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]

[okay we don't need the book, we need a toy]

Find out what kind of toy they want, I can go get something ...

[meanwhile]

Eds, lookit me. Lookit me, okay? It's - we're gonna get you safe.

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie tries to look over at Richie, but there's so much fucking going on. All he can think about is what happened to Tal... he's trying SO hard not to panic but when there's a chance he might be fucking killed by a LAKE CAT it's pretty fucking tough.

He stops screaming, trying to focus on not being choked by his shirt. His eyes are all on Richie.

SAVE HIM, RICHIE!!!]

[trashmouthtozier]

[as soon as the cat drops Eddie, no one has to ask Richie twice - he's RUNNING in to help him to his feet. he can see the door to the Lodge opening out of the corner of his eye - the food calvary is arriving]

C'mon. I gotcha, you're okay ... shit, Jesus, fuck, Eds, I'm so sorry ...