WEEK 3

[petoskeymods]

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?

23 CAMPERS REMAIN.

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Comments

[le_mat]

[Ren... can't make himself step away. But can't bear to move forward either. So he just stands there, wanting to throw up.]

[seekingsunrise]

[Talcott frowns, takes another step, hand reaching for Ren's but it's not a soft, quiet innocent squeeze. It's hard, desperate, and there's something almost pained on his face for a moment.]

M-m... [He struggles for a moment to get the word out, eyes closed, brow furrowed, concentrating so so hard.]

Metaverse.

[Renren? Stand up and take notice.]

[le_mat]

...?!

[He moves forward, grabbing Talcott's arms]

Wait- Talcott you remember-?!

[seekingsunrise]

[Ren looks at him, really looks at him and he smiles, something between a grimace and satisfaction. Nothing like the placid smile he's been wearing since yesterday.]

Still here, love. [He winces, tries to move, slams his hand against Ren's chest to curl his fingers around his tags.]

Never forg-

[And then he staggers back a step, hand coming up to his forehead. He makes a soft sound, almost pained but utterly unconcerned. A breath, blinking back up at Ren, that gentle, smile on his face again as he tilts his head.]

Oh? You're grilling? That's lovely.

I might... hmm stay inside. [The hand pinching at the bridge of his nose briefly.] You know how I get when I've had too much sun.

[le_mat]

[Ren is trembling, eyes wide and damp. He had told Nine what he did in the hope, the desperate hope, that their dead friends were at least free.

They are not, at all. His breath stutters with this new horror.]

I... yeah, stay here Tal. Rest up, okay?

[seekingsunrise]

[He smiles, nods his agreement. Before he turns away though he reaches out to give Ren's hand a little squeeze.

And then he slips out of the kitchen, humming softly, smiling that peaceful, clueless smile.]