After(life) Party--

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka isn't talking much, though he spends most of the time after the execution either expressionless or frowning, moving among the ones still left at the campfire to check on people and try to make sure none of them are trying to either follow Boa or possibly throw literal or metaphorical stones at each other. Probably everyone's too exhausted for any of that at this point.

At some point he disappears for a little bit and comes back with an entire table and supplies -- not from the kitchen, but from the stash he'd accumulated in Cabin 2. It's not much, but it feels better than eating anything from the kitchen right now. Nobody wants that.

There's just some crackers and fruit snacks and some cheese with them. A few baggies to take them to go since most people aren't hungry right this moment. Once that's set out, he'll idle at one end of the table, staring out into the lake.]

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[itsagazebo]

[He scoffs]

Yeah. And I'm just the scared weakling who can't do shit. So where the fuck does that leave us, huh?

[He leans back and HURLS the last rock as far as he fucking can, GLARING out over the water. He fucking hopes that hits one of the lake cats. He's daring them to come up and try to eat him again. Let them fucking try. He's fucking DONE.

After a long moment he turns and stares at Richie. There's fire in his eyes. It's his fucking turn to be the smart one.]

You know where that leaves us? It leaves us with us. The fucking Losers Club. The way it should be. We couldn't count on anyone else back home, why should we count on anyone else here? Sure they're nice to us, try to cheer us up when we're upset and whatever, but as soon as it looks like one've us might've done something? WHAM! [He snaps] You get fucking interrogated like a God Damned criminal. Yeah, yeah, a few of 'em said I couldn't have done it, but look at all of us who said Boa couldn't have done it. And look how fast we all turned on him! The same fucking thing's gonna happen to us if we're not careful. So I say we be careful. We keep our fucking heads down. Stay out of the way, and let the others do whatever the fuck they want to do. Let them get killed for poking their noses in shit. We stick together, me and you. Maybe if we do that we'll make it through this.

[trashmouthtozier]

Yeah, us.

[he sighs]

We'll die together flipping them off, right?

[someone please reboot Tozier.exe now]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie grabs him and pulls him into a tight hug]

I'm not giving up, yet, Richie. Not on me and I'm sure as fuck not gonna give up on you.

[trashmouthtozier]

[he's just ... going to let himself be hugged, for a second. he's still not really great at all. within a day or two he'll be really upset with himself for even getting like this, to be sure, but ... this is tonight.]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie holds on for as long as Richie lets him. Once they let go he looks around]

I don't know 'bout you but I can't stand the thought of sleeping in that cabin tonight. What do you think about sleeping out here under the stars? Just you and me.

[trashmouthtozier]

[out in the open? shudders run down Richie's spine, and he looks around, wide-eyed]

... Maybe we should see if Cabin 4 has anyone in it first. I dunno, Eds...

[itsagazebo]

[He nods. No argument here, Rich!]

Okay, yeah we can check that, first.