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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[fallbymyhands]

We're not.

[she says firmly. there's an immediate rejection of this premise from Mitsuru]

[linearcrash]

Hey, they aren't that strong.

[ Crossing his arms and letting out a huff.

Though he does look at Lenka. Hmm. ]

Whoa. You look good in them.

[killtheanimals]

...We already knew that part. They think we're acceptable sacrifices because we aren't "real" to them.

[love_seriously]

...fake...?

What do they mean, "fake"? Just what the hell is that supposed to mean...?!

[homeecspacecop]

Why would they even say something like that?

["Don't get attached"]

It's so they don't... feel bad for us? Really?

[fallbymyhands]

[her hand are balled into fists, shoulders vibrating with anger]

What makes us any less "real" than they are?

[fallbymyhands]

Yes.

[god, she's furious]

To dehumanize us. To make themselves feel better about playing with our lives. To avoid the guilt and responsibility for their actions.

[velocirainbow]

[ Oh Cielo is pissed. ]

Jus' 'cause we ain't from de same kinda place as you, jus' 'cause we different, don't make us not real! Dey jus' like Varin!

[ He's so mad you can see the little glow on his Atma start to form. Sure hope his partner isn't sensitive to getting really pissed really easily... ]

[killtheanimals]

It's a fairly bold assumption to make, given the many powers we have that they don't seem to possess.

Creating a machine that can create people with magic seems unwise at best.

[linearcrash]

That they don't think of us as people, yo. It pisses me off!

[linearcrash]

[ WELL getting super pissed off his normal. So he's just extra extra extra? ]

[fallbymyhands]

We don't know that's what the machine is truly for.

[someone did say they could be from other dimensions]

Regardless, we all have memories of past experiences. We feel pain and other emotions. I don't know what makes us more real than that.

[killtheanimals]

I just can't imagine them being able to create a machine that would be capable of it, frankly.

[Is his reasoning behind this.]

They're just trying to reassure themselves, that's all.

[yunolikebugs]

[Gonta gets excited as well!]

TELL HER, DUCHESS!

[... Oh, shoot, now he feels embarrassed for suddenly shouting.]

Uh. Sorry for shouting.

[killtheanimals]

And that's how we'll end up killing each other by mistake.

[...Something else that he nearly did himself.]

So far, I've found staying near someone else who can stop you is a good alternative.

[yunolikebugs]

Uh... Ren gonna share fudge with others?

[Dude, you're gonna get a stomachache.]

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta goes more than a little red at the compliment, and slides down off the back of the couch to actually sit on the couch properly.]

Yeah, I found some of my stuff in that pile Archer cleared out from Stan's room. [Cute girl said he's stylish!!!]

How about you, did you find anything?

[diesifkilled]

Don't worry about it. I'm glad I could help.

[killtheanimals]

Well, I don't have much else I need to do today.

[He already plays frequently himself, for want of something to keep him occupied. Maybe he'll see about crushing Zomboa at a few games - it would probably irritate the real one to perform badly, and thinking of it as teasing him is somewhat easier than accepting the death completely.]

I'll leave you to the service, then.

[trashmouthtozier]

Nice work, Boa!

[Richie is impressed. he peers over his shoulder]

What's this one? ... Eds, what the shit am I even looking at?

[trashmouthtozier]

[fear flickers across Richie's face for a moment, and then it's just replaced by disgust]

Bullshit.

[itsagazebo]

Wait. Wait. Wait. Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. WAIT! [Eddie sweeps his hands in front of him, eyes wide.] Did that asshole say "FAKEfake fake? They said shows and games? What? Like they think we're from fucking TV shows or some shit?! The other worlds and dimensions shit was hard enough to swallow but TV Shows?! That's too much. Too fucking much. Uh-uh.

[He shakes his head vigorously.]

Nope. No fucking way. No. Fucking. Way.

[trashmouthtozier]

I know, RIGHT? I mean, what the fuck, it's like they think we're from some lameass miniseries.

Fuck that shit.

[a pause]

Unless they're talking about the counselors? They did mention Archer. Maybe it's the employees who are fake, and we're real?

[particlebarrier]

You tell 'em, Sugar.

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie squints at it for a moment, turning it around in his hands. It takes him a minute or so.]

I... I think I get it! Gimme one of those crayons.

[He snatches a crayon from Richie's stash and starts filling in blocks, pausing every so often to look it over. Finally, he holds it up]

It's a number 5. [He smirks] Gotta thank Ma for all those stupid puzzles she keeps buying me when I'm "sick."