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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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Two a week. That seems to be the minimum. We have to make sure the moose doesn't take anyone additionally.
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[Quietly, unhappily, but he acknowledges it. This late in the game there's no way around it, and they have no guarantees at all numbers-wise. But he keeps that to himself.]
We've been setting up some more defenses and warning systems in our cabin, too. Did the... the moose spray help you?
[He's still not entirely sure about the properties of something that sounds as mundane as all that. But it's also possible that whoever invented it just had terrible naming sense.]
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[ Waking up to the moose dragging someone out ranks somewhere in the top 5 of unpleasant camp experiences, with brains occupying spot 1 solidly. ]