Week 8

[petoskeymods]

WEEK 8

The weekend passes in a blue, and suddenly it is Monday again. Monday of week 8, the final week of camp. The last week to try and change your fate.

It's sunny and pleasant, with daytime temperatures lingering around 70 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping off into the 50s in the evening. It's pretty much the perfect weather for Michigan, and it's only a shame that it took this long to get to it.

The WiiU continues to be broken, though the creepy Mii is gone now. All of the Miis are, actually. All that can be seen is a variety of Pure Michigan ads, interestingly enough. A bit calmer than last week's visuals, but probably annoying since no games can be played.

There is one other notable change about camp: the counselors are nowhere to be found. There is plenty of food and some note left on how to run things, but otherwise the campers have been left to their own devices apparently.

On the main door to the lodge is a note that says "We will be back as soon as possible." written in Red's handwriting. What could this mean?

7 CAMPERS REMAIN.

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[homeecspacecop]

[THE SPACE COP IS HERE he's... i mean most of the time he's knitting, still working on those little figures of the dead that he's been working on for weeks, and he's almost caught up. As he knits, he occasionally talks to Drew, who's offering opinions on a variety of things.

Snacks are also a possibility, and at one point he's considering a jar of peanut butter, spoon in hand. Drew seems to be encouraging him.

After the lights go out, Chuuta's going to sleep. Drew isn't, so there's a weird glow coming from Chuuta's corner of the pillow nest from Drew's blue eyes and the red gems on his forehead and throat. He makes a good nightlight.]

[lovecolored]

[ So, how does Chuuta feel about sleeping in close vicinity of two girls, tonight.

Marisa's in her pajamas and is attempting to pet Drew. He seemed to like it the last time and there's no way she's passing up the chance to pet a million-year-old alien that looks like a tamagotchi. ]

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta feels overwhelmed honestly. It's one thing to have a girl in the cabin, it's something entirely different to have multiple girls in the nest of mattresses and blankets on the floor.

He's just kind of sitting there stiffly and turning a couple shades of pink as Marisa and Drew hang out. Drew is super into petting, by the way. Please pet him.]

[lovecolored]

[ Luckily she seems completely oblivious to it, so there won't be any teasing...for now. ]

So, is Drew your real name? Or is it just a nickname? [ bc 'drew' is not the name you'd expect said million-year-old tamagotchi to have

asked while petting, also. ]

[homeecspacecop]

[Drew is a water planet support system drewbit type 390 Monitalien! So Chuuta said "why don't I call you 'Drew'" and that's Drew's name now!]

[Chuuta makes kind of a choked sound. He can feel that petting too, and Marisa is cute and in pajamas and he's kind of dying here.]

[Chuuta! Tell her about Drew's name!]

I-it's kind of a nickname. He didn't have a name, so I shortened his... model number... thing.

[lovecolored]

Oh. Like a robot? A...robot alien?

[ ..... ]

D'you need some water, or somethin', Chuuta? [ U OK DUDE ]

[homeecspacecop]

No I'm fine! [That's all in a rush. Please don't bring his current distress to the attention of everyone.]

[lovecolored]

[ jiiiiii

She looks at Drew. ]

Is he feelin' okay?

[homeecspacecop]

[Drew bumps his head fin against her hand.]

Yeah, he just really likes it when people pay attention to him. It's just kind of weird for me.