camppetoskey | WEEK 7

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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[Hey guys! Going to the chapel might be a good idea, because all of the zombies have gathered in there.]

[There is no nausea or dizziness as the buzzing starts up - The voice now very clear and speaking almost instantly.

It feels almost comforting somehow, this week - the anger and tiredness is gone from the voice as they speak, the feeling of a hand rubbing comfortingly on your back.]

It's been a very long time, hasn't it? It's almost over now, I promise.

[You swear you can feel a gentle, tired smile, even though there's nothing in front of you.]

I still have to give you something, but it won't be as bad this week. I thought about this a lot, and this should work.

[Your mouth suddenly feels...strange. As if your taste buds have changed, all of the sudden - but the feeling fades.]

You just have a bad taste in your mouth for this week, when you eat anything. See? It's not too bad, right? They're alright with a week off, so...It'll all be okay.

But if you do want to taste normally, then you know what to do.

[The voice seems...a little worried at that.]

I hope you won't.

[And then, just like that...the voice is gone.

And while this seems like a particularly gentle motive, well...

When you go to eat today, after that?

You don't manage to eat a single bite due to the awful, terrible taste, everything both tasting and feeling awful in your mouth, almost to the point of vomiting if you take more than a bite or two.

A rock child isn't the greatest on tailoring human tastebuds. Who would've thought?]

((OOC: As it says, eating is incredibly unpleasant, as everything tastes absolutely awful in both flavor and mouthfeel, and characters will get physically sick if they try to force food down their mouths.))

Edited 2018-07-16 16:35 (UTC)

[ Once Lilith starts singing, Nine is jogging out to grab the laptop. Then he's grabbing the flash drive from Eddie. Time to see what file 6219 opens up. ]

[Once all the hubbub and mingling with the coral dead and their wordly relay race have died down, and the video is done fucking with everyone's heads for the time being, Lenka goes to stand by the altar since I guess we might as well just have this meeting in the chapel. Good thing we cleaned the bits of Floe and various murder accessories out, or this might be awkward.

When he speaks up, his voice is tight, but even.]

... We learned a lot from the dead this morning. [he'll nod quietly to the coralfam, even if they might not entirely understand what he's talking about on the face now; it's fine] You worked hard to help us. Thank you.

Now we know what the final protocol is.

[He leaves it at that.]

... Before this last weekend, I talked to Red about what we can do -- us, the living. Since we all know she might not tell the truth... We'll have to decide how much to trust this information. But we should consider it, because the final protocol isn't the only protocol. There are alternatives.

[Considering this calmly is especially going to be a problem now, but he wants them to go into it full disclosure.]

What she told me was that if we find a way to live through this, there's a way we can negotiate with the organization... the Dark Road Organization, if we want. There are those of us who have been changed too much or who have made certain choices that the organization doesn't like. She wouldn't tell me who, aside from myself, but you might be able to learn, if you talk to her.

We know that the organization has the means to give new bodies to the souls of those Sol is holding. Red wanted to use this group as leverage to make them cooperate.

[Which is asking a lot, honestly, especially right now -- trusting the organization and Red in any capacity -- and he kind of hates it. But he's going to put it out there.]

--Even if you can't trust Red at this point, we have to think about Archer, and why he's here. He's here to change the camp's protocol. He might have the power to do that. I don't know if this includes the final protocol, but what keeps Sol here is what they call the containment protocol. If we can get Archer's cooperation, we might be able to do something about it. [...] If we can show him the dead are still here, we might be able to change his mind.

That's all I have for now. Talk to Red. Talk to Archer. Find out what we can from them, and what we can do with or without them.

[He also has a sheaf of notes for reference that I am probably going to need to edit later but you know what.]

Edited 2018-07-16 17:49 (UTC)

[ Cielo can be found outside the Cabins after that meeting. He looks full of vigor, at least. ]

Awright! Dere's a lot of people here who really need to learn self-defense, so I think de important thing is dat we start takin' learnin' it seriously. If anybody needs to learn hand-to-hand, or basic combat skills, or guns, I'm willin' to teach you!

I think we all had enough of feelin' useless.

[ Tuesday evening during dinner, something strange happens. Usagi stands up, grabs Shirou, and just. Literally starts kissing him right there in the middle of the mess hall. Usagi Tsukino, Sailor Moon and the reincarnated moon princess known as Serenity, is legit just making out with Shirou Emiya in the middle of a murdercamp mess hall. ]

[Tuesday evening, after the kisspocalypse, Talcott finds Nine, quietly slipping up behind him and threading his fingers through the taller boy's. He falls into step beside him, only to have it become apparent that he's limping. His left side moves a little slower, the hip the lake cats tore into obviously locking up.

He's a little hesitant and unsure. He's not entirely sure why he feels like this but he does. So he takes Nine's hand and steers them from idle wandering to actively tracking down Ren. The first place Tal looks is the pavilion which makes so much sense it hurts. They had their first talk here, they should have this one there too.]

[the rain and humidity are keeping Richie inside and off his bike, today, but he's not that upset about it. actually, he's got the arts and crafts station set up in the mess hall again, and there are crayons, and he's even managed to get some finger paints and glitter glue. he's got a pile of drawings off to one side that he's been working on, and he's taking a break from drawing to cut strips of construction paper while he eats his lunch - bologna and cheese, with chips, and a great big glass of lemonade.]

