WEEK 3 - TRIAL

[petoskeymods]

TRIAL

It takes a full day after finding the body, but on Saturday, the counselors call you all to the campfire, the bonfire already roaring away as everyone finds their seats. Red is seated there, but Stan isn't here...? The box saying 'VOTES' sits quietly on his seat.

It looks like you're here to find the killer.

And just like before, you know you'll be forced to vote before the night's over...

And condemn someone to a grisly fate.

VICTIM: Clarke Griffin
CAMPERS REMAINING: 21

((Remember that Everyone must vote and that Votes are due by 6pm EST!))

Comments

[trashmouthtozier]

[he's sitting next to Eddie with his arm around him, and clearly not moving from that spot, but the free arm?

have a high five, Boa, you bro]

[finalguard]

[ Boa's not sure how a statement of fact calls for this, but hey? High five, why not. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

[he gives him a little smile]

Thanks for having our backs, Loser.

[finalguard]

That title takes some getting used to.

[ But he's grinning, so despite the weird feelings with regards to the term, he is not offended. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

Yeah, yeah, you're such a badass, we get it.

[reaching out to mess his hair up now]

Don't worry, I'm sure no one here actually thinks you're a loser.

[pointed glance at Mitsuruf]

[seekingsunrise]

[There's a Zombie over here smirking at you Richie. Boa now too? Are you trying to get two boyfriends like Tal?]

[trashmouthtozier]

[go blow Mount Rushmore you rocky piece of shit]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie gives Richie a nudge with his shoulder. Don't be so obvious, asshole.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[WHAAAAAAT?]

[finalguard]

...huh?

[ Following... this... glance...........

............. okay, we're not continuing this conversation out loud, Richie just gets an exaggerated "what are you on about?" kind of look. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

[shrug? dude. it's cool, he's not telling anyone. we'll jam later]

[finalguard]

[ Boa is so confused right now, but he's very sure he doesn't wanna ask in public. ]