WEEK 4 AFTERPARTY

[stanboozled]

[After everything has settled - after all that craziness - Stan stands up, putting the voting box down on the ground.]

Okay, kids. I know you're scared, and you don't know what's going on - and I know it's hard to trust either me or Red with what's happened these past weeks. Hell, with what just happened.

[He takes a breath.]

But I want you kids to know that I'm here for you. I'm not gonna pretend like this is some silly summer camp, because I can't. I can't go back to how I was seeing things now that I see them right - my brain's good at taking a pounding and coming back just as good as ever.

And - though it might not seem like it, Red's here for you, too. We've...talked some stuff out. A lot of stuff. And...

[Stan lifts a hand to his face, rubbing at the bridge of his nose before continuing.]

I can't stop this. Neither can Red. But that doesn't mean we're just gonna sit by and let you kids just die because of some stupid rock. When she gets back, she's - gonna get into contact with someone higher in the organization she works for. And she's gonna ask if we can take this rock thing out. Break it, or - something.

From now on, you kids don't need any tickets to get stuff from me. You can just ask for it, but - I can't stop you from getting weapons, or anything dangerous. An' you're still gonna have to keep doing this, because we need time to contact whoever she's gonna contact, and go through all that red tape. I don't know how long, but -

This? It's gotta go on. And....I'm sorry, kids.

[He quietly sits back down, staring at the flames.

That's all.]

Comments

[homeecspacecop]

... everything gets us in trouble here.

[finalguard]

More trouble than usual, I guess.

[ He doesn't want to get killed because he put a building to the torch, but also fuck these hiding spaces. ]

[homeecspacecop]

Or maybe we could... board it up or something so that no one can get in easily.

[finalguard]

[ There is a pause where Boa berates himself for not thinking of and suggesting this himself. ]

That's... certainly the easier way...

[homeecspacecop]

The easiest way to handle things would be for everyone to stick together on Thursdays, but it doesn't look like anyone would agree to that.

[finalguard]

Even if you got everyone here to agree, Red's bosses might still throw a fit at the lack of murdering going on...

[homeecspacecop]

They're Stan's bosses too. [Chuuta says, because he's worried people are forgetting that, they're forgetting that no matter what Red or Stan or any other adults say, they're the enemy.]

And they're probably going to send in a replacement for Red tomorrow.

[Chuuta hates this.]

We just have to make sure no one dies this week.

[finalguard]

I'm going to be honest: I doubt we can make sure of that.

[ No matter what they try or do, someone always dies. No week has passed with less than two of them getting killed. Minimizing casualties to zero suddenly seems like an impossible goal. ]

[homeecspacecop]

It shouldn't be as hard as it is. It's not like people are killing each other all the time on school trips or at a normal summer camp.

[finalguard]

I've never been to any of those things, but I am assuming that they generally don't get told to do that either on them.

[homeecspacecop]

Yeah, but just being told we're supposed to kill each other doesn't mean we have to.

[finalguard]

Well, no. But we're not just a bunch of normal school kids either. A lot of us have seen death before or even caused it.

[homeecspacecop]

That doesn't mean that we're always going to kill someone every week. We've all been through... [hell, some of them] some bad things before coming here, so that should make us less likely to just give in and kill people.

[finalguard]

Doesn't seem to work in reality... and now everyone's afraid of being killed by another so tensions are high.

[homeecspacecop]

Yeah, I guess that's what happened this week.