WEEK 7

[petoskeymods]

WEEK 7

A new counselor, and a brutal execution. Camp just continues to surprise, doesn't it?

The rain is back, though this time it is in sprinkles and light showers. It helps bring the temperature down, but in the breaks between those mists the humidity is brutal.

The WiiU is still here, but for some reason none of the games will play. Instead all you can do is watch the faceless Mii on the Mii menu while the remaining Miis (minus Floe, Gonta, and Shirou) cower off to the sides.

Eleven of you are left. You have made it past the 'keep ten alive to the start of week 7' warning that Red gave, but what will happen now? Is this it? Is this who will survive? Or will more death happen? And what's going to happen to the dead?

A lot of questions still need answering.

11 CAMPERS REMAIN.

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[trashmouthtozier]

We won't let her do that to you.

We --- we can't.

[killtheanimals]

[He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. After a moment, he simply closes it again, shaking his head.

This is all so... so stupid. Facing down the constant terror of being used for something he wants nothing to do with, regardless of his own will--

Not for the first time, he has to wonder why he's even here.]

[trashmouthtozier]

Mits ...

[Richie goes to him, wrapping his arms around him]

Remember what I said to you, on your birthday? I meant it. I still do.

[he's glad you're here]

[killtheanimals]

[The hug catches him completely by surprise - he's so tense, like a tightly wound spring.

But.

After a moment... he relaxes into the hug, just a little.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[yes. good. accept the hug.

Richie doesn't say anything else - because what else is there to say that'd even do any good?

but sometimes you just need a good solid hug. and that's what he's there for right now.]

[killtheanimals]

[It's strange - he's gotten so many more hugs in a camp where they're supposed to kill each other than he has in years moving from family to family.

Gently, he raises just one hand to rest on Richie's arm, snug around him.]

...Ironic that the power I put into healing all this time was slated for this all along.

[And yet he knows perfectly well why. Had things gone differently, he may well have attempted as much of his own volition.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[quietly]

The fact you used it for healing just shows you're better than those assholes.

[killtheanimals]

[...]

It just means I'm stubborn.

[That he wants to win, and that his winning conditions did not include murder.]

[trashmouthtozier]

You're sure stubborn about not letting us insist you've got a good heart, that's for goddamn sure.

[he smiles at him. come on, is it really that bad?]

[killtheanimals]

[Richie you have a lot of faith in someone who has killed indiscriminately in the past.]

...Why do you trust me so much?

[trashmouthtozier]

Because you're proving to us that we can.

[duh?]

[killtheanimals]

Even if they'll make me kill everyone?

[trashmouthtozier]

What did I just say about that? We won't let them.

[he is determined]

[killtheanimals]

[He really does go quiet at that. Because time and time again they've been powerless in this world, and if it really comes to that...

...

No. He doesn't even want to think about it.

His grip on Richie's arm tightens ever so slightly.]

[trashmouthtozier]

We're not losing anyone else. We ...

[something in his chest tightens at even the thought of it. there are a few people he doesn't trust completely, but ... he still can't stand the thought of losing any of them. they all know each other too well, now]

... we can't.

I don't think I could handle it if we lost anyone else.

[killtheanimals]

No. If we do, you have to.

[That's where his voice becomes firm.]

If we live through this, you have to.

[trashmouthtozier]

... But how?! I ...

Christ, I'm gonna sound like an asshole, but I like everyone who's left.

[loves one of them, and that goes without saying]

It hurt bad enough to lose Boa. I almost...

... I don't want to ever feel like that again.

[killtheanimals]

[There's another one of those pauses. His hand gets a proper grip on Richie's arm this time, not painful, but still tight.]

If I can survive it twice, so can you.

[His voice is so quiet - Richie's the only one close enough to hear.]

[trashmouthtozier]

[his eyes widen - first in unexpected panic at that tight grip (thanks, Mom, for that) - then at what he actually says. Richie freezes, realizing a few things at once:

one: Mittens saw some seriously awful shit back home.
two: He could see it and still manage to loosen up enough to love Boa.
three: He trusts Richie enough to tell him that.]

Jesus Christ. I ...

[he meets his eyes. it's not pity. it's a serious, quiet, steady look. respect. understanding. a silent promise not to press]

I'm sorry.

[killtheanimals]

There's nothing to be sorry about.

[What's done is done, and if it can be fixed, it will be (he hopes, wants to hope, in spite of so many forces whispering that it's impossible, always was) - and if not, then that's that.]

Just remember that. Okay?

[trashmouthtozier]

[he swallows, suddenly struck by the urge to cry, again. not just tears, but the raw, open sobbing he did over Boa. Kanji. Gonta. despite his brave face, some part of him, bone-deep and ancient and cosmic - the part of him It touched, the part of him The Turtle saved - knows that it's not over. that there's still a motive, gentle as it is. that they're still probably going to lose someone. but who? Cielo? Lenka? Ichigo? HIM? his voice breaks a little, but he keeps it in check]

You're gonna need to remind me if it does. Hardcore.

[killtheanimals]

...I'll try.

[That's the most he can offer in this place. The most anyone can.]