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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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Still in one piece, yo.
[ Showing his arms as he says that. See? Good. ]
What are you working on?
[ We'll get to the killing talk in a bit. ]
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I thought it would be nice to make something so we could remember people. [He explains, holding up his current doll. It's a small, delicately made thing, a simple human shape like a made of tiny knitted stitches made with needles almost as small as pins. It fits in the palm of his hand, and has blue eyes and blonde hair and despite how simple the doll is it's obvious she's going to be Chloe once Chuuta finishes making her clothing. The clothes are halfway done already, he's finished everything except for the lemon he's embroidering onto the tiny knitted shirt.]
I've finished Soma and Lillith already. [Hopefully he won't have to make many more.]
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Oh hey, it's that one girl.
[ Leaning in close to get a look. He's not sure how to feel about thinking Chloe doll is actually cute because he's still mad at that whole situation. Nine does give it an experimental poke. ]
Looking good, yo. Let me know when you start on Tal's.
[ It's something Talcott would appreciate. ]
What was that about killing?
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I know that they're still... kind of here, but... [But not really.
And then Nine asks a question, and Chuuta's eyes kind of go wide.]
Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to be that loud. [But now that his sense of smell is gone, his sense of hearing is following it. He hasn't really noticed it, since Drew is as loud as ever.]
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[ Nine seems to be struggling with something. ]
I don't think he'll be in there for long, yo. I went with him for his morning routine and he...
[ Nine the just shakes his head. He doesn't want to think about it. Doesn't want to think that there's a time limit ]
Don't worry about being loud. You should hear all the ones who lost their hearing already.
[ Like Ichigo's screaming the previous night. ]
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[ Frowning at that. He doesn't like complicated and it sucks. ]
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I can't give up on him yet. I want to find a way to bring him back, yo.
[ And he doesn't want him alone during this time... ]
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If we could get everyone out of here... that would be...
I hope we can figure it out.
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Red said she'd help. If we can find a way to save everyone without anyone needing to die.
[ Huffing out a breath as he rubs the back of his head ]
I'm just not good with thinking things, you know? Braining out and coming up with plans was Queen and Ace.