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camppetoskey2018-06-30 06:19 pm
stanboozled) wrote in camppetoskey2018-06-30 06:19 pm
WEEK 4 AFTERPARTY
[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.]
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.]
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[ He pauses, then shakes his head. ]
Though actually, I have no idea where the kids that die in the Snake Pit are buried either.
[ So maybe he has less right to judge than thought. ]
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Normally, there aren't actual bodies to bury, yo. We only know when someone is dead thanks to written records or knowing tags.
[ Tapping the tag that Tal made him ]
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[ Even if he relates to Nine in more ways than he thought he would? It's just the context of these reliability points that is really ominous. ]
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Yeah, well this world is pretty strange. It's quiet, yo.