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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[killtheanimals]

[Oh, yikes. No force-feeding that yo their captors, then.]

What do they look like?

[soylentprotag]

[It may be inadvisable to add a deadly unkillable god virus on top of the existing deadly unkillable god virus, yes.]

Vials, pills and bottles. Orange liquid, usually... [he thinks for a moment] There might be more grenades, too. Flash ones.

[killtheanimals]

[Hemlock it is.]

We might have an easier time finding the flash grenades, since those are better for killing.

[soylentprotag]

[He gives him a startled look, even though he really shouldn't be startled by these things by now -- Lenka looks from Mitsuru's pile of stuff back to the main pile, which is full of all sorts of knick-knacks and--]

They're just... for stunning. And distraction.

[It's not really a denial, just slow realization and doubt.]

There are a lot of things here that aren't weapons...

[Which would be why they're still stuck here.]

[killtheanimals]

[Lenka this is week 7 of "alright kids please murder each other."]

But they want us killing each other, not healing. Stan was the one who gave Chloe the gun, remember?

[soylentprotag]

[He likes to think of it as "survival jenga", leave him alone.]

And I don't think either Stan or Red really wanted any of this.

[Maybe, once upon a time, Red had been under the impression that this sort of ritual was necessary. But he's hopeful that they're on their way to changing her mind, hopefully changing the ritual.]

So, this stuff... that's not all it's for.

[killtheanimals]

The people they work for, obviously.

[Come on, Lenka...]

It's the same with our powers. Certain things were available to encourage killing, even if there's other facets to it.

[soylentprotag]

[He pauses, runs a hand through his hair briefly and then gets back to the pile, himself. A good deal of it seems to be clothes, some electronics that don't work and that he doesn't always recognize, and then, well, weapons. He's already got a knife of his own, so he just starts sorting them away from the rest.

There's really no point to their attempt at an argument, he knows, because the end result doesn't change unless they force it to.]

... Like the way they brought us here.

[killtheanimals]

[-Actually.

His hand pauses at that, a thought coming to mind.]

...Apparently some of us came here voluntarily.

[soylentprotag]

[He also pauses what he was doing, probably in the middle of digging out yet another unhelpfully sharp set of knives. There's a real danger of stabbing yourself the more you look through here. He does turn to look at Mitsuru with some curiosity.]

You're talking about the hunters.

[It's not quite a question, but there's a chink of uncertainty in it. He's not actually sure where this is leading.]

[killtheanimals]

I'm talking about how Stan seemed convinced at first that we walked in ourselves.

All of us were told why we were being brought here, to some extent. Some of us were dragged, but some of us came here of our own free wills. Not that it matters which, because all of us have forgotten it regardless.

[soylentprotag]

Oh. I just... assumed that was a cover story. Because it didn't make sense to come here ourselves.

[Unless they were tricked, of course -- after so many weeks in this strange hellhole, if there's one thing he's learned it's that nothing is as it seems or at least as it sounds like. Words are terribly twisted, whether friendly or not, and he still can't say he's completely learned to navigate the swamp of it.]

And, you saw the way they brought us here.

[That machine. It's hard to imagine that they would have been able to agree to anything involving that thing.]

[killtheanimals]

It's odd, isn't it? If they bring our souls here, and erase our memories after, why do they even bother explaining it to us?

What are they playing at?

[soylentprotag]

You remember... it wasn't just our memories that were changed.

[The drug. All of the effects, that could possibly have have been part of the big cover story they've been fed -- something to throw them off the trail of realizing what really happened to them and their bodies. Their skills and abilities. He's still not entirely sure who it's coming from, because all the counselors had been in on it, to an extent.

It's only because they wouldn't stop digging and because of the dead (and a certain raccoon) that they've come this far.]

This is something that happens often enough. They have a contingency plan for everything.

[Or at least, they think they do. He doesn't specifically use the word 'protocol'.]

[killtheanimals]

[Wise choice, Lenka.]

You think that's part of another contingency plan?