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]

It's okay. Whatever you're seeing over there? It's not real. It's just the coral kid messing with your head. C'mon, we should go find something to do so you're not thinking about it.

[he glances at Boa, and remembers their night in the rec room]

Come play a board game with me. Boa can play too.

[killtheanimals]

[Easily said, when you can't hear the dying screams of a child. Mitsuru closes his eyes, but he does nod.]

Fine. Let's just-- go.

[It's said through gritted teeth.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie puts an arm around his shoulders, partly to ground him in reality, and partly to comfort both of them, and steers him toward the lodge]

Whatever you're seeing? Hearing? Even if it's not real, I ... I'm sorry.

[killtheanimals]

[His shoulders are tight with tension, and he gives a slight start when he hears a nasty gurgle signaling the end of that particular hallucination.

Reluctantly, he removes his hands from his head, not that they were enough to block much of anything out to begin with.]

...I'll be fine.

[Since he's clearly doing so well right now. Lead the way, Richie.]

[trashmouthtozier]

Dude, you really don't look fine, you look like shit. Hmmmmmm.

[he mimes putting on a stethoscope and holds the invisible end of it to Mittens' chest]

Hmmmmmm.

[pardon him while he looks in your ears]

Yes. Yes. A bonafide case of Camp Bullshititis. Dr. Tozier's official prescription? I think you need to learn how to play Hungry Hungry Hippos.

[OFF TO THE REC ROOM]

[killtheanimals]

[...

Richie

What are you doing.

He'll allow himself to be dragged to the rec room, at least.]

Are you always like this?

[It's not really barbed in any way, just a bit mystified. He's not really had a jokester friend in... a very, very long time.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[the question just makes him laugh like hell]

Well, yeah! It's why everyone back home calls me Trashmouth. 'Cuz I never shut up and I swear so fuckin' much. But it's so damn boring in Derry, I figure we gotta have SOME entertainment other than Eddie's mom and choking our chickens, am I right?

[killtheanimals]

[It's something else to focus on, at least, so he'll keep on this topic.]

Is Derry... out in the country?

[trashmouthtozier]

Yeah, I think almost all of Maine is the country. Except maybe Portland. And Freeport, but that's mostly because of L.L. Bean.

[killtheanimals]

America was really... big. From what I remember.

[And mostly from looking out the plane window.]