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camppetoskey2018-07-09 11:09 am
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?
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[there's a pause. a few blinks while Mitsuru tries to work through those emotions, before she speaks again]
Y. . . yes, that's correct. Broadswords are meant for slicing, while rapiers are meant for thrusting and parrying. The two styles are different; both have their strengths and weaknesses.
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Possibly he's done it in his sleep before, too. Sorry, Cabin 2.]
The... Aragami that we fight. We focus on -- on incapacitating them and exploiting weak points. That's why we need the Arcs to be like this.
[Don't forget the fact that he's wielded something absurdly bigger and more unwieldy, but we're not talking about that for now; there might be a hint of wry exasperation when he thinks back to the experimentation they've been doing with his weapon.]
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It's a similar method to how we fight Shadows back home.
[fought. past tense. god, she needs to remember that]
Only we exploit weaknesses with elemental magic, and. . .
[. . . she trails off, shakes her head, and then suddenly changes the subject]
My apologies, Utsugi, but do you feel something strange about this conversation?
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Presumably Marisa and the others' healing magic hadn't missed it, but it's still a momentary worry. He flexes his own fingers a little on that arm in unconscious reflection, which likely changes the ache a little bit. Hm.
Focusing is still difficult, so all he gets is something vague about Shadows and magic -- was that something that had come up in one of Ren's explanations, perhaps, the details of it? -- before Mitsuru is prodding at the root of their problems. Whatever it is.]
... There is something strange. It's... not a hallucination, but it feels like something else is here. [he tilts his head and taps at his temple a little, to indicate something there rather than any of the things stalking them on top of it] Here.
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[and just like that, he puts her strange feelings into words. that's what it is]
[her expression twists curiously, and she flexes her arm again when Lenak does. the timing of her wince isn't coincidental. the ache he feels mirrors itself in her own limbs]
Y. . . yes, that's it. Something other than the artificial paranoia.
[and hallucinations]
It's as though my feelings aren't all. . . my own.
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[When she moves her arm again and he sees her expression, something clicks.
Lenka looks down at his own arm and then reaches down, undoing the fastenings for the glove covering most of it. The skin underneath is still kind of bruised-looking, though as at most trials recently when they've had to strip it's otherwise unmarked. He leaves it that way and doesn't move it again to minimize what he suspects is getting through to Mitsuru. Looks a little apologetic about it.]
If this is... If there's some kind of link, I'm, uh, sorry.
[He's going to scratch his head with his other hand. It's not really just the additional injury he's apologizing for. If Mitsuru is... in his head, then it's not going to be a good time. She's one of the people he trusts most in the camp, and he's bad at hiding things either way, so Lenka is sorry but otherwise a little relieved to at least have some idea what's going on.
A little echo of that probably comes through, the way he's leaning on that trust.]
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Ah. . .
[she does feel that contriteness, and it only amplifies her own]
. . . I see. So this is what they're doing to us this week.
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[There's a slow-stirring worry now that things are coming clear; her healed wounds are one thing, and the remaining damage to his arm is another, but if it goes further than that... if they're linked in both body and soul now (bodies for food, souls for growth), then what happens when the weekend comes calling? What happens if--
Belatedly, he tamps down on that rising anxiousness, but she's probably gotten a good idea of it. There's unhappiness and fear there before he smothers it, though without the context of where either are directed.
Lenka bites his lip briefly and then looks back up at her, trying to decide what to say. It's harder to keep his usual reserve with everything tangled up like this.]
If this week is anything like the others, then we -- we have to talk to everyone.
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I imagine Sol is still angry. They're throwing their worst at us now, and that's troubling.
[she worries her lower lip and stands up a little taller]
You're right, though. We should speak with everyone and caution them on the consequences of acting rashly.
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His assessment here is that while this week might be better than the last in terms of interpersonal conflict (and are the secrets really gone, or just biding their time?), it could be a worse in other ways. Quite a lot worse.
Lenka places his uninjured hand over his right wrist, as though that could stop the thoughts. It helps to focus on a plan of action.]
The earlier weeks were... they were easier. [slowly, because it's something he's realized before, but having to re-realize it over and over again is unpleasant] We have to warn the others. Yes. And... I was talking to people last week, Ren and Richie and Red and the others, about how we can patch things up with Sol.
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[they need to try]
Oh? And what did they advise?
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[He's never been all that good at giving in to what the gods wanted -- whether it's the Aragami that wanted to destroy his home and everything he knew, or what people told him about the Aragami (and there were cults back home, of course there were), or the gods of the old world and their books and their exhortations of what to do in hard times.
But Sol -- is something else, he thinks, not just because he's done much worse than most of the other gods he knew. Much more personal and relentless, a vicious and slow whittling away.]
That Sol has a soul, some reason that they're doing this that has to do with the organization. That they have a will of their own. [that's the important part, isn't it?] We've tried to communicate with them, through the dead and the shack. I think we could try the altar, too.
They were quiet this week. It might be time to go to them.
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[but how would they approach them, after what happened in the Metaverse? after how they lashed out at Ren and the rest of them for meddling?]
We'd have to approach with caution an contriteness. I imagine they're still incredibly wary of us. Trust is not easily earned, even if it is our end goal to help them.
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[Maybe it's optimism, or irreverence, or he's just too used to charging in when it comes to dealing with the divine. There's the awareness that they'll need to tread carefully, but also the knowledge that they can't turn back or stay in place. They have too much to lose either way.
So long as you're alive, there's a chance -- that's how he'd decided to deal with being here, and how he's going to deal with Sol, even if it might not strictly be alive in the same sense that they are.]
I think we're all trapped. Sol, too. So we have to deal with each other. There are enough of us to try different ways, until we find what works.
[It's debatable whether a united front or cautious exploration is the name of the game right now. They probably will need both.]
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But even then. . . whatever attempts we make will have to be thought through thoroughly.
[say that five times fast]
We can't afford to make any further mistakes.
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[Everyone has their own way of dealing with things -- influenced by their worlds, abilities and who knows what else. They can try to herd the cats, but at the end of the day they're cats in their own right; they've made it this far somehow, though.]
But we'll do what we can. I don't think we can afford another week like last week, either. I think we can all agree on that.
[Remembering that trial... they'd managed, somehow. But they'd come very close to the edge. He doesn't blame Chuuta for needing some time to recover, either. All of them do.]