second time we've seen the moose. I don't know what it wants.

[Why are you so fixated on this animal?]

If it's coming into the camp, then it's probably food. Though there should be plenty out there at this time of year.

Unless someone is leave food out for it? [He narrows his eyes at that.]

[It's more like the animal is fixated on them. When a moose tramples one of your cabinmates and then casually teleports nearly on top of you it tends to leave an impression. Lenka tilts his head and thinks for a moment. He's answering a zombie far too seriously at this point.]

... I don't know what moose eat.

[What do moose eat. He's pretty sure the knowledge won't actually help them all that much, considering what it just ate last night.]

They're herbivores. Plants... Anything that's growing, they can eat.

[If Lenka were the type for really dark humor, this is the part where he'd have to stop and think about exactly how and in what fashion the campers are growing. But since he's a bit too straitlaced or at least still a bit too stubborn for that... We'll go with Option B.]

... It eats dolls, too. And it kills people.

[He doesn't really want to think about the moose munching on... anybody. It's not like they'd know, with the ones who got dragged into the forest. They're better off not knowing, maybe.]

[Shrug.]

Any animal will kill a person if threatened and they're able. Of course, it can easily run away here so that isn't an issue.

None of us have threatened the moose.

[Except, possibly, Marisa -- but in that case, oddly, nobody had been killed. The moose had contented itself with... taking away the doll? He doesn't understand how things like that work. Maybe it had been the magic. Maybe it had been sheer luck.]

... What do you last remember?

[He doubts it will be helpful, like with Lillith, but might as well ask.]

Then it'll be fine.

[He leans back into his pew.]

Remember? Was the party that good that I don't remember it, or the planing of it...Couldn't be. Something like that would be against the rules.

[It won't be fine, any of it, but Sayama won't have to deal with that this week. And judging by Lillith's reactions, they're probably in a mutual ceasefire and ignore agreement with the moose, or whatever passes for that in the creepy coralform side of things.]

We haven't had any parties.

[They're a very boring and sad and uninspired lot. The zombies are going to have to take up the slack here.]

But you didn't answer me. What do you remember, before this morning?

Even someone like you follows the rules?

[It gets him a stare. Then a bright smile as he jumps out of his chair.]

Ah you mean before I woke? I'm glad you asked. I had the most wonderful dream. Shinjou was here, both of them! And they were only wearing my shirts- But I cannot say anymore here.

Even someone like--

[Okay, it's not like Lenka can refute the fact that he tends to kick rules in the teeth -- whether intentionally or otherwise, especially here -- but it feels obscurely more unpleasant to have one of the coral people point out possible shortcomings. He trails off into grumbling for a moment, but...

Is it really worth it to argue with a zombie. Honestly. He almost misses the rest of the implications Sayama manages to squeeze in.]

... That's not what I meant. I didn't know people like you could dream.

[Also he really didn't need to know that. What is it with everyone telling him their canoodling fantasies lately??]

People like me? How rude. I'm a perfectly normal boy with a vivid imagination. It's so grand that I am told that I have crafted a world of my own.

[He looks proud at that, letting his eyes slide shut. There's not even a frown.]

You’re dead, Sayama.

[He doesn’t really mince words with that — it’s easier, now that there are more of the coralforms, even if none of them are all that helpful despite their numbers. Lenka doesn’t comment on Sayama’s inner world; at this point it’s a world that all of the coralforms are creating together, and he might as well... share it with his coral fellows rather than the living. If that’s a thing.

He hasn’t yet had a chance to observe how they interact with each other apart from the singing, and isn’t so sure he wants to.]

Now...That's just cruel. Or is it a threat? Don't try to break the rules like that, you'll ruin the others' fun.

[Okay, that gets a frown as his eyebrows pinch together.]

... I wouldn't break that rule.

[It's soft, carefully said, but he's paying attention; the fact that the coral creatures can at least acknowledge death rather than talking about pranks might be a step forward. It might not. It might just be Sayama being Sayama.]

And it's not a threat. People die here. That's a fact.

People die everywhere. Statistically you're more likely to die going on a date in the city than here though. Especially if you have the same taste in girls as Kaku...

[Chisato is scary.]

Statistically you're more likely to die here. We've lost five, now.

[It might be a bit more forceful than merited -- even though maybe there's some merit to the idea that taste in partners or at least the mere idea of having taste in partners could factor into death flags, right? Right. But Lenka's going to ignore that part because he's got a single track mind.

And he's tired of dancing around that with dead people.]

Just because none of you want to remember it doesn't mean it isn't real.

What are you talking about? Everyone's still here.

[Now you're just being dumb. Even Kaku isn't this bad at making stuff up.]

And that's rude. I have the best memory and grades in my class.

You're not here with us. Neither is Soma. Lillith. Talcott, Chloe. This isn't your class.

[But this is certainly entering venting his frustrations at a literal brick wall territory, so he takes a deep breath and just... shakes his head.]

There are things you don't remember, or don't talk about. What will you do now?

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