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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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[Seeing Floe is always a great start to the day, and this time she doesn't seem upset. He turns in his seat and grins in earnest.]

Floe, hi! Wanna hang out somewhere?

With you? Always.

[ She's...gotten used to it, by now. It's still Lance. Honestly, she should be grateful. He seems so relaxed now.

It's fine. ]

[That's a much more encouraging response than the ones Floe had been giving before which makes cautiousness seem a lot less necessary. It;s pretty much all he needs to hear to decide he's just gonna jump up over the back of the pew real quick.]

You can pick the place. I just want to spend some time with you.

You don't have to wait for them to finish? [ Tilting her head slightly towards the other zombies and their spooky singalong. Lance DOES seem less into it than the rest of them... ]

[His expression is guilty for a moment. No, he's not supposed to be skipping and that does cause him some conflict, but you know what? Last week he was on his best good boy behavior in chapel and somehow ended up in a tree anyway, so.

He grabs Floe's hand.]

I won't tell if you won't tell.

[ She lets him take her hand, and even intertwines their fingers. ]

Our little secret, then. C'mon.

[Doo doo doo, sneaking out of chapel a little early with some anxious looking back just in case, but once they're on the ground floor of the lodge, he turns to Floe with a laugh.]

My heart's racing right now. Hope the Lord doesn't get all offended or-

[A troubling thought, actually. Though perhaps not quite as troubling as the fact that Lance seems to have gone tense for some reason. He trails off with a frown.]

It'll be okay! I'm sure the, um, the 'Lord' won't mind too much. Once in a while can't...hurt...Lance?

[ She blinks up at him, expression starting to turn worried as she notices how quiet he's suddenly gotten. ]

Lance, are you okay?

[Words don't come first. Instead it's the movement of his fingers and the back of her hand, slowly but surely tracing out an image of an incomplete circle with three gaps.]

Can't talk long. Their symbol. The Organization controlling Sol. Working on more info.

Edited 2018-07-10 05:03 (UTC)

[ Floe isn't even aware that she's holding her breath until he stops speaking. She stares at him wide-eyed, heartbeat pounding in her ears so loud she can barely register the words he's saying at first. ]

Lance...? It's...it's really you, isn't it? You really are still here...!

[ She puts her own hand over the one he was tracing with, holding onto that small sign of him, the real him, with an edge of desperation. ]

Oh Lance, I...I'm so sorry! I just don't know what to do...I'm trying but I don't know how to help you! Tell me what to do, please...

[Looking apologetic, Lance nods. He wishing he could say more to reassure her, but control is slipping fast. His grip tightens on her hand, weakening as he speaks.]

Help S-

[He doesn't manage that last bit. Shuddering, he shakes his head. His expression goes back to vacamt happiness.]

Lance?! Wait-!

[ She can already see him slipping away, all too quickly, gone before she can say or do anything else. Her hands tremble around his as that lovely, empty smile returns, and her own expression turns briefly devastated before she moves to throw her arms around him, burying her face in his shirt. ]

[Lance puts his arms around Floe without hesitating, almost like it's a reflex to hold her back.]

Floe...?

[Oh god, what did he do while he was out of it for a couple of seconds.]

Did I say something weird again...? I'm sorry.

[ It takes a minute. A minute to get over the painful sting of hearing the confusion in his voice again, knowing that he's forgotten everything once more. Knowing that the thing holding her right now isn't Lance as she knew him anymore.

But it was. For just a few brief seconds, she'd heard him. She'd seen Lance, finally, reflected in those strange eyes. She'd heard all about it from the others: listened to Nine talk about Talcott, the real Talcott, reaching out, heard about the things Ren and the others had seen in that strange other-camp...

But Floe still hadn't really believed it. Whether in doubt or denial, she just couldn't bring herself to believe that it was true. She's always been that way, hasn't she? Her entire purpose in life is to uphold the beliefs of others. But whenever things get tough, she just never believes it until she sees it with her own eyes. But now...

Now she had. ]

...no, that's not it. You didn't...say anything wrong at all. I just...really felt like hugging you all of a sudden.

[ She squeezes once, tightly, before letting go again, stepping back and grinning up at him with a bright, sincere smile. ]

I was pretty standoffish last week, huh? I'm really sorry about that. But I'm feeling better now.

I'm just feeling a whole, whole lot better now.

[That's such a tonal shift from last week that it takes Lance a hot moment to really wrap his mind around this. Then again, maybe there's not much he has to try and process. Whatever the reason, Floe's feeling better and that's all that really matters, right? Reaching out, he gives Floe's cheek an affectionate poke and smiles back.]

That's so great to hear!

[Because really that prank he pulled wasn't meant to have this kind of effect on her or anyone else. But after being told repeatedly by people not to bring up the prank again, he wisely (??) keeps his mouth shut about that. So instead...]

I was really worried about you! You're normally so much happier and seeing you sad makes me sad too. I tried to think about ways to cheer you up, but... all I got was a silly song.

[ 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...

[There's a grin at that though tinged with some slight sheepishness.]

It's not a good song. I'm not a musical genius or whatever, it was just to make you smile... so uh, don't expect too much. You still wanna hear it?

Of course I do! Don't worry, I'm sure it's totally great. And even if it stinks I promise to lie anyway~

Heh, you don't have to lie about it. I know a lame song when I hear one.

[BUT OKAY, HERE GOES NOTHING? This may or may not be sung to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star.]

Chin up, chin up, sugar dove
It'll be fine with the power of love
Find a smile again so bright
Get back up on your feet to fight
Chin up, chin up, sugar dove
It'll be fine with the power of love

[ 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

Heh.

[He brightens up.]

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

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in which I run screaming from this tag

so this was a great week for graveyard lance, huh

YOU CAUSED THIS.