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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[linearcrash]

He's like... twelve?

[ Or something like that.

He's going to crawl over to Chuuta to try to measure him. Hi. ]

Eight is only a couple inches taller than you.

[homeecspacecop]

[That's three years younger than you!]

I know that!

And maybe he's just hit all of his growth spurts already. [YOU HEAR THAT MINISURU? You've hit all your growth spurts already.]

A-and how old is Eight? Older than you, right?

[linearcrash]

[ He's grinning cause he can already tell Drew is being helpful again. ]

What is Drew saying?

[ And now you want to hear the weird thing about his family? The ages aren't linked to their names at all. ]

He's younger by about six months.

[homeecspacecop]

Wait, why is he younger?

[linearcrash]

Huh? What do you mean by that? He just is.

[homeecspacecop]

So why is he named Eight if you're Nine? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

[linearcrash]

I don't know. Those are the names we had before we met each other, yo.

[homeecspacecop]

Really?

[linearcrash]

Yeah, really. Seven is the oldest of us. Then it's King, Queen, me, Trey, Cater, Ace, Jack, Eight, Sice, Cinque, and then Deuce.

[ This is normal. ]

[homeecspacecop]

That's... a lot of siblings.

[linearcrash]

Yeah, and they can be a pain in the ass. But we work well as a team, yo. [ He misses them ]

[homeecspacecop]

How did you become siblings?

[linearcrash]

Mother brought us to the facility, yo. That was almost ten years ago.

[homeecspacecop]

Oh wow. So you've all known each other for a really long time. Are you all about the same age?

[linearcrash]

Just about, hey. It feels like a whole hell longer. [ He kind of looks a little distracted at that. ] I mean, it's like fighting.

[ And then he'll look at Chuuta and shake his head. ] What about you? You said you had an aunt, right?

[homeecspacecop]

[Time to switch the subject. At least they're switching it to one Chuuta's fond of.]

Yeah! Aunt Mimi's really great, she's raised me since I was a little kid. She's a baker, and has her own muffin shop.

[killtheanimals]

[Rolling his eyes in the background while he reaches for more fudge tbh]

He's right. I was eleven when we got here, so now I'm twelve.

[homeecspacecop]

Why are you taller than me!?

[killtheanimals]

Because you're short?

[homeecspacecop]

[MITSURU PLEASE IT'S NOT THURSDAY]