camppetoskey | WEEK 3

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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[Hands him a dishtowel for his eyebleeding, I guess, that looks kind of concerning?

He really didn't need to see any of the alien porn, though, now even aliens want him to know their canoodling ideas.]

[You're a real bro, Lenka. Lance will take the dishtowel with a grateful smile.]

Thanks. That was a lot to take in, huh.

[He legitimately means the info here, not the porn, but a lack of clarity is a funny thing sometimes.]

I've never seen technology do... any of the things -- any of these things that it's doing.

[He's biting his lip and carefully not looking at the laptop because the last time he saw that amount of tentacles they were literally slapping him halfway across a field. Aragami don't fuck around but also, they come in all shapes and sizes. They also don't fuck, hopefully. You know there's porn of those somewhere.

Anyway, Lenka is very carefully not thinking any of that. He's also carefully not mentioning the fact that they have possible-disc-related rocks inside them that may also possibly be making technology screw them over. Because that's terrifying.]

[After trying to decipher Lenka's expression for a moment, Lance decides this "thinking" thing will go a lot better if he wiped the rest of the blood out of his eyes. He dabs at his face carefully.]

Yeah, I've never seen a laptop that could make you bleed just by looking at a specific text file....

[He sighs.[

I don't think Altean or Okari tech can do that and I've seen their technology do some pretty incredible things before.

[It's definitely a lot easier to talk when one of you isn't bleeding from the eyes! Lenka glances over after a moment now that the coast is clear.]

There are -- issues -- with some of the other files, too.

[The flash drive and all. It's really great to get more headaches on top of the headaches everyone already has from today.]

... What kind of tech would those be? Those two you mentioned.

....What issues?

[He looks at Lenka with some genuine alarm there, which probably just betrays how much this particular incident spooked him despite his attempted nonchalance.]

Uh, you go first. The tech thing is a long story... and I've been meaning to ask you about it too.

It's hard to... figure out how many files there are. It hurts.

[He probably tried pretty hard, and he's a little paler for it, because losing your sense of touch apparently doesn't mean losing eldritch techno-deterrents. Just a PSA for the road.]

What were you going to ask about?

[Lance looks down for a moment. Well at least his instincts about leaving that flash drive the hell alone were right, even if he's still a little sorry that it caused other people pain.]

....Sounds like the epitome of this camp. Too many questions. It hurts.

[He looks back up with a wry smile.]

Anyway, it's about that stone you guys found in Soma's head. Have you guys tried cracking it open? There may be some tech inside it. The Olkari have technology that's designed to integrate directly with living creatures and I'm wondering if that's what's going on there. For all we know, that stone could be acting like a biocompatible flash drive or something.

[Everything here causes pain or terror, it's starting to become a theme. Next the trees are going to come alive and-- well, let's not give ourselves (or the mods) too many ideas.

Lenka nods back at him, equally a little wry, but he quiets down in a moment to think over the question. And maybe he'll have to... bring up their suspicions after all.]

... No. We haven't tried cracking it yet. I was thinking about comparing it to the video discs we keep getting -- the ones with Red in them. I think they're the same material, so...

[So, it's not all that far off from what Lance is suggesting. It's just terrible to think about, given what they've learned lately.]

[Lance nods.]

Right. I was telling Eddie about this... [Pause.[ trying to tell Eddie about this, but it looks like they're using some tech similar to what we had on the Castle of Lions that allowed us to extract memories and information from people's brain and turn it into computerized data that can be manipulated.

[A sigh.]

I don't want to think that's what's going on though.

[...]

Do you remember, when we were talking about the possibility of everyone having that sort of material... rock... in them on Monday? Chuuta told me that Drew noticed it on the inside. Not just in the brain.

[Now you can't turn back from the body horror abyss. Enjoy that.]

So the discs being created from living people -- it's possible.

[It's way too probable.]

[Lance is quiet for a long moment after this. Alien porn continues to play in the background, but not even the tentacles and whatever else is going on is really a sufficient distraction from the sheer amount of ???? going on in Lance's head.

The words "that's not funny, Lenka" come to mind as a knee jerk response, but he knows Lenka doesn't joke. Not about something like this anyway. So he just... slowly puts his hand to his head and closes his eyes.]

So we're all....

[Stone zombies? Infected? Potentially not even really themselves anymore? As much as he wants to say that can't be right, he knows trying to argue against isn't going to get them anywhere productive. If that is the case, then it's best to accept it and do something about it as soon as possible. But all the same, he's still going to say it.]

That's not funny, Lenka.

... Yeah.

[That serves as a blanket response to everything because it really isn't something that anyone can make better right now, in any way -- it feels like this camp is just an endless litany of bad news, even when they've succeeded at missions and prevented anyone from getting killed. Well. There's something to be grateful for, but it ain't the news.

At this point the alien porn's just been subsumed into the general misfortune of the day.]

If we need to, we can see what we can get from... the others who have died here.

[He doesn't really want to do brain surgery on their resident coral cabinmates, but maybe... ~~a finger~~ a shard or two would be enough. Since they aren't otherwise cooperative. But that might be further down the road.]

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