Week 6

[petoskeymods]

WEEK 6

Last week had been pretty brutal, leaving scars on everyone in camp. A murder driven by paranoia-induced visions, committed by and against two of the youngest members of camp, has left everyone reeling. If this is the way murders will go, what's to happen next?

The humidity is dropping off some, but the heat is staying strong. The campers will need to find new ways to beat the heat. A delivery is due this week though, so maybe the camp's deliveryman will have some ice cream?

The WiiU and current games are all here, but there are no new games. Sorry everyone, you're stuck with what you have. Usagi and Boa are now gone from the Mii menu, but that strange faceless Mii is still there, staring as always. His grin seems to have grown though, and the Mii menu music has changed as well. The other Miis seem scared of the grinny Mii, and they are staying far away from him. Now the only selectable Mii is grin-face. How weird.

The counselors have said they need 'more time' to end this, but just how much time do they need? Can the campers really stall long enough for the counselors to finish their plan? And how does that knowledge sit with them, knowing that each delayed week means less campers will make it in the end?

14 CAMPERS REMAIN.

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[trashmouthtozier]

Usagi?

[he approaches tentatively, and it's actually a RELIEF to see her head back where it belongs. he'd had nightmares of her carrying it around like the Headless Horseman, letting the Lake Kittens play with it, bouncing it back and forth between their tails like a volleyball]

... Do you still want to paint the shack with me? Or want help feeding the little Mishibijw this week?

[maybe if he treats her normally ... he'll connect. that's his new hope, for all of them, really. it's time to try something different.]

[trashmouthtozier]

I hope he's doing okay. Do you think he'd even feel like cooking?

I mean - maybe if he isn't, there's a cookbook. That ... can't be too hard, right?

[hey Spaghetti let's summon a wild Shirou by burning bacon]

Tuesday

[trashmouthtozier]

Mitsuru ... hey ...

[Richie knows the signs of Camp Brain Fuckery when he sees them, and runs up to his smol friend, dropping to his knees in front of him and putting his hands on his shoulders]

Mitsuru, lookit me, okay? Right here. It's me. It's Richie.

[itsagazebo]

[Yes, yes it is. He returns that grin in kind, standing back and watching Richie revel in the small bits of home, just as he had.]

Archer was throwing out all sorts of stuff, I guess there was other stuff from camper's homes in it. I was watching, kinda looking out for any your shirts.

[He flushes slightly, digging the toe of his sneaker in the dirt at the admission. Yeah, his goal was to do something nice for you, you big idiot.]

But then he rolled these out and I couldn't fucking believe it!

[kitchen_witch]

[There's a pause, a moment, before she closes her stony eyes - blue ringed with rust]

The Lord's, the People's the Camp's... My Own, each song has a different story to it.

[le_mat]

[Joker smirks, arching a brow]

You shouldn't think profane thoughts in the Lord's house, Lance

[he leans in a bit, planting a hand on the back of the pew]

That's how you end up punished...

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie had been intent on actually talking to Stan, this morning, too, after reading Ren's letter last night ... so once he's been carted away, he follows Archer right into the kitchen with those delivery bags]

Hey. Not Actually Shirou Guy. I know you couldn't stop them, but - what the fuck are they gonna do to Stan?! And don't give me that "you're better off not knowing" bullshit, either. He was nice to us, and ... and I need to know.

[so he knows which defcon level to take his retaliation up to, plz k thx]

Monday

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie was planning on taking a break from riding his bike by chilling in the rec room for a bit. He freezes when he sees Mitsuru. His blood runs cold. Did someone... is he... But then he sees the other boy's shoulders rise with his breathing and he sighs in relief. Not dead. Good. It's still not safe to be sleeping like that... but he knows how exhausted they've all been.

So he grabs a blanket and gently drapes it over Mitsuru's shoulders, intending on flopping on the couch to chill for a while til he wakes up.]

[linearcrash]

[ Nine... needs to look at Mitsuru's notes. He had planned to do, but has been pretty distracted with all the new things he's feeling on top of his messy feelings.

Also Richie is dealing with this a whole hell lot better than Nine. He can't bring himself to see Boa yet. He still sees him during the execution...]

It does suck less that we have something to shoot for. Something actually solid, yo. [ So he gets it. ] Hey, can I see what you have?

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie nods]

And I've seen Ma cook it plenty of times. It's just putting it in the pan, right?

[HOW HARD CAN IT BE?!]

[finalguard]

Hey, I wasn't the one who was mad in the first place. Our post-summer plans are still standing.

[ Boa laughs a little. If there is any awareness for the gravity of the situation inside him, he sure doesn't show it. ]

When did you make friends with Mitsuru?

