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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[soylentprotag]

[> Shirou suddenly looks less fluffy
> Pay closer attention]

--Morse code. All right. We already have supplies for drawing, and different types of magic and skills. [he's not completely sure yet how they could use different powers for this purpose, he'd have to ask around of course, but Lenka automatically starts taking stock before he stops and nods at Shirou] Are there any other conditions, or just nonverbal?

[diesifkilled]

Just... we won't be... able to talk.

[It looks like he wants to say more, but he's already struggling to get those last words out before settling back into the placidity of sword moe.]

Sorry, what was I just saying?

[soylentprotag]

[Sword moe..... is probably getting a mildly disappointed face from Lenka, because he can't quite help it, it's always a letdown how quickly their dead friends slip out of sight again like the coralfam's bits and pieces are slipping away behind growing chunks of petoskey. Well, there's nothing for it.]

... Something about the altar, Shirou. The altar doesn't usually change, you said.

[diesifkilled]

[Fortunately Zhirou fails to notice the look of disappointment, since he wouldn't be able to understand it.]

Yeah! But you're, the chapel is a bit different with all the stuff people have been bringing. I think it's really great that everyone's been getting more interested in the Lord.

[soylentprotag]

[It really is a good thing the coralfam is easy to please, and that Zhirou is, impressively, more oblivious than his more sword-savvy counterpart.]

... Yeah. We had to be able to see beyond everything that was happening.

[And somehow, they've started to do that. Weeks ago, it had seemed like an impossible task, or not a task at all. As much as he dislikes the idea, it had taken enough of them dying to tilt the balance, and start bringing in more ideas from Sol's side. The dead. The Metaverse. For someone like him, who tries to focus on what he can still see and reach, it's been a bit of a stretch.

But they've all made it. That leap of faith.

Now they just need Red and Archer and perhaps Sol to make it too.]

Maybe the Lord was reaching out, for a long time. We had to learn to reach back.