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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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Welcome back to reality, Lenka.
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[His chest is tight and his grasp on everything is still vague, so Lenka moves and speaks only slowly, but he does eventually move away to give Eddie room. There's contriteness mixed in with the water and the wind of the lake slowly trickling back in along with awareness -- the world isn't still and silent and full of faces, even if there are still figures waiting at the corner of his vision.
If he turns his head he might see them again.
Lenka closes his eyes instead, because they're in the lake and part of him recognizes the wrongness in that, and that he can't keep doing this. So he cuts it off. Tries to breathe through it now that most of the water's run back down into the lake.]
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[Eddie shifts so he's kneeling, not even caring anymore that they're in the water, though the sand and water sting the scrape on his knee. He frowns with concern as he reaches out to touch Lenka's arm.]
Whatever you think you see? It's not there. It can't hurt you. It's just this place fucking with your head.
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[Lenka jumps a little at the touch and momentarily stumbles over his words, but he doesn't pull away or splash them again (too much) and manages to stumble his way to the end of that, so all's well that ends well, for the most part. He's staring at Eddie's hand now after that surprise, trying to see just... himself. And the people who are real.
A part of him had been afraid all this time of what could happen if the hallucinations took over, and the wrong person was there, or if anyone got dragged into it. That part hasn't quite graduated to I told you so's, but it's still there, needling him.]
... They won't hurt me. [not physically] I-- just didn't think I'd see them. I should have known I wouldn't see them here.
[But the thing is, with hallucinations and paranoia and all kinds of things fucking with their heads, knowing and understanding aren't always in sync anymore.]
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[He smiles grimly. He's involved whether you like it or not, dude. He's worried about Lenka. The hallucinations have hit them all pretty hard, but he hadn't seen anyone at risk of dying because of one, yet.]
This place is fucking with all of our heads. There's no telling what any of us could see...
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[He cuts himself off before he goes into another series of apologies. It's not like him, but then it's not quite all of him here yet, trying to rein in a fit of babbling and inability to get his words in order. He focuses a little harder down at his own arms, raising a hand to rub at his eyes a little.
It doesn't actually clear up his vision all that much more, but it feels like some of the world comes a little clearer if he presses hard enough. That's something. He's used to having to yank himself back from hallucinations of the monsters he knows by now. This...]
I underestimated them. [it's not immediately clear what or who them would be] I wouldn't -- do anything. If it was a normal hallucination. Maybe that's why...
[The last part comes out in a small sigh. He shoves away the what-ifs and I told you so's, back to arm's length where they belong.]
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Lenka... what... what did you see?
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Fortunately, the trainwreck was a few weeks back. This is just slowly, still, putting the tracks back in order. He drags in a quick breath, and it only shakes for a second.]
The dead. From back home. Everyone. [the air rushes back out in a sound that's not quite a laugh; but also not quite sad enough to be anything else; it's complicated] They just... the lake... I didn't notice.
[There were absolutely enough of them not to notice.]
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His eyes go distant as he looks up, the horror slowly creeping into his face. He chokes back a scream and falls backwards, water splashing as he catches himself.]