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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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Don't cut yourself. Fuck, that would suck. What if the glass was all infected with octopus germs and you got some weird sea virus?
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Huh? Man, I was going to give it to Kibbles as an offering.
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I don't think you should try feeding Big Blue. [are they still arguing about this name; he probably knows Lance is hard of hearing at this point so he even says it nice and slow] Usagi would cry.
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I wasn't going to hand-feed Kibbles. [So yes, they are in fact still arguing about this name.] Can't we just find Usagi a new pet? A nice squirrel or something.
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[he shrugs. this bucket of water is getting heavy, and he is Switzerland in the Lake Cat Name War of 2018]
We should probably start looking before he, I don't know, runs out of air.
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[He says this with a perfectly straight face so it's entirely possibly he's been taken in by Usagi's cephalopod headcanon sob story. Or his face is just like that. Lenka nods down at the bucket after a moment.]
If you find Frank... the bucket should help.
[... He also hands them some dishtowels, like those will help too.]
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[He looks from Lenka to Richie back to Lenka.]
And why do I have to hold the bucket? I didn't sign up for- aah [As he steps away to go put the bucket down, his foot slips on the water that's on the ground. Hope nobody needed a bath or anything....] -
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[Honestly he has no fucking clue, why are y'all still trying to ask him about the octopus he doesn't know Frank from Ferris Bueller. Lenka is about to point out that they all have buckets when Lance discovers the state of the flooring--]
Ah--
[Why couldn't he get a bath after the murderkittens, Lance.]
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But for the purposes of this little exchange, Lance really just looks sheepish as hell.]
Sorry. Really sorry.
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Lenka wipes a little hair out of his eyes and shakes his head after a moment.]
... It's fine. If we're looking for Frank, we won't stay dry, anyway.
[Did you know octopi really love to splash you if you bug them in their tanks too much? Someone learned this lesson (or rather, failed to learn it and learned exactly how a displeased octopus spends its time).]