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]

[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!

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie's eyes get wide with surprise at the sudden hug. But... but this is good. This is RICHIE. Not that depressed kid who'd given up all hope. THIS. He GRINS and wraps his arms around Richie's waist, holding him close]

I love you, too. [Have another kiss, Richie. (ENJOY THOSE FEELS, PARTNER!)]

[trashmouthtozier]

God, I - I wanna ride. Where should we ride to? I mean - we probably can't go too far, but ... there's gotta be something we can do.

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie grins, releasing Richie so he's free to grab his bike.]

I dunno, I've never really took mine off road much. But I'm sure we can ride it around camp, like to the boundaries? Hell, I don't even fucking care where, it'll just feel good to ride!

[trashmouthtozier]

Yeah! Let's just do laps around the camp. Maybe we'll see something we can use, you know? Like ... another fucking animal with a computer stick or something.

[climbing onto the bike feels like meeting an old friend. he takes a second to run his hands over the handlebars, feeling the chinks and cracks in the plastic, the place where the end of one cover busted when he dropped it too hard on the sidewalk outside the movie theatre that one summer, the remnants of duct tape from putting streamers on it for the 4th of July parade when he was 12 ...]

If you'd told me on Saturday I'd feel this fucking good on a Monday I never would have believed you.

[itsagazebo]

I know, right? It's like... it almost feels wrong to feel this good, but I don't fucking care.

[He beams at Richie]

Race you to the beach.

[without waiting for a response he takes off, standing on the padals as he flies off in the direction of the beach.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[oh hell yes, race - WAIT WHAT HEY]

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO COUNT OFF, ASSHOLE!!!

[he's laughing as he works at the pedals, though, because YES. Eddie's right, he probably shouldn't feel this good, but FUCK it, they need this day. let them just have this before something else gets wrecked]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie's laughing all the way to the beach. It feels like an actual happy summer day back at Derry.

Except he's never had to stop his bike on sand. He skids... and promptly dumps his bike. He hits the ground, scraping his elbow.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie sees him go down and immediately puts his feet down instead of hitting the brakes normally, abandoning his bike and running up to him]

Shit, are you okay?

[he keeps his eyes on the water. if the kittens smell the blood ...]

[itsagazebo]

[He sits up laughing, waving a hand dismissively]

Dude, this is nothing. Do you remember the time I flipped over the handlebars going down that huge fucking hill?

[trashmouthtozier]

Oh my God you were like Evil Kinevil.

[he laughs at the memory, then sobers, pulling Eddie into a hug]

I know it was worse then, but ... that was home. This is ... here.

[itsagazebo]

[Oh, hey, hugs! He returns that hug with a smile]

Well, yeah, I know it's here, but I'm still okay. It's just a scrape, see?

[He pulls back far enough to show Richie his elbow]

[trashmouthtozier]

Right. Just a scrape.

[he puffs out a sigh]

Jesus I need to get my shit together. It's not like a little cut's gonna kill you.

[pause.]

Here.

[and he'll contort himself enough so he can kiss the scrape. LIKE YOU DO.]

[itsagazebo]

Yeah, it's not like a broken arm, right?

[He blushes]

Oh man, you didn't have to do that! It was probably filthy!

[trashmouthtozier]

Dude, my mouth is already filthy, remember?

[itsagazebo]

Not as filthy as your brain.

[trashmouthtozier]

[have his best Catherine O'Hara, from one of Bill's favorite movies:]

Youuuu like it.