[soylentprotag]

[It's a routine on Monday by now. The god and the chapel, the newly dead and the dead who have been living(?) with them for so long. Lenka enters the chapel, surveys the place and after a moment he makes a beeline for the place where Lance is sitting. Plops himself down in the pew, looking oddly hunted and determined all at once.]

[...]

Knock knock.

Tuesday: Cosmic Thing

[trashmouthtozier]

[Monday ended up being a pretty full day for Richie, between conversations with zombies, getting his motherfuckin' BIKE back hell yeah, and hanging out with Marisa and Eddie. so Tuesday it is...]

I Got Me A Car

[fresh from a Rec Room raid, Richie's kneeling next to his bike. he's stolen a pack of playing cards, and is painstakingly decking out the spokes of the wheels.

there's also a tupperware container he swiped from the kitchen, which he's poked holes in with a kitchen knife while Shirou and Archer weren't looking, and he's stringing it to the handlebars with pipe cleaners.

maybe if you ask nicely he'll explain what he's doing. or what the hell possessed him to wear a pink Hawaiian shirt over his camp shirt...]


It's As Big As A Whale

[Richie has brought as many crayons and pads of paper as he can carry down from the Rec Room and has them spread out on one of the tables. he's hard at work drawing: there's a picture of Lilith holding out a ring to him, one of Talcott and Nine looking angry as Stan dumps a bucket of water on them, one of Floe and Lance ... the more he draws, the more campers' faces are there. you might see yourself there, but he's mostly focusing on the stonified campers. hmmm.]

Hey, wanna help? I need more ideas.


And We're Headin' On Down To The Love Shack

[once the drawings are all done, Richie gathers them up and puts them in his makeshift bike basket, along with the remains of the orange paint Cielo gave him, and a brush, and his Walkman, and another few cassette tapes he salvaged from the pile of Stuff From Home. one of those tapes is The B-52s' Cosmic Thing.

he puts it in the Walkman, cranks that sucker so it can be heard through the earphones, and hangs them from the handlebars, pedaling over to the Time Out Shack.

pardon him while he decks this thing out in good vibes. Usagi may be a rock zombie, but she still had a damn good plan.]

Lake aka I'm so sorry Shirou

[lovebun]

You look great, Marisa! Like, really, really cute!

[ It's Usagi. You can practically see the hearts in her eyes. Coral Usagi is even more overt than normal. ]

[particlebarrier]

[......okay, so Lance might've ditched Lenka at the camp fire on Saturday and wouldn't be adverse to flouncing again, buuuuuut.]

...Who's there?

[Curiosity is a problem.]

[lovebun]

I'm just fine, Mitsuru! And you seem to be just fine, too!

[ ...Usagi isn't good at flirting. But she is a very thirsty girl and that is now even more blatant. ]

[lovebun]

Sure! I'm sure the Lord would like it if we finished painting the time-out shack and decorating it. It's already looking a lot better!

[ She's smiling, like nothing is wrong. Like her head isn't attached by rock. Like she never died. Just... More. ]

Don't talk about my mother that way

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie walks over, looking much more himself in his polo shirt. He peers curiously over the drawings.]

Yeah, I can help... but what are you doing?

[soylentprotag]

[Step 1: Curiosity didn't kill the cat, because it was already dead -- success!

Initiating Step 2: Electric Whogaloo--]

... Ya.

[particlebarrier]

[Oh, it's on now.]

Depending on the punishment, it might still be worht it.

[Lance turns to face him, elbow up on the pew.]

You saying we should continue this conversation somewhere else?

Don't hate on the truth, man

[trashmouthtozier]

Drawing a bunch of good or funny stuff that happened here. Stuff that made people be friends. Usagi said that she wanted to put up nice stuff around the shack, to help cheer up Sol.

And ... when I felt scared and like shit, it was my friends that got me out of it. Sol doesn't know what that's like.

[he wants to teach the rock god what it's like to be happy with pictures, basically]

[particlebarrier]

[SO MUCH ????? and yet he's getting an encouraging headtilt.]

...Ya who.

[trashmouthtozier]

[he doesn't miss that little detail, and once he's properly decked out in Derry, he throws his arms around Eddie and gives him a kiss.

that still makes him blush, but WHATEVER]

I fucking love you, you're the BEST!

[soylentprotag]

Ya... hoo, I'm psyched to see you... too...

[It's delivered in the same monotone as before and also kind of trails off at the end because it's so. He's so embarrassed to be attempting this?? Why do people do these things even. But hey, it works as a greeting, it's just going to be an intro to the Worst Jokes In The Worlds™.]

[yunolikebugs]

[Gonta nods eagerly.]

Uh huh! Gonta got suit back from pile of stuff!

[Gonta seems to have good taste in fancy tailored clothes... But he's still not wearing anything on his feet.]