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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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Nine is sitting cross legged on the ground probably close to Ren for distraction duty. He waves for Lenka to roll the ball at him ]
Tal spoke to me the other night. He said that their bodies won't make it to the end of camp. They are still there with Sol, but...
[ It's going to be a whole hell lot less crowded around camp. ]
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Yes. The bodies of the dead will be taken soon. That’s what I was told.
[There’s still an unhappy unease there, even if he knows where their souls really reside. They won’t have an easy or direct way to communicate with them anymore. Maybe they could hear them from the altar or somewhere else, but... he shakes his head and focuses on the ball he and Nine are probably tossing back and forth idly at this point.]
There may be other ways to communicate with them. I’ll show everyone back at the cabin.
[Cabin 4, he means, because spoilers: Lance told him to steal his phone and that is in fact a thing, so he’s keeping mum until the coralfam is out of range.]
... Also, can anyone think of other ways of nonverbal communication? Morse code...?
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You do? Oh hell yes. [ It'll still suck not having the physical proof wandering around but... it'll be nice having another way to reach them. ]
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It's one way. Shirou told me -- we'll have to think of as many as we can. Nonverbal ways to talk to each other.
[There's hand signals and pictures and yes or no signals, Morse code and other kinds of code, the list is potentially endless. But without any real idea of what will come after the coralfam is gone... all they can do is keep throwing darts at the wall.
He's fully resolved to do that, of course. The waiting is always the hardest part.]
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Nonverbal, huh?
[ Thinking. ]
Like pics or charades?
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Pictures, charades, code... All kinds of things. Nine, do you remember -- the mission we had one week, where we had to describe a picture for someone to draw?
[It's still not the same as Pictionary, because that still has a verbal component. But it's not like they've never done something like this before.]
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Oh, he remembers that. It was both a good and bad day. ]
Yeah, I remember that. Guess we should give a try, huh?
[ After the meeting that is. ]
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... He nods after a moment. A good and a bad day indeed, because Red seemed to be a bit scatterbrained during the game. And Floe did go to all the trouble of giving them that book of code. 'Twould be a shame to continue to be Dummies™.]
Yes. We might be able to modify that game, or other things we did.
[So many of their missions were puzzles......]
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Where we draw a series of images to form words? You should ask Mitsuru- [ Pausing to lower his hand to indicate the short one ] can do the drawing?
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Right... Mitsuru likes to draw.
[And to be frank, people like himself would just confuse the issue with their really bad art. Ahem. They might have to ask around for others with artistic skills...]
We might also be able to write things down.
[He's thinking of the phone. There's no way they can make a phone call, probably, but maybe texts and other things...]
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The most I could do is just drawing stick figures, yo.
[ Ask Floe how drawing with him went. He made an attempt but it wasn't good. ]
Maybe we should try to figure out what the hell we want to say first. Just in case we only wind up with a small shot at it.
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That's, ah, about how much art I can do too.
[He's a little embarrassed about it, but only a little; there's a brief scratch of the head and a shrug. It's why he'd bowed out of doing the drawing part of that mission right off.]
But I don't think we'll know what we need until the dead are gone.
[It sounds like that's going to be the beginning of the end, not to put it too ominously or anything. A lot of things are going to change very quickly, he thinks, very soon.]
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Never really had a need to draw before.
[ Which is probably the same case for Lenka. Though the topic is taking a more somber turn when he thinks about them being gone again. ]
Man, this sucks.
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I didn't either. I... didn't have a need for a lot of this, before.
[Either no need, or no opportunity, or just didn't even know most of the things here -- activities and people and situations -- even existed. There's something to be said for staying a frog at the bottom of your own well. To be fair, though, he would have needed those art skills sooner rather than later. Thanks, Shio-whom-he-hasn't-yet-met.]
... We'll see them again. This time, without Sol's effects. Alive.
[It's something he's needed to believe for a long time now. He's still holding on to it.]
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Turns around.
And leaves, heading back towards the cabins.
Bye??? Have fun with your sports ball. ]
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Getting up to follow??]
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(Hopefully nobody set up a bunch of weird traps on the door or anything!! REN.) ]
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There's a wire when you walk in.
[He's assuming this is the real deal, best to warn her.]
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A book that she then turns and shoves towards Mitsuru...except her stiff coral joints makes the motion jerkier than intended, and she probably smacks him right in the face with it. Whoops! Totally unintentional, blame the zombie for that one! (Yep, toootally the zombie's fault.) (Please only blame the zombie.)
Anyway now that it's literally all up in his face, they can see that the book is the encouragingly-titled Morse Code For Dummies™ (and other secret codes!). I hope you weren't expecting something serious. But it's a clear signal that they're on the right track, at least? Having completed her task, Floe looks at Lenka now- and it's clearly an effort to do so, her expression tight and strained. But even as she wavers, forcing the words out, there's a tiny hint of amusement in them. ]
When we come back...I want my real number, okay? W...we will...come back. You...promised...
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And then he gets a book in the face.
Ow.]
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Good job, Floe. It's a good job of some kind. It takes him a little bit to stop and then he has to wipe away tears from losing it too hard. Sorry, Mitsuru, he's (mostly) not laughing at you.]
Floe-- [it's unlikely that she'll be able to stay with them for longer (except maybe to watch Mitsuru flail), but he can't help it] --Yeah. I promised. I'll, uh, try. This time.
[Well, she'd have to really explain what the hell that rating system is, first. He only has a very vague idea, but right now he's too distracted to feel apprehensive about it.]