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

[trashmouthtozier]

Uhhhh, a few. I mean - a couple for me, a couple for you ... and I figure Ren and Nine probably aren't going to be thinking about getting themselves food.

[he makes a glum little face]

I also thought maybe Chuuta or Boa might wanna try one since they've probably never even heard of Fluff before, and that's like, a criminal fucking offense.

[itsagazebo]

[He nods]

Good idea. I'll help you carry 'em over.

[He snags a spoon and dips it into the fluff, followed by the peanut butter, getting a little of each. Satisfied, he pops it into his mouth. He talks with his mouth full of delicious like a heathen.]

They're really missing out.

[trashmouthtozier]

[only the best of heathens. Richie grins at him - this is another one of those stolen moments that feels like Derry again, and it seizes his heart, making a warm, tingly feeling spread through him all the way down to his toes in a rush. it steals his breath for a moment, before he remembers himself, and his grin just widens]

Thanks.

[for half a second, he wants to hug him, even though they're in the middle of sandwich delivery. so he settles for just nudging their shoulders together]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie tosses the spoon in the sink (from far enough away that he doesn't have to look at the drain and get flashbacks of blood and bone...) and gives Richie a light shove, grinning like nothing bad had happened at all the past 2 weeks.]

Thanks for what? Helping you carry 'em so you don't drop 'em all and end up giving our friends fucking peanut butter, fluff, and dirt sandwiches?

[Seriously? Why is Richie being so weird?!]

We should find somewhere to eat that isn't... here.

[trashmouthtozier]

We could take 'em outside and have a picnic. I've got some tickets left, we could get a couple bags of chips. And some soda. We can bring ice out from the freezer so it's not all warm and nastyass.

It'd be just like going to the quarry.

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie smiles]

Hey, yeah, that's a great idea! I have some tickets to throw in, too. We'll make the best of this place, right?

[trashmouthtozier]

You're like, the Scrooge McDuck of tickets, dude. [he grins] C'mon, let's do this.

[itsagazebo]

Oh c'mon, I don't have that many! [He laughs]