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]

[Drew's been to a lot of places.]

Yeah, he's been around for a really long time.

Wait, you haven't been to high school?

[soylentprotag]

Right, I guess he'd want to observe people at school...?

[He kind of wants to observe people at school, honestly, even if it seems a little weird for a zillion-year-old alien to record these things. Hmm. He scratches his head like... this isn't something he's been asked before, actually.]

I haven't really been to school.

[Unless powerpoint slides about monster biology count.]

[homeecspacecop]

Really? You're lucky, I wish I didn't have to go to school. [The one-two punch of being generally below average academically and being constantly bullied makes it hard to see any value in attending school.]

[soylentprotag]

Well... I still had to learn things. We just didn't really have school.

[The home-schooled and military-schooled life, man. He only has any idea of school-related things secondhand, like everything else, from records and anecdotes and fiction. It's far removed enough from his reality that despite all the complaining, he kind of wants to try it in the idle sort of way you think about trying to revive the dinosaurs or going to the moon.]

[homeecspacecop]

I don't think I'd mind learning things if it wasn't in school. School's just...

[YOU KNOW

bullies]

[soylentprotag]

I think there are probably some things you can only learn at school...

[He does notice the odd quality of the trailing off, though, and peers more closely at him.]

[...]

You really don't like it.

[homeecspacecop]

[It's not easy to talk about it. It's not something he ever wants to talk about. And with everything else... it's not too bad, it's not happening here.]

People back home don't know about Drew. So I'm just... [crazy]

Nobody likes someone who stands out so much.

[soylentprotag]

[It's probably not as bad as what happened at Boa's trial, a little while ago. But it explains some of why Chuuta was so wary at first, maybe. He thinks about it for a moment.]

Because they don't understand you... [and to some people, Chuuta probably is hard to understand] Who does know about Drew, back where you come from?

[homeecspacecop]

No one on Earth is allowed to know about him. [Chuuta says, after a moment. He doesn't like this line of questioning, doesn't like how it stirs up the feeling of being watched, like everyone's eyes are on him. He's always been the nail that sticks up. He's always getting hammered down.]

[soylentprotag]

Oh, right. I guess there are other aliens...?

[Maybe Chuuta has some alien friends, though he did say that Drew might be the last of his kind or at least one of the last, so -- sad alien friendship? He's not actually trying to pry, just seeking to understand; but they might accidentally come out to the same thing.]

[homeecspacecop]

[The shift in topic is good, and Chuuta relaxes a little.]

There are a lot of aliens. Earth isn't part of ēlCivilization, because we're not advanced enough, but there are like, millions of other planets out there.

So there are a lot of aliens living secretly on Earth. The ēlDLIVE Solar System Bureau keeps track of all of them, and I've met some aliens my age working there. ["Friends" is too big of a word, but he gets along with the other space cops his age and the adults are (mostly) really friendly.]