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

[homeecspacecop]

[It feels like a fight, one he's not ready for and would rather have avoided, an opponent in front of him and no one standing behind him. No one to protect, no reason to be here, and--

What are you trying to do?]

[He's an enemy, Chuuta!]

What? [That's what they're feeling, of course, but when Drew says it Chuuta realizes that there's no reason to feel that way. So why does he still feel like Mitsuru is going to try and kill him?

The SPH around Mitsuru dissolves, so someone should probably make sure he's okay and not still in attack mode.]

He's... he wasn't attacking us!

[He was bullying you.]

You've never done anything about bullies before!

[killtheanimals]

[He's back on his feet quickly, one hand curled and brushing over his mouth as though to ensure there isn't really anything binding him any longer. The look in his eyes is definitely what one might charitably refer to as "murderous," but he is not, at the moment, retaliating.

This probably has everything to do with Lenka's presence because that's clear enough where words are only a fuzzy murmur at best to his ears.]

[soylentprotag]

[Chuuta's powers are one big unknown: Lenka really has no idea how much of the fight is Chuuta and how much is Drew, and that makes it infinitely harder to know how to talk them down, but it seems as though addressing them both and trying to get them to think for a moment about their actions has at least done the trick for the time being.

It might be a misunderstanding, or something that will escalate into something worse, but with three people involved, only two (or one-and-a-half, now that we're remembering Mitsuru's specific sensory loss, oops) of which can really communicate properly... it was bound to be a mess.

He softens his voice a little, once the boy-and-alien one man show winds down.]

... Drew. If you really want to protect Chuuta, this isn't the way to do it. Not now. Not like this.

[It is probably having the exact opposite effect in general, but let's start with that. He also takes a moment to glance back at Mitsuru, and gives him a quick nod once he sees that things are quiet on that front despite... the murderous intent. Leave this to him for now.]

[homeecspacecop]

[Mitsuru's expression doesn't help either Chuuta or Drew calm down, and Drew is still watching the boy with fangs bared while Chuuta is still tensed for a fight. ]

He wouldn't leave me alone. [Chuuta says, and regrets that as soon as he says it.]

[killtheanimals]

[Mitsuru continues to look pretty pissed, but it cools - goes ice cold, as a matter of fact. He can't hear Chuuta, but that won't stop him from piping up:]

Careful that he doesn't continue to lie.

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka has a split second where he kind of wishes Mitsuru had been struck mute instead of... he was deaf, wasn't he? That would explain some things, though it's impressive that he could actually push Chuuta all the way here and then needle him for lying without ever hearing a word he said.

Looks like it's the younger kids' turn to be a disaster and a half. He's just going to shake his head to himself, briefly, and hold up a hand in Mitsuru's direction to hopefully indicate, Shut up for a second.

He's trying to keep you from kicking each other's asses, here.]

... Just don't listen to him, for now. Listen to me. We're all on edge, but -- is this what you usually use your powers for?

[homeecspacecop]

Drew has defensive capabilities. [Chuuta repeats. That's what it is, but Chuuta and Drew's sympathy can stretch to defending other people as well, which is where it borders on attack.]

I told Mitsuru-kun that. He just kept... pushing. He kept asking what I could do.

I know I didn't tell anyone before! But I just didn't want anyone to try and hurt us!

[killtheanimals]

[He purses his lips but remains silent. Lenka's ask to shut up acknowledged, reluctantly.]

[soylentprotag]

... I know.

[And Lenka does know, most of them are probably keeping something in reserve or on the down-low; they have a lot of dangerous or conditionally dangerous people; the profiles have stirred something of a hornet’s nest.

He gives a small shake of his head at Chuuta, though.]

But if you’re not defending yourself against someone else’s powers... there’s no reason to use yours.

[If all of them did that... well, there probably wouldn’t be a camp left if just a handful of them did that. The rest of the lake and forest might be gone at a bigger scale. Some part of him really hopes the hunters are well aware of that. But that’s neither here nor there.]

[homeecspacecop]

I know that! [Chuuta snaps, and Drew's focus and sharp-fanged attention shifts over to Mitsuru.]

S-sorry. [Chuuta pulls away a little bit, puts a hand on Drew and tries to get him to calm down. It doesn't work very well, and they're both still on edge and ready to lash out if someone makes any sudden movements.]

I think we're just... nervous.

[killtheanimals]

[Mitsuru tenses when Chuuta snaps, shifting a bit to maximize Lenka as a meatshield.

If he's not allowed to defend himself it's all on Lenka.]

[soylentprotag]

[He's fine with being used as a meatshield, since that's what he's for in general -- he still hasn't completely relaxed, keeping himself squared and carefully in-between. He's not as sturdy as he used to be, not with the plague keeping his Oracle cells suppressed, but he can still take a few hits from whatever flowery tricks Chuuta has up his sleeve. Probably.

He's working for it not to come to that.]

Both you and Drew have a temper. [it's not a reprimand so much as an observation, and would be dry if the situation wasn't what it was] Maybe it would be better to get away from the crowd for a little. Find someplace easier to be, like the cabin.

[Maybe they can channel that defensiveness somewhere else considering the state of the cabinmates at the moment. He doubts too many of them have a lot of fight left in them. Hopefully Boa doesn't get too hissy.]

[homeecspacecop]

[A temper? That's not it, is it? Chuuta knows he can yell sometimes, but that's only at Drew. This is... they need to find someplace easier to be, but... but if he turns around, is Mitsuru going to attack? Is someone going to find him in the cabin and kill him? Nowhere is safe, and if someone saw what he just did, they're going to come after him, they're going to say "you're a liar" and if he tries to protect himself they're going to say "you have a temper" and he's going to end up like Talcott, everyone at the circle staring at him and voting for him and not caring that he's dead.

Chuuta nods, wordlessly (for once), and turns and runs.]