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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Never have I had a birthday during camp

[linearcrash]

[ S'up Mittens. ]

[killtheanimals]

[Oh.

Thanks.

Whatever cheer there was before vanishes as he takes a drink.]

[linearcrash]

[ They will make it better. By getting you a new Boa without the rock. ]

[soylentprotag]

[Bowa will protect the smile, obviously. Later. For now, Lenka just quietly hands him an entire block of fudge.]

[killtheanimals]

[He's still frowning, but he'll take the block.

Games aren't supposed to dig up shitty memories, guys.]

[soylentprotag]

[Unfortunately, almost everything related to this place is somehow connected to a shitty memory. Them's the breaks, kind of like trying to find an inch of camp that someone hasn't bled or died on. At least you can fudge it a bit.]

[soylentprotag]

[Winter baby superiority! He looks thoughtful for a moment.]

... We had a lot of birthdays in camp, didn't we?

[Maybe they're aiming for the summer babies and he's just here by accident. Clearly that's the conclusion here.]

[linearcrash]

Yeah, we did. Mine's the...[ He doesn't get the translation between the months here and the months at home yet. So he just holds up his two fingers. ] It's at the second month of the year.

[soylentprotag]

February.

[He's not sure about the source of Nine's hesitation, so he just raises his eyebrow a little bit and supplies the name. Nine seems to have trouble with names, anyhow.]

... November is mine.

[It's been a long, long, long year, god damn.]

[linearcrash]

It's Aquamens where I'm from.

[ And then he'll tilt his head at November. ]

What number is that, hey?

[soylentprotag]

Oh. It's the 11th month.

[He's finally realizing that there might be places where even the days and months might not be the same. That's wild, yo.]

Why is it Aquamens...?

[Apparently he expects Nine to know this.]

Re: Never have I had a birthday during camp

[homeecspacecop]

[... sips]

[linearcrash]

Huh? Hey, when did that happen?

[ Are you holding out? ]

[homeecspacecop]

Friday. [Which explains why he didn't tell anyone.]

I'm fifteen now.

[soylentprotag]

Oh.

[Dual-purpose oh, part sympathy because Fridays, man. Partly, well--]

We're the same age now.

[homeecspacecop]

... what!?

[You're a lot shorter than he is, Chuuta.]

[linearcrash]

Huh?! You aren't Mitsuru's age?

[homeecspacecop]

[He thought you were in elementary school.]

I don't know how old people are! Don't tell me you're fifteen too!

[killtheanimals]

[...Wait what.]

When was yours?

[He doesn't remember anyone kicking up a fuss about it.]

[homeecspacecop]

July 20th. I just didn't tell anyone since it was a Friday.

[killtheanimals]

[Fair enough, honestly.]

Talk about a loaded question.

[Frickin Nine.]

[lovecolored]

[ doesn't drink, but-- ]

...mine's in three weeks. Hopefully long enough to miss the curse, ze.

[soylentprotag]

Oh. Summer, too.

[They really are drowning in summer children here. He does quietly file away the date for later, though, because that's the sort of thing you do on the whole.]

By the curse -- you mean the curse of this camp?

[They are kind of cursed. Maybe multiple curses at this point.]

[lovecolored]

August 15th. Don't miss it. [ winks ]

Well, that too, but bad shit keeps happenin' on everyone's birthdays. Especially bad shit.

[soylentprotag]

I won't.

[He still gets an attack of sudden fidgeting at the winking, but at least he's getting better at not flushing too much when she does that. She does it a lot. Also he sounds unnecessarily determined about a birthday half a month off.]

... Is it like that where you come from? Outside the camp...

[His voice gets a little quieter as he thinks about it. Here, most birthdays have fallen on the weekends, too. Here, if they can stop the camp, they can stop all of that. Elsewhere... it's different.]