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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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[The curtains were for sun shade but y'know. Fine.]

It's late, Nine. You should go get some sleep.

[Odd how he's not looking at him. Or wearing his chocobo hat. Though he does have on an (embarrassingly tight) black t-shirt with the usual khaki camp shorts. And his black and green printed scarf.]

[ He raises his brows at that, being a little surprised. Giving Ren's shoulders a squeeze. He's fine, see? ]

Oh yeah? What's up?

[ He scoots over to give Tal room. ]

I will in a bit.

[ Patting the spot next to him ]

Hey, sorry I haven't been around, yo. Didn't mean to leave you all alone.

[ You guys have unlocked srs!Nine, so the tight shirt will have to wait. ]

Monday

[Sometime after the morning's... excitement, Mitsuru can actually be found asleep in the rec room. It's not like the last time, when he was laid out over the couch - instead he was evidently drawing some sort of stern-looking palace in his booklet when he simply dropped off, head resting on his arms.

Pretty soundly, too. He won't wake if someone gets close. Might wanna give him a poke before someone takes advantage of his nap for an easy kill - or snoop through the booklet, that's fine too.

Later, he can be found playing Splatoon, weird Miis be damned. Come challenge him?]

Tuesday

[It quickly becomes apparent that Boa's zombie has decided to follow him everywhere, which... he can handle. It's unpleasant, being constantly accompanied by a shell of someone he considers a friend, but he can deal with it.

Up until she appears, anyway. Pigtails. Bright, cheerful laughter.

Blood. So, so much blood.

With both voices in his ears, it doesn't take long before he can't stand it any longer, sinking to the ground with his hands over his ears.]

Shut up!

[It's not them. It's not really them. But still, they continue to haunt him...]

[He glances to the space Nine's patted, looks away again. Also... gosh has he... skipped shaving for 2 days? Seems like he's got a fair bit of stone scruff happening there.]

It-

stop

[Talcott just hunches his shoulders, looking down at his feet, looking smaller and more lost than he has since he died.]

[ Boa can't see Aya. How could he? So all he understands is that one moment he is talking to his friend, the other moment he is being rejected. Which basically means he understands nothing at all. ]

Mitsuru...?

[ And because he understands nothing whatsoever, he reaches out to touch the other boy's shoulder. ]

[ It's odd. This Tal did seem pretty dedicated at keeping up the usual schedule. Nine holds out his hand, tilting his head. ]

Hey, what's wrong? I'm dumb, Tal. I won't know unless you say it.

I need to apologize. I said a lot of dumb shit on Saturday. Like ... a butt-ton.

[he's fighting tears every word of the way, but ... managing, because this is so necessary. and also partly because he's dehydrated himself from crying over the weekend and needs to drink more. yay]

I don't know how much of it you remember, but that doesn't matter. I'm sorry for all of it. You ... you were doing what you thought you had to do. What you thought was right. Just like when I got in that rock war with Bowers, the one I told you about after Talcott --

[he catches himself]

-- went in Time Out.

It's ... in the end, it's not very different at all. I could have ended up doing the same thing you did to Usagi. To help my friends. To keep us safe. So.

I'm ... I'm sorry.

How do you prepare for what you don't know, though? It's not like we can make fuckin' fallout shelters or something, like they do for nukes.

And you're looking fiiiiine.

[WINK.]

Okay. We can make breakfast, too. ... Eggs shouldn't be too hard, right?
Fuck, I miss bacon. Do you think we could bribe someone into making us bacon?

Updating my notes with the stuff Ren shared yesterday. I talked to Kirijo about it, too. I ... it helped.

[he sucks in a deep breath]

When I was talking to Lenka, he ... helped me figure out something. As long as I think about what we know? Like, details, and facts, and stuff? It's easier to handle the shit that happens.

I mean - it still sucks. A lot. But ... it sucks less to think we can find a plan. Does that make any sense to you? I mean - I feel almost like an asshole saying it that way. But ... I feel okay enough that I might even go try to talk to Boa.

[he's sucking it up, because ...]

Because he's still in there. Somewhere. And I need to tell him I'm sorry.

I-!

[He starts to speak, looks up at Nine, insistent and immediately deflates.]

don't wanna keep making you sad.

[He's not there enough to understand why Nine pulled away from him the other night but he's not so oblivious as to not notice that Nine has been sad. And that it is, in some way, his fault.]

[oh my god]

[Richie's whizzing around on HIS BIKE, HELL YES - when he sees Marisa out there. yeah. that's sure a lot of girl skin. his cheeks flush, and a buzz runs over his skin as he puts the brakes on, his heels digging into the dirt.

sure, Bev had shown up at the quarry in her training bra and her granny panties, but this? this is an ACTUAL BIKINI and he hasn't really seen any of those, before, and there's just something different about that. something that makes it clear that This Is A Girl.

but the bikini pales in comparison to those balls of water and the floating book, and that flash of testosterone dims down to a slight spark, replaced by curiosity]

What kind of test?

The hell?

[ Leaning over to snag his arm. And just going to pull him over anyways. ]

It wasn't you, Tal. I failed... I failed to keep them safe. They all fell apart and turned on each other.

[ There's also the fucked up execution, but Nine is trying not to think about that. He knows that was the stone's doing... ]

[ If nothing else, Boa listens intently to everything Richie is saying. His expression barely changes however and it's impossible to tell how much of what's being said to him actually makes sense to him in his current state.

In the end, he just smiles. ]

I'm glad... I never meant to make you mad. Summer camp has been so much fun with you around, I didn't mean to risk that for a prank.

[Okay. If you wanna talk to a zombie you've gotta talk their language... hmm... He bites his lip and kind of rubs the back of his neck.]

Yeah, uh, our pranks aren't that... elaborate... And we haven't done any of that here.

I can make okay scrambled eggs... kind of... [... emphasis on OKAY]

Maybe Shirou's around. I did clean the kitchen for him.

[Richie was moping about Stan, okay, because that really pissed him off. he makes all sorts of grouchy llama noises, dragging his heels and bitching the whole way -

- but there they are. HIS BIKE. HIS STUFF]

HOLY FUCK!!!!

[he immediately sprints up to the bike and isn't even there before his shitty green camp shirt flutters to the ground. he wrenches that threadbare grey Freese's Department Store shirt off the handlebars and pulls it on, reaching for the white Hawaiian print shirt as he's popping his head through the t-shirt]

How the hell did you even find these?!

[that grin is a long, long, LONG 48 hours in arriving, isn't it, Eds?]

Well, yeah. Clearly. But you were smiling before I showed up.

[There's some hesitation before he responds. Sure he talked to Boa... or what's left of him... but he's been avoiding Chuuta. What the fuck do you say?! "Sorry I accused you of murder?" That just sounds dickish... UGH.]

Yeah... yeah... I know. I know I should talk to him... There aren't a lot of people left so it's hard to avoid talking to someone for too long.

[he can read between the lines enough to know what that might mean in Real Boa Talk. he wants to think that he's listening, wherever he really is. with Sol. actually there. Wherever]

I ... I know. Can you forgive me? I ... I still want to bring you back to Derry with us if we can. When this is all done.

[because Boa deserves better than a world where people would train him to think that murder is an acceptable way to survive, to think that being strong is the only thing that matters. he deserves FRIENDS]

Mitsuru, too.

Maybe I was just thinking about you.

[So coy. So smooth.]

[He winces, flashing back to the time he... almost became kitten chow.]

Y-yeah... no.

[But he thinks about it for a moment and, feeling oddly grounded despite his usual nerves, finally nods]

Okay. Yeah, sure.

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