camppetoskey | Week 8

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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[ As if you could escape from this mess. We're zombies, after all, but instead of going after brains we hunger for your embarrassment.

Floez doesn't acknowledge his wariness at all, skipping right over and linking an arm through his and leaning on him in a completely unnecessary way. ]

Hey, hey Lenka~ What number would you give me?

[ FLUTTERS HER EYELASHES ]

[Oh hey, if they're gonna do this, then Lance is also getting up because curiosity is very compelling. He'll just go ahead and take Lenka;s other arm and give his flushed cheek a poke.]
I wanna know, too.

[NOOOOOOOOoooooo-- Well, he knows logically that they're just coralfam and this must be... something like what Sol imagines real teenage interaction(?!) to go like, and to be perfectly frank he knows only a handful more about real teenage interaction™ than probably their resident rock godlet...

... But none of that actually helps him right now, because he's definitely trapped between a rock and a rocky place. RIP. Lenka's going to try and duck his head down but really it's not like he has much of anywhere to go at this point.

SOS is there anyone in the area who can deal with tandem zombob flirting because this is not in his skillset??? Anyone? Spice Block?]

It's not-- I'm not-- Your numbering system doesn't make sense.

[ Floe leans across their captive victim to stage-whisper at Lance: ] See, see? This is the 9 experience right here. [ A blushing nerd, the most beautiful shade of red. Aesthetic perfection.

Then she pulls back to look up at Lenka again, resting her head coyly on his shoulder. ]

C'mon, don't think about it too hard. Just be honest and give us a number! I won't be mad if mine is lower than Marisa's~

Shhh.

[Lance just putss his finger to Lenka's lips as he flails about the numbering system. Just hushing him up a little so he can listen to Floe explaining "the nine experience." He's raising an eyebrow though b/c nope, still not fully seeing it.

He will, however, slide his finger away from their poor hostage's lips and go back to cheek pokes once this explanation is over.]

Unless you're stalling because you feel right at home between us~

[Why does every single coralfam know about his relationship before he's even figured out what to do with it.

All the same, the mention of Marisa seems to steady and galvanize him a little bit; Lenka gets back to pulling himself together and stops trying extra hard to extract himself without doing even more damage to the patchwork of coral and person making them up now. Still, he shrinks a little bit from all the contact because...?! Even if it's kind of like being cuddled and poked at by very enthusiastic statues it's still two enthusiastic statue people. He would honestly rather be cuddled by Cocoon Maidens at this point.]

I'm not stalling-- I don't really get it. But... [he's definitely still pretty flushed but there's something new and thoughtful in the way he's contemplating the situation now, something probably neither of them would recognize as it is now because it's the look he gets right before a harebrained idea or a slightly interesting challenge] ... If you let me go, I'll try.

[Is he serious? He seems serious. (He always seems serious.)

Release him from your zombie embrace, Y/N.]

I mean, it's kind of hard to resist if you're gonna be all serious about it.

[ Because that's the best part, no matter what Lance says- throwing ridiculous shenanigans at the brick wall of Lenkaness and seeing where it cracks. ]

But I get it. You need us to move so you can really get a good look, huh? [ That's absolutely not what he's saying, but it's an explanation that seems to satisfy her zombie brain, and she does indeed let go, taking a step back and posing a little. Why this. ] Go ahead, take it all in~

[Floe might have let go, but Lance is still holding onto Lenka's arm. Evidently, that isn't a good enough bargain and Lenka needs to work on his zombie negotiation tactics.]

Nope, no can do, buddy. Rate me and then I'll let go.

[If Lenka were a more expressive person and had full use of his arms this is where he would definitely put his face in his hands, because please y'all he is not here for the coral catwalk. God help him, because Sol really isn't up to this task, evidently.

Instead, he just lets out a little sigh, kind of resigned and kind of bracing himself.]

All right. [...] I know you're not really the ones who asked for it, but. Lance. Floe.

[He's not talking to their shells anymore -- it's evident in both his tone and the careful set of his shoulders and fists, the sudden brightness and determination in his eyes.]

If you want to know what I think... Floe, I know you did your best to hold us together, and live the best you could in camp. You were probably the one with the most sense in our cabin. [just a touch dry, because their cabin sure was something, back then] Thanks for talking to me, even after the second week. I know you did everything you could for us, while you were here.

Lance... you really did shake sense into me all the time. [that dryness shows up in a half-smile; but sorry Lance, you still don't hold a candle to your girlfriend in terms of generally being sensible] I don't think I'd be here, like this, without that. I tried to take your advice. Live a little better, in a camp like this. Find things to laugh about.

[He looks a little embarrassed, because he may have taken the advice a little far but he doesn't entirely regret it, actually.]

... It's quiet, in the cabin, without both of you. In the camp, without all of you. So -- come back to us. We've all talked about it, but I wanted to say it again. You're both fighters. I know you'll fight with us.

[...]

Five. I'll give you that number, because that's how many days we have to get you all back. We'll do it. I promise.

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