Hey! I'm making stuff for the chapel, to cheer up Sol. Want to help? I need more ideas, too...

[his Walkman's blasting like he had it last week. this week's offering is the soundtrack to Star Wars: A New Hope, because he needs music that sounds badass ... he has A Mission Assignment and he is going to do it, damn it. fair warning: there WILL be a dance break for the Cantina Band.]

[ Some time before coloring time with Richie, Nine can be found walking with Lenka towards the beach. He's wearing just the camp issued shorts with his tank top, and he seems to be ignoring the rain.

Once they arrive at the beach, Nine starts going through warm-up stretches before dropping into push-up position. ]

Come on, let's see who can do the most, yo!

[ Later on, after they finish it, Nine is grinning wide as he waves Lenka over. Time to step up their dumb training! ]

Want to keep weapons out of it?

[ Did someone order a side of wrestling with their wet t-shirt contest? ]

[1 - Item hunt - Tuesday]

[Wherever the Stan pile is, Mitsuru's back to digging through it, occasionally moving things out of the way with telekinesis. He seems pretty determined, despite more or less pulling out all of his own items from before...

Care to help him hunt? Who knows, maybe you'll find something useful for yourself in here, too.]

[2 - Rec Room - Wednesday]

[Today, Mitsuru can be found in the Rec Room, legs up over the arm of the couch and body laid out on the rest. He'd found a nice little analog wristwatch with a simple black strap in the pile, which he seems to be making use of by holding over one of his ears while Aya's cries resound from beside him.

Tick-tock, tick-tock. A pained scream every three seconds. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Ten. Twenty. Thirty. The sounds are dying out, but his face is still scrunched up, a soft gasp that's nearly a sob escaping him. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The sound stops. Mitsuru opens his eyes.

--And then immediately gives a short yelp of terror and rolls off of the couch, hitting the ground hard in a heap. Ow.]

[Eddie has spent some time in the kitchen and mess hall this morning before bringing a plate of sandwiches and a thermos to one of the tables outside.

He's hungry. And cranky. And generally annoyed at the motive this week.

But sometimes the best ideas come from desperation. He talks to anyone curious enough to come by to see what he's doing.]

Okay... so taste buds are on the tongue, right? And everything we taste tastes bad, right? So maybe they fucked with our tastebuds somehow. [He holds up a hand to stop any response] But! What if we fucked with our tastebuds again? When you burn your tongue everything tastes fucked up, right? Like... you can't taste much. If we burn our tongues by drinking something hot, maybe we'll be able to eat!

[ So! Marisa's near the edge of the forest on her hands and knees scourging for, like, anything that looks traditionally edible. Maybe she can grind it into a paste or turn it into a liquid? So she's already starting countermeasures.

When she sees someone approaching, she turns: ]

Hey, how do you like dandelions? [ to eat. ]

[The lack of any real food makes being active a little exhausting. So Ren spends any time on Wednesday he's not with anyone else in the lodge. He has taken a table completely over- first thing one might notice is that he has a laptop plugged in. It's not the one they salvaged from That Fucker Jerry- if anything it's even older and shittier. In fact, it's Ren's from home, and it's playing music. Most of it is in Japanese, with a little English here and there- though hell maybe it's all in the Language of you CHoice due to whatever allows us all to understand each other. Right now it's playing something very sweeping with an intense female singer.

But beyond that, the table is covered with what looks like a tool kit- again something of Ren's from home, with lots of small parts, powders and tiny pliers and knives. He might be taking apart one of the smoke bombs from the 4th, or, oddly enough, fiddling with a pair of thick black glasses (if he sees Richie he will quickly flag him over, by the way) but either way, he's very busy. Looks like his busted fingers are finally back to 100%... just, you know, rock.

But on Thursday his day starts off... bad. He heads to the chapel to visit Sol and the dead but... the moment he walks through the door he freezes, eyes wide and shocked. There's nothing there to cause this reaction, but anyone trying to get his attention is ignored... instead, he seems to be focusing on a place by one of the pews...

... and suddenly screams, reeling back and holding his face as if attacked. He slams into the far wall from the force of his own backpedaling and slides down it, still holding his head. But odd, if anyone comes to help he seems... unharmed? Just in the throes of some kind of intense panic attack. Watch out, he might take a swing]

Edited 2018-07-19 17:34 (UTC)

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[Eddie's hungry... so hungry. But he's trying to keep himself occupied, so he's biking laps around camp. He'll stop here and there to say hi to people but generally he's just mindlessly biking around.

That is, until he sees something that DEFINITELY SHOULD NOT FUCKING BE THERE! He screams, putting on the brakes. The bike skids in the dirt and fishtails, dumping him on his ass. He scrambles backwards, pushing himself to his feet as the vision rasps and stomps towards him. Gasping in terror, he bolts in the other direction. He's not seeing camp anymore, so someone might want to grab him before he runs into something or someone.]

B

[A little later he can be found sitting on the beach, staring out at the water as it licks his bare toes. He seems lost in thought, clearly this would be a great time to bother him.]

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