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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[finalguard]

[ Boa still seems mildly puzzled by the way this conversation is going, but not puzzled enough to reject hugs or not return them. Hug it is! ]

I don't really get what you'll make, but if you put your mind to it there's no reason you couldn't.

[diesifkilled]

...You probably would have realised what was going on before anything serious happened, anyway. So there's no need to worry.

[He has no idea if that's actually true, but it seems like something she needs to hear.]

[seekingsunrise]

I'd like that. [Soft, sincere, a little flicker of something hopeful in his gaze. Maybe it's Tal, maybe you're imagining things Ren.] a lot.

[le_mat]

Hmmm, wanna know about where I grew up or where I was staying the past year?

[trashmouthtozier]

Yeah. They're these underground rooms people make outta concrete to live in in case the Ruskies nuke us. That's what my Mom says, anyway. ... I have a feeling you can't exactly build a Coral Crazy God Shelter.

But you're right, we ... need to figure something out, at least.

[trashmouthtozier]

Our bikes, they were in with the stuff Stan stashed for everyone. Archer was throwing it all out of his room, and Eddie saw him while he was doing it. You should go and see if there's anything from your place you'd want!

[trashmouthtozier]

Oh. ... Yeah, you can't go wrong with a good movie. Hopefully it's a funny one, those are the best. ... Do people go to the movies in your world?

[hello, dead inside, you now have a Trashmouth keeping you company, and he will chatter at you about everything he can think of if he thinks it'll help, because that is how he rolls. especially now that he's feeling like himself again.

also, he's still holding out that bag. TAKE THE CHEESY POPCORN, MITS. EAAAAT IIIIT. or you know go yell at Boa for getting you stuck with this ridiculous child]

[seekingsunrise]

Tell me about your family? The people that are important to you.

[killtheanimals]

[Easily said, when you can't hear the dying screams of a child. Mitsuru closes his eyes, but he does nod.]

Fine. Let's just-- go.

[It's said through gritted teeth.]

[killtheanimals]

You actually talked to him, didn't you?

[Mitsuru didn't. He just didn't see a point to it.

He goes for the clothes next, eventually pulling out some shirts that are appropriately Minitsuru-sized, all black. This is probably not a surprising development. Some variety of pants as well as an elementary-issue bag, though he only pauses briefly to look at it before ultimately shrugging and leaving it.]

Really went out of their way to rob us, didn't they.

[le_mat]

Family...

[A pained look crosses his face... but he decides on something and nods]

Well back in Tokyo my guardian is a man named Sojiro Sakura. He's a friend of a friend of my parents. We... didn't get along at first, but he taught me to cook and how to make coffee. Made sure I did my school work. Even gave me allowances. He... was there for me through a lot. Even when he found out about me being a thief he supported me. He didn't really get a lot of it, but he kept me safe.

So I... guess he's kinda like a dad to me?

[le_mat]

Yeah. A lot.

[The sadness in Ren's voice is very legit]

Heh, yeah. Most of this I'd never think to ask for.

[killtheanimals]

...Attacking with a sword is your idea of defensive action?

[Minitsuru you shot a ball of wind into the forest you have no room to talk.]

Did it look like an enemy, then?

[seekingsunrise]

It's important to have people that support you...

[The smile he offers Ren is strange, somehow both strained and blank, his eyes gone soft and absent.]

He sounds like a good man.

[trashmouthtozier]

[he allows himself the briefest moment, while he's hugging Boa and his face can't be seen, to cry, then pulls himself together and steps back]

I ... it's gonna be a good surprise. You trust me, right?

[killtheanimals]

[...Ffffiiiine he will take a handful, I guess.]

Of course they do. [Chomp, chew, swallow.] I'm from earth, too.

[Vision was just... a Thing on top of that.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie puts an arm around his shoulders, partly to ground him in reality, and partly to comfort both of them, and steers him toward the lodge]

Whatever you're seeing? Hearing? Even if it's not real, I ... I'm sorry.

[killtheanimals]

[Alright, so that's clothes, ignored book bag, some coins he doesn't actually have a use for currently, and...

...]

You haven't seen a black gemstone here, have you?

[finalguard]

[ Boa nods without any hesitation. ]

Definitely. I know I've been kind of difficult about that in the past, but the last month taught me a lot. It's been really good to come to camp.

[soylentprotag]

[On the bright side, just having someone there is enough to give him a little solidity when it comes to which reality -- which vision, or hallucination, or manifestations of the thing currently taking over him, body and mind -- to lean on. He looks up briefly at the pat, before going back to his fruitless staring into nothing.

But... on the other bright side, the fact that Shirou sounds at least half as dazed and confused as he does gives him a little nudge. Makes him realize that he probably isn't being coherent, or anything. Lenka takes a small, shuddering breath.]

--Sorry. I didn't expect it. This. [the coherence is going to take a little more time, but he is pulling himself back, little by little] I only saw monsters, before. Just monsters, not people, and... I wasn't going to fight them.

[He seems oddly emphatic on the last point.]

[soylentprotag]

I was wondering why Sol and the dead hadn't said anything. If it's still angry...

[There's a slow-stirring worry now that things are coming clear; her healed wounds are one thing, and the remaining damage to his arm is another, but if it goes further than that... if they're linked in both body and soul now (bodies for food, souls for growth), then what happens when the weekend comes calling? What happens if--

Belatedly, he tamps down on that rising anxiousness, but she's probably gotten a good idea of it. There's unhappiness and fear there before he smothers it, though without the context of where either are directed.

Lenka bites his lip briefly and then looks back up at her, trying to decide what to say. It's harder to keep his usual reserve with everything tangled up like this.]

If this week is anything like the others, then we -- we have to talk to everyone.

[killtheanimals]

[His shoulders are tight with tension, and he gives a slight start when he hears a nasty gurgle signaling the end of that particular hallucination.

Reluctantly, he removes his hands from his head, not that they were enough to block much of anything out to begin with.]

...I'll be fine.

[Since he's clearly doing so well right now. Lead the way, Richie.]

[soylentprotag]

... I know.

[His voice shakes, almost to pieces, but he manages to get the words out.

And in some way, part of him does know -- because he knows just as surely as anything that all the people by him are gone, all of them forever and he has nothing left of them but the cape wrapped around his shoulders: his family, and every last face he knew before he was fifteen, some already slipping through cracks that look exactly like the coral that lives in this lake. Lived in this lake. It doesn't live where he does. Some more recent ones, Soma and the others.

They can see him, he thinks, even if they're not real because he can see them -- they're looking at him from somewhere in that way that they do when they leave, and it's like a hook in his heart dragging him forward even when something more logical is telling him he can't follow. He hasn't done enough. He can't.

Lenka reaches up and clenches his hands into fists in his cape and holds on, like Mitsuru is telling him to. It helps that her presence is there to even things out, to remind him that it's not just him being dragged along.]

Even if they're not here. It's okay. [that's not the word he means in the least, because everything is hilariously not okay, but considering the state of the camp it is indeed the average of how they all are] I just want to see them.

[linearcrash]

Yeah, it definitely was easier. Didn't really hurt like this either.

[ He has to think a moment before he shakes his head. ]

I did. And I still think it's worth it, you know. You know, he gave me something I never really thought about before.

[love_seriously]

[ She giggles at the poke, and there's an edge of genuine relief in it. It's incredible how much easier it is now to pretend that everything is fine. ]

A song? What, for me?? Oh Lance, you are the sweetest! You didn't have to do something like that...