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camppetoskey2018-06-18 10:09 am
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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It's... mostly in my brain. [Chuuta repeats, finally saying something that's at least partly directed at the group.]
Why aren't you upset about this, Drew? [That's the biggest concern right now. Why isn't Drew trying to fight back against this thing?]
[It isn't hurting Drew or Chuuta, and it isn't trying to separate us.]
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... The curious thing here is Drew's reaction, considering he resides in Chuuta, even though Chuuta is only giving them the bare minimum of information. At least it's something.]
Yes. We knew a little, about the brain. [or a little too much, thanks] What does Drew think, exactly?
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I don't-- I don't want it to be in me! I don't care if it isn't hurting me! I don't--
Drew, if I'm a rock, you won't be in symbiosis with me, you'll be in symbiosis with a rock!
[But Drew doesn't want to leave you, Chuuta. Drew would rather be in symbiosis with a rock that's still Chuuta than in symbiosis with anyone else.]
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[Lenka doesn't reach for him for the moment, not the way Nine does, but his voice reaches out anyway -- firm and clear and attention-catching. He doesn't know exactly what Drew is saying, but it doesn't seem to be helping at the moment. And they need Chuuta to be here with them, as much as possible. Not to look too deep into himself.]
We're in the same boat. But we're not like the dead yet. It's all right.
[For a provisional sense of all right. But look. They're still coherent (mostly), so that counts for something. Also:]
If it's not hurting us and it's not trying to separate you from Drew... what is it doing?
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It... he says it's just growing.
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[... Drew just noticed it today. But Drew thinks it's probably been there for a while.]
He... says he just noticed it today but it's been here for a while. So it just got bad enough for him to notice.
[Drew will keep monitoring it!]
Thanks.
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[That had always seemed like the most logical conclusion, and he doesn't know whether it's more or less helpful to know that they're all slowly heading in that direction -- they might need to take another look at Sayama's perhaps not-so-sudden demise, last week. Just to double check any sudden-onset symptoms.]
Did Drew say something else?
[He's assuming that's what the thanks is for, out of the blue.]
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[Chuuta has said something about Drew being related to scientific investigations, which means he’s probably got at least some experience with this stuff. Maybe not this specifically, but. It does bring up another thought.]
How much can Drew tell about this... the rock infection, in others?
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I don't want to hear it. [Chuuta says, because this is his brain, and there's nothing else he wants to hear about it. He kind of thinks he's going to be sick.]
[It might be important.]
I know. Just... go ahead.
[It's replacing Chuuta's tissues with rock, but the tissues are still functioning like they should be.]
[Chuuta looks a little green around the edges, and he feels a little bit like he's going to faint. It's a good thing he's sitting down.]
He says it's replacing my tissues. [Replacing him. He hadn't even noticed it. He still can't breathe, gasping in too shallow and too quick, and he shakes his head like he's trying to get rid of something. He's trying to get the words out around the choking feeling in his throat.]
It's still working, but it's just... it's rock now.
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[Now he reaches out, because this sounds like it's only going to get worse, and Lenka knows he's asking a lot. Pushing against something none of them were meant to know and few of them are equipped to deal with. He puts a hand carefully on Chuuta's shoulder.]
We're still alive. No matter what. Thank you for telling me.
[Unless Chuuta wants to volunteer more information... that's about as far as he's going to go, for now. There are other things they can check, perhaps with Red, perhaps with the others. They have other pieces of this puzzle to look over.]
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[He doesn't actually know that for sure; of course he doesn't. But that's the way he lives. There has to be a way forward, whether or not it's even worse than what came before. There has to be someplace else to go, while you live.
If they can all get there together, that's something. He doesn't remove his hand.]
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He doesn't believe it, not really. But he lets himself hear it, repeats the words like a mantra. There's a hand on his shoulder and someone stronger than him saying things Chuuta wants to be true.]
We can fight this.
[Drew believes in you.]
Thanks.
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Okay. If you find out anything else, let me or Nine know.
[He figures having someone in his own cabin to consult would help at least a little.]
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Sorry I don't have anything else for you yet.
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[In fact, if Drew can only slowly learn things, that's both good and bad: it gives them more time away from their slow rocky demise, but less resources to combat it. Some kind of Catch-22. Assuming they can't get it out of Red or someone or something else, that is.]