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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[soylentprotag]

[The beyfriend is waiting and the protocol is about to get its socks rocked off, this is apparently a good week for Mittens -- there's a small but noticeable difference from the weekend. Lenka notes this, thoughtfully, but doesn't react beyond nudging a bit of fudge closer to him. Fudge and crackers might be an odd combo, but who's keeping track.]

... I think we might have to stop people from burning down the camp, when things end.

[A little bit dry, but not entirely disapproving? Because part of what's stopping them is Sol, and if they get Sol out of here per plan... there would be no reason for the camp to exist anymore. He hopes. He's not even entirely serious about the stopping part. #justpurgethings]

And the organization... [he's quiet for a moment] We'll deal with them.

[He mostly means making a deal, since he's still mostly on the side of diplomacy. For some reason. Blame Mitsuru (tactful).]

[killtheanimals]

If there's no reason for it, we might as well burn it.

[He's coming to a similar conclusion. He's also taking a small piece of fudge, like a proper young lad.]

Diplomacy, right?

[soylentprotag]

If that stops or delays them trying to use this place for something else...

[Because of course Sol isn't the only abnormality in this world, nor even the only one in this camp -- there's a brief frown on his face before he buries it back in the solace of fudge, because between the Mishibijw and the continued presence of hunters there's really no guarantee the organization won't pull something as bad as this again.

Even if they deal with the current threat, what can they do about the organization itself? It might not be something they have the power to do with what they have. There's a lot of general worries that are a thorn in his side right now. Hm.]

... Diplomacy first. We can think about the conditions once we finalize our plan.

[killtheanimals]

[He chews on the fudge in silence for a bit, only speaking again once he's swallowed.]

We might get some extra leverage.

[soylentprotag]

Leverage...?

[This really isn't sleepover talk, is it. Why are they like this.

At least they're munching.

He does look up again when Mitsuru brings that up, though, curiously. He doesn't exactly have good associations with the word leverage, but they're not bad associations, either. It very much depends on how everything turns out, in the end.]

[killtheanimals]

[Leverage.

He continues to snack. Apparently that's all he's saying.]