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camppetoskey2018-07-23 11:40 am
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?
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[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.]
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What about you? When's yours?
[ shaking her head ]
Nah. No birthday curses far as I know.
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November 3rd.
[...]
That's good, if we can end birthday curses once we end this camp.
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I don't... know yet.
[This year's would be the first one since he was last uprooted, after all. It feels like he won't know how to feel until he's there. Maybe not even then. Maybe it won't matter, in the end.]
I think birthdays can be important. They mean you're still alive, another year. It's different here.
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uh.
there is a lot to unpack in that kind of statement. he doesn't know yet if he doesn't like his birthday? ]
Did....somethin' happen on your birthday before? [ said cautiously ]
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[Ah, yes, a whiff of survivor’s guilt for yet another bit of camp bingo.
He’s so bad at talking about this, especially when it feels like he might see some of those people again, coral-lined, the moment he turns his head anywhere in this camp. He tries not to think about it, lately, and it helps when they have things to do. People to save. Last-ditch world-shaking plans to aim for. It’s always helped, to feel a little less himself and a little more his mission, even if sometimes camp makes him wonder what it would be like — to be both.]
It’s not... [he trails off for a moment] It’s different. Here in camp.
[Probably, not even Lenka knows what he’s trying to say with his insistence on that. That death is different here. That he’ll be more useful here. That no birthday is guaranteed here. Who knows.]
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One thing she has gotten better at, though, is looking on the brighter side of things. She'll take his hand if he'll let her. ]
Maybe not the kinda different ya want, but lemme help make it up to ya. We'll make sure you have a nice birthday this year, okay? If you don't wanna spend it back home, if that's too much, you can spend it with us.
[ All of them, here, from the camp. How she'd go about organizing a party like that isn't something Marisa's versed in, but it could be fun. ]