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

[finalguard]

[ As in... okay, wait a second as this registers and Boa's face changes to offended horror. This is almost as bad as when Eddie told him the frogs want to procreate!! Aaaaaah. ]

Nononono, that's not it. That's not it at all. B-e-y. Not... not that.

[particlebarrier]

[That makes Lance laugh. Tiny kids being flustered. Aww.]

Okay, but that still doesn't explain why they're called beyblades if they don't have blades.

[finalguard]

The outer ring is metal. I assume that has a lot to do with it.

[ He actually doesn't know the origin of the name himself.... Otherwise he'd have educated Lance that the 'bey' comes from the Japanese word beigoma. Alas, Boa has no idea. ]

[particlebarrier]

...You don't know do you.

[finalguard]

......

[ CAUGHT. ]

Look, the sport has been around for a while, I don't need to know this.

[particlebarrier]

[SNORT.

But okay, fine he'll back off on that one. Not like he really knows why Voltron is called Voltron either, other than the fact that this is .. just how it is.

But what he's not backing off of?]

Did you just call it a "sport"?

[finalguard]

[ Boa's face falls further, if that was even possible anymore. ]

... yes. Because it is, for your information.

[particlebarrier]

Not really all that convinced that spinning a top counts as a sport there, Boa. Sports require this thing called "athleticism."

[finalguard]

Yes.

[ Pause as he gives Lance a very unimpressed stare. ]

What did you think I was working out every day for?

[ Lance probably saw Boa around running laps and doing push-ups etc. ]

[particlebarrier]

Not running laps and doing push ups to spin a top better that's for sure.

[A beat.]

Figured you were trying to impress your uh... buddy. Shortsuru,

[finalguard]

[ For a moment Boa's face is totally blank because the nickname doesn't immediately register as a person to him. Then it does and he's just......... ]

Just what are you implying?! [ He bristles in a kind of flustered way. ]

Of course it's for Beyblading!

[particlebarrier]

Riiiight 'cuz you really need to upper body strength, a toned core and strong legs to spin a toy.

[He's just going to shake his head. What do you take him for A FOOL?]

[finalguard]

[ Boa rolls his eyes and now he has his launcher in hand and places his Beyblade in it. ]

Go... shoot!

[ Embarrassing battle cry aside, the Beyblade does shoot off the launcher like greased lightning, lands on the floor with ease and... goes straight for the leg of a bench.

CRACK. That was wood splintering as it's being effortlessly broken apart by a spinning top. This did not significantly slow down the Beyblade, which crashes into the other leg of the same bench to - CRACK - repeat the process.

The Beyblade is still spinning, though a bit weaker, and Boa goes to pick it up, then glare at Lance. ]

If you have any more questions pertaining to my strength, go ahead.

[particlebarrier]

[Okay, well that's... a little unexpected? Lance raises an eyebrow as the bench collapses. He might even be a tiny bit impressed all things considered, buuuuut.]

Huh. That's pretty neat. But no offense, Boa.... it looks like the launcher is doing the hard work here.

[finalguard]

[ Boa just wordlessly pulls out a second Beyblade from his pocket (no way he is handing away his own) and hands Lance launcher and Beyblade. ]

Try it, then.

[particlebarrier]

[Lance is just going to give Boa a raised eyebrow and laughs.]

Do you carry around a second set of those just in case the first ones get lonely? Aw.

[But okay, fine if this is a challenge, he's not backing down from that. So he grabs the launcher and beyblade, tries to put the pieces together and most importantly strikes a Cool Guy Pose, He takes aim at the bench and... oh what was that thing Boa said before launching? Something lame. He'll go with:]

Sharpshotin' lets go!!

[Aaaaand it's off! The beyblade lands on the ground, grazes the wooden bench and then sputters onto its side.]

[finalguard]

[ Boa watches that carefully and... that... actually wasn't so bad? For a first launch?

So for a moment, he's just staring at Lance with something that is equally horror and intrigue. Then he catches himself. ]

... launcher doing all the work, sure. See my point yet?

[particlebarrier]

[Fortunately for Boa, Lance just completely misses this horrified awe he's inspiring, because he's frowning at the launcher -- like hello, are you defective or something why didn't you do the thing??]

No...? I think Stan just ripped you off for this one.

[finalguard]

[ Now Boa stares at Lance in disbelief again, but for a completely different reason. ]

... really. That's what you elect to believe? Is it really so hard to comprehend that the strength you put into executing the launch movement might simply impact your actual launch?

[particlebarrier]

Yeah. That doesn't make any sense. The launcher is what's propelling the bae, not your muscles.

[DID YOU NEVER STUDY PHYSICS,BOA. :|]

[finalguard]

And my muscles are what is moving the launcher....?

[ LOOK, in his world this is how shit works, he is just so not following you. ]

[particlebarrier]

[... well, at the very least Lance isn't Pidge or Hunk so Boa's not getting a lecture on newtonian physics, but he IS getting a Doubtful Look.]

I'm preeeeetty sure that isn't how it works.

[But he'll give the launcher another look and pick up the beyblade.]

I'm trying this again.

[SO HERE HE GOES MAKING A FOOL OUT OF HIMSELF WHILE EVERYONE ELSE IS TRYING TO HAVE A SERIOUS CONVERSATION.....]

Sharpshootin' let's GO!

[Because apparently yelling the phrase will help, even if the muscles don't (???) The boy wonder manages a similar feat, where the top lands correctly, grazes the bench and just... topples over. /sadtrombone.mp3]

...Man.

[finalguard]

[ Those are pretty solid standing launches and Boa is just... really frustrated by the fact that Lance manages to pull them off. Maybe the sharpshooting part (dumb as it sounds) isn't... that off? Disturbing thoughts. ]

Are you getting it yet?

[ He'll just watch Lance try this as many times as it takes tbh. ]