WEEK 4 - INVESTIGATION

[petoskeymods]

INVESTIGATION

As you wake up, you'll realize that your powers have returned to you. For some, this is a joyous occasion...but even with them returned, it's only a grim reminder of the reality of the situation -

- that one of your fellow campers have committed murder.

Someone is dead. It's up to you to find out who...and to gather evidence for it.

BASE EVIDENCE: 17 PIECES
CAMPERS REMAINING: ???


((We ask that you remain in groups of 2-3! As per usual.))

Comments

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie's eyes go wide when Eddie stands. for the briefest minute, he thinks he's going to storm off, to go find Gonta, or someone else he trusts, and vent and scream and leave him there. but then the fanny pack goes flying, and he knows, for certain, that this is the Eddie Kaspbrak who followed them down into the sewers. this is his best friend, and he should have known better than to be afraid that a moment of his own stupidity and paranoia - where the hell did that COME FROM, anyway - would be enough to come between them.

listen to us, the voice had said, on Monday. he's spent all week trying to come to grips with that. with the fact that Talcott is still in there. that all of them are. but mostly Tal, because of what he said to Richie, before he stormed off and left him to die.

he looks at Eddie for a long moment]

There's so much I wanted to tell him about, you know? All of them. Every week, I end up thinking "I wish I could have", and ... I'm sick of it.

There's something I need to do, Eds.

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie nods, all the fear and hesitation gone from his face]

What is it? Can I help?

[trashmouthtozier]

Yep.

[he takes a deep breath, focusing on Eddie's face. there's strength there, determination, and zero fear. exactly what he needs, right now, too. Richie gives the tiniest of nods.

then he leans in and presses his lips to Eddie's. it's so quick that it barely counts. but it's a kiss.]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie's eyes get wide. Really wide. Like as wide as they usually get before he starts flipping out.

Yet, he doesn't.

He stares at Richie for a long moment, too stunned to even blink. What... just happened... Did he just... he did... but... it's Richie... Isn't that wrong? His Ma always told him it was wrong. That was how you got AIDS and went to hell... but... he'd become friends with Nine and Tal and Ren and they... they were GOOD people, not the kind of people who would be sent to hell, right? It... maybe it wasn't as wrong as his Ma and the news said it was.

But more than all that. More than the potential risk of disease and hell and whatever the fuck other bullshit he'd been fed over the years... was that little voice that simply said "It's RICHIE."

Richie. Who'd been there for him through thick and thin. Bullies and crazy parents and death and monsters... Richie who held his face to keep him from looking at It while he cried and cradled his broken arm. Richie, who was always the first to come running and digging for his inhaler whenever he couldn't get to it. Richie... who was always just THERE.

For every negative thought that ran through his head, there was a good one to contradict it. Then, cutting through everything else, was Ren's voice: "A radical change is happening or will happen soon. It might be positive, but it will be or was a shock to you and shake up everything you thought you knew. Now is the time to let go of things that are holding you back. Nothing will be the same after this."

Mother fucker did a love tarot reading on him, after all.

He blinks at Richie, as his brain finishes running through its gymnastics. Finally he whispers.]

Richie...

[And THROWS himself at him, wrapping his arms around his neck. He may not fully understand how he feels, or what's going on... but he does know that whatever this is - it includes Richie.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[that relief he feels every time he wakes up and sees that Eddie's still alive, here? it's multiplied times a million. no, a billion. he's glad he's sitting down, or his knees would have given out, like they did last night in Cabin 2. that seems so far away, now. that terror, the bone-deep fear. it could be in China for all he cares, with Eddie's arms around him. he gives a little breathless laugh]

Yeah, Eds?

[there's some distinct scuffling outside by this point]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie clings to Richie, his own legs kind of giving out, leaving him to kind of fall onto the bed with him. His tears started to flow again, but this time they were a mix of sadness and joy. He still mourned their friend, but this... this was something new. A lightness in his heart that he had never felt before. Not to this degree, at least.

He pressed his face into Richie's shoulder and cried, just soaking in the feeling of his arms around him.

Then he hears a voice swear outside. He looks up towards the door]

Did you hear something?

[trashmouthtozier]

Hnnnnnnnnnngh.

[it's usually his Don't Want To Get Up noise, but he looks over toward the door]

Yeaaah.

[but he doesn't want to let him goooo. guys why you gotta be so goddamn motherfucking uncoordinated out there]

[itsagazebo]

[He doesn't wanna let go, either!!!

He frowns]

Um... Should we check?

[trashmouthtozier]

Probably. Just in case.

[SIGH]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie untangles himself from Richie and stands up, straightening his shirt a little.

Then offers Richie a hand up. That's... that's a thing he should do, right? Right. We'll go with that.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[we can totally go with that. Richie was already pretty red in the face from crying, so it hides his blush at the gesture, but he takes Eddie's hand anyway, giving it a squeeze.

he may just keep holding on to it all the way to the door. but seriously, what's out there?]