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Week 6

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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Good.

[Soft and needy and he tugs Nine's arms around him and it's a good fifteen minutes or so before he jerks in his arms, blinking sleepily up at Nine.]

You gotta go...mmmm not far though? [Confused combination of nudging him away and holding his hand at the same time.]

[There's a bit of giggling coming from the shore where Lance is sitting. Apparently he's building a sandcastle as you do.]

Thinking about doing some skinny dipping when nobody's around?

[ He was hoping they could stay. It's been weeks since he felt Tal cuddled up again like this in bed.

And then Tal's sudden movement has him completely awake again. ]

Huh?

[ Yawning sleepily as he nuzzles against him ]

Not far, huh? [ He can sleep on the floor again...or ]

I can push one of the bunks closer.

[Lenka stays against the barrier in the lake, though he slumps a little against it when Mitsuru speaks, his hands curling into loose fists against it. He doesn't do anything like start hammering on the barrier, though; having seemingly accepted its solidity. And perhaps the frontal collision had at least knocked a little sense back into him.

His voice is still small, a little lost.]

It's a hallucination. It's not solid. [it sounds like he's trying to convince himself] There's coral, so I thought-- I should have thought--

[He's starting to lose track of what the hallucinations should or shouldn't be telling him, though. The coral belongs here, of course, but none of the people around him do except for what sounds like Mitsuru's voice, behind him. He vaguely recognizes this spell; it seems to be a favorite. Mitsuru isn't dead.]

We're not dead.

[Sandcastles are an important part of the beach experience, kind of like stray half-soaked boys who are trying to wander away to commune with the dead in a direction that happens to have a lake in it. Lenka pauses in brief confusion when he hears the giggling, but then he looks back and... doesn't look particularly surprised to see Lance, like whatever he's seeing accounts for him being there in the first place.

He stares at him for a long moment.]

Lance. I'm not... [and then he looks down, as though seeing the water up his waist for the first time; he stares down into it, distracted] Oh.

That all you gotta say for yourself?

[Lance laughs, then dusts the sand off his hands to apparently go join Lenka in the water. Turns out when you no longer think Kibbles and Kibbles Jrs exist caution just stops being a consideration entirely. Also, he's definitely wearing his camp outfit right now but fuckit -- time to go play in the water.

...Or not because he comes to a screeching halt before that magical twenty feet away mark.]

You better have some pants on. I just want to have some fun without breaking any of the rules.

Awriiiiight -- you're the best, Marisa!

[HOPPING ON!!]

This how you win over all the boys and girls?

[ She is. Honestly speechless, standing there with hands clasped against her chest as she listens. Holy shit. Holy shit. Her heart is fit to burst from how delighted she is. ]

Lance that was the cutest thing I've ever heard in my life oh my god

I'm just a natural born love expert! Anywhere that romance needs a little help blossoming, I'll be there to shed some light!

[ OHOHOHO~

In other words, no, she's just a big romance nerd. ]

Huh...yeah, I guess I can see it. Lance definitely said this was the symbol, but that doesn't mean they didn't take it from something else originally. An evil symbol...hmph, yeah, I'd buy that. They're obviously bad guys.

Anything he could fit in his room, anyway. [ No fully equipped airship under Stan-ta's tree for this girl. ]

You know, the usual stuff: holidays, festivals...important weddings and funerals, sometimes. Most of the time we got to just fly around, but sometimes they'd bring us out to bless the people or make nice with VIPs. That's when we'd really have to dress up.

What, seriously?! And he got 12 off me for just my clothes, so that's...

[ Calculating...oooh my god Stan, YOU DESERVED TO GO TO PRISON ]

Ugh, whatever. Anyway, that's exactly what I mean! Why bother with this weird charade anyway? Their logic makes nooo sense.

[ Petulantly shoving part of the stack aside as she speaks. ]

Oh no.

[Every little childhood memory just hits Chuuta kind of all at once. Chasing after Gucci, being little enough that it was still okay to hold hands, crying into his pillow when he thought Gucci was going to move away, the warm feeling he'd had (even back then) when Gucci smiled and said "you're my best friend".

The way everything fell apart when they were seven years old and he was the only one who survived.]

No way, there's no way I'm...

[Finding out Gucci wasn't dead, knowing that even if he was part of Demille now he'd still always be Chuuta's best friend. Being ready to fight him if that's what it took, with the vague hope that maybe it wouldn't matter if Gucci was a criminal and a murderer, maybe they could still be friends again. And then the aftermath of that fight, Gucci's bloodied smile and you are my best friend and the feeling in Chuuta's heart wasn't just some kind of seeing-your-best-friend-again feeling, it was a feeling that shifted his entire world.

It's one thing to like your best friend, it's another to realize you're in love with him.]

I don't think I am.

[ There's a small smile accompanying these words. ]

We don't need to talk about it again at all if there's nothing you want to say to it. This wasn't exactly a planned confession with a goal in mind.

[ He pauses, then adds: ] Not that it's bad if you know.

Nine!

[Lenka almost yells it, but dials himself down to a hiss a split-second after the name tries to bolt out -- he'd been wracking his brains for ways to get Nine to... somehow block him out without having to leave the meeting or ask Nine to leave the meeting or having to take turns at the meeting which is just a little ridiculous for something this... ridiculous. They have so many other things to worry about.

It's going to be stuck in his mind now, though, like spreading moss or perhaps a small, persistent step that's been missing long enough he's gotten used to skipping over it. He's going to be tripping a lot. This sucks.

He's also bright red again, thanks.]

Just-- Just stop saying-- Stop-- Just stop.

[Any more and he'll be the one useless for the rest of the meeting (spoilers: both the meeting and him will be useless) or he'll seriously have to gag Nine. Help him.]

Heh.

[He brightens up.]

The cutest thing ever...? Now you're just exaggerating!

[On the floor would be uncomfy, he doesn't want you uncomfy Nine.]

Mmm.. yeah. scoot closer.

[He is half asleep but yeah that works, especially because his curtains will prevent canoodles.]

[ The smile returns to Boa's face instantly. ]

That's for the best. I bet you can get very creative within the rules, too.

You look less like a fighter, it's true.

[ NOT DUMB, just... kind of nerdy. ]

When did you know?

[ Because seriously, he's still a little surprised about this development. ]

[It's so...

Stupid, really, the extent to which this Boa just doesn't get it.]

There are things that still need to be said. Just not right now.

[ Boa glances around at the complete mess of a meeting. ]

... I'd have wanted it to not be now at all, yeah.

[ He's a zombie! He thinks camp hang-outs are great! But this is... not dignified. ]

[He leans a bit on his staff. As he does when he's lounging lazily during a conversation. ]

No, we aren't. [Are his hallucinations perhaps...]

You shouldn't be seeing any of the dead. Not any real ones, anyway.

[...you know what, sure, that's an acceptable interpretation.]

And yet we're still doing better than the others, I'd say.

[ A dry laugh. ]

The bar isn't high.

[ Staring over at whatever is going on with Chuuta and the girls, to be honest. ]

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I am not late to this at all, be ye not fooled

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what is this thing you call 'late'

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so this was a great week for graveyard lance, huh

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YOU CAUSED THIS.

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