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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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[All spoken in a series of meows and purrs that sound like a cat talking in the middle of a storm.]
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I DON'T WANNA PLAY! PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!!!!!
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[Gonta seems to be having a decent time talking to the cats in cat language.]
Gonta's friend not toy either! Gonta knows where we get better toy that no break so easy!
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Find out what kind of toy they want, I can go get something ...
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Eds, lookit me. Lookit me, okay? It's - we're gonna get you safe.
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He stops screaming, trying to focus on not being choked by his shirt. His eyes are all on Richie.
SAVE HIM, RICHIE!!!]
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C'mon. I gotcha, you're okay ... shit, Jesus, fuck, Eds, I'm so sorry ...
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[The Kitten promptly drops eddie and bounds over to Gonta, purring furiously as it bounces around in front of him.]
Where??? Where??
[The other Kitten is busy eating frank, fyi.]
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[Eddie hits the ground and his immediate instinct is to run.... but he doesn't want the kitten to think this is a new game and chase him. So he freezes on the ground, not sure what to do next.]
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He's going to jump over to grab Eddie. Is Richie running there too? ]
Come on, yo.
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Thanks, Nine.
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Get me the fuck out of here!!
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What the hell? Are you guys trying to give me a heart attack?
[ Also pls save any smooching until after Nine puts you down ]
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I... I... oh my fucking God! I thought they were gonna... I thought...
[His voice cracks and he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to keep the tears at bay]
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[he puts his arms around Eddie and pulls him close...
... and ...
nothing. that reassuring warmth, the pressure, none of it registers. he pales.]
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Hey, it's okay. You guys were doing your best, yo.
[ He's going to kneel in front of them. He feels bad. ]
You're fine. You're both fine.
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But oh geez, now it's half-blind Tarzan against watery behemoth cat. Hm...
Oh! Nine brought something! Gonta ties the cape to the non-pointy end of the spear before he addresses the cats.]
Okay! See red thing? Gotta catch red thing!
[He waves the cape-stick in the air like a flag. If the cat starts to swipe at it, Gonta will run as fast as he can. Gotta make the kitty work for it!]
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He didn't get a great look last time, coughs.
Lenka looks between the toy Gonta's just concocted and the meat they've just brought and comes over with the bucket.]
These might help. To lure them.
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It doesn't seem like a very good idea now, but he'll hold off on tossing it to the cats and away from his body for now. ]
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The other has finished off Frank...and sniffs the air, before leaping and pouncing on poor Boa to get that meat.
Bad choice dudes]
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[HE HEARD LEAPING AND HE CAN'T DO ANYTHING BECAUSE HE'S GOT HIS HANDS FULL TIRING THE PLAYFUL KITTEN. HELP.]
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... also please don't eat his chest. ]
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Operation: Distract Kitten with a Faceful of Meat, Y/N??]
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Look, you're going to have to ask for her help this time if you want it.]
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Hey, what's with all the screaming out -
[Looks at the lake kittens.
Looks at Boa covered in meat.
Looks at Gonta holding a spear and playing with them.]
.....You know what? Never mind!
[Annnnnnd he's going right back inside, #bye]