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Final Investigation

FINAL INVESTIGATION

Friday starts as usual, with everyone waking up and starting to move about. The morning is cool, with the last bits of the night's dew starting to evaporate in the early sunlight. But as the living campers start to move about, they will notice two important details:

One: the zombie campers are nowhere to be found.

Two: there is a note pinned to the front door of the lodge that reads "It's time. Investigate the camp, find out the truth. Why are you here, and what do you need to do to leave? We will be at the campfire tomorrow at noon."

Well then. It's time to get to work.

BASE EVIDENCE: ???
CAMPERS REMAINING: 7

REMEMBER: every living camper needs 15 comments minimum in this post to qualify for 'good end'!

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I can't complain. They treat me well here. Better than most.

I am sorry for that, by the way. Talking alone does not seem to be working. Action may need to be taken.

[Yes, that is sent without Chuuta sending his response.]

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[. . . . . . . UH]

Are we-- [she jerks away from the computer, hand immediately going to the hilt of her sword as she examines the room]

We're being watched.

[Lenka nods, and although he doesn’t immediately go for his weapon the way Mitsuru does (they are a bit in close quarters for that), there’s new tension running through his frame, watchful and unhappy.]

We’ve always been watched. Even here. But...

[Does that mean Dog is now talking directly to them? What’s the purpose of this? He straightens a little and looks around the room.]

Are you talking to Red? Or to us?

[Chuuta-and-Drew are free to continue Red text RP while Lenka talks to thin air...]

Just the three of you right now.

I would say 'four' but I can't hear the fourth.

[Chuuta yelps a little at the text and pulls his hands away from the keyboard.]

We can't hear you either. [He snaps back, a little too quickly but... well, whoever Dog is caught them all off guard.]

Who are you?

[UNSURE. . .]

And do you wish to help us?

[At this point Lenka doesn’t know where to look, and it feels a little silly just talking to the ceiling, so he’ll direct his attention back to the chat window in full. He’ll still be speaking aloud, though.]

You’ve been watching the camp.

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Not the whole time. Red is a dear friend of mine, and I peek in on her sometimes.

She talks to me, you know. About all of you, and how unfair this all is.

I do agree with her but what I can do about it has always been limited.

Perhaps it is time for me to act, though.

[No answer for him, which just makes Chuuta more annoyed. But he holds that annoyance in for a moment and listens to Drew.]

[Ask him what he's going to do?]

What are you going to do? And how can we help you?

[Mitsuru notices that he doesn't answer Chuuta's question. so she reiterates]

And can you give us your name?

[Lenka figures the other two have the questioning more or less covered. And overall, he’s never been particularly good with the interrogation side of things. Trials, recon, all kinds of things. Instead:]

We want to help Red, and all those who have passed through this camp. If you can do anything...

There are three days left.

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You all are doing a fine effort so far.

I'm very proud of you for keeping your spirits up despite your situation.

Those of you who are currently alive should be fine. Red and Archer want to help you.

It's the dead you will need to help the most now.

He still won't tell us what his name is. [Chuuta says, with a glance at Mitsuru.

Then, a little bit louder.]

How do you think we can help the dead?

[HM. SUSPECT. but if Chuuta lets it slide, then Mitsuru will as well]

We know they need new bodies. We know the organization has the ability to transfer souls into new bodies. We had intended to negotiate with them in order to discuss the terms of this potential arrangement, but we need an audience with them first.

Yes. I think what we need to do most is help the dead, and the one holding them.

[Mitsuru has covered most of what they have, in terms of a plan, but it still doesn’t feel quite enough. He’s sure there will be pieces tomorrow, if yet another trial of some kind — a final trial — follows this strange investigation, but there’s no way to tell where Dog fits into this huge puzzle yet.]

I know Archer is probably a part of that plan. What else can you tell us?

I can tell you that you're on the right track right now.

Just look for a sign. Your friends aren't gone, even if their bodies are.

We'll be in contact later, I'm sure of it.

Good luck! :)

['Dog' will not respond after this. It seems like it's time to look at something else.]

That wasn't very helpful... [Chuuta mutters, mostly under his breath, and then goes back to poking around the computer.

How about those interview files?]

I find it reassuring to know we're on the right path.

[some of the tension seeps from her shoulders. she's relieved!]

They might be limited in what information they can give. The way Red is.

[The way Archer probably is too, but he’s a dick about it so he doesn’t get a pass. Hm.]

We might meet them soon, if they’re willing to act

[The curiosity really is terrible, but sometimes you have to let sleeping dogs lie. So. Yeah, how about those interview files?]

[There are three files in the interview folder: 4M, 2S, and 3C.

Take your pick.]

[Chuuta... you're 3C.]

Wh-??

[YEAH HE'S CLICKING THAT ONE]

[. . .]

[SHE WANTS 4M, BUT. FOR NOW, SHE'LL BE PATIENT]

... These are related to us, aren’t they?

[It’s pretty easy to judge by the other two’s reactions, when they’re all crowded in. Lenka glances at them a little uncertainly, but turns his attention back to the screen. What new horrors do the videos have for us today. What did y’all do.]

[This video is taken from a security camera in a small room. It resembles a police interrogation room, except there is no two-way glass and there are two armed guards near the door. A man sits on one side of the table with a clipboard in hand, while Chuuta sits on the other side. Chuuta looks anxious, staying seated but looking around, glancing between the guards at the door and the man on the other side of the table. There’s no sign of Drew, but Chuuta holds a hand up over his mouth and mutters something quietly to “himself”.

The man notices the behavior and scribbles a few things on the clipboard before starting with the questions.]

Subject 3C, how are you feeling today?

What’s going on? Who are you? [Chuuta’s not going to answer that question until after he gets some answers himself.]

I am an intake interviewer here and we need to complete this interview before I can answer any questions. So, how are you feeling today?

Where am I? [He asks. He’s trying this one more time. Maybe if he’s persistent, they’ll see he wants answers and won’t give them anything until he gets something in return.]

You are at our facilities. [The man checks off a box on his sheet before rewording his question.] Are you in any pain currently?

[There’s a pause, because he knows how he’s feeling but Drew’s also reporting to him.]

No. [He needs to keep asking questions, even though he’s confused and nervous.] Why am I here?

[The man marks off a checkbox on his paper.]

Good, good. You’re here for admittance into our program, and we want to check on your condition before we continue with the intake process. Now, do you notice any changes to your body? Vision problems, limited movement?

[Another pause, Chuuta listening to Drew for confirmation of what he already knows. He stretches a little bit, wrings his hands nervously, and nods.]

I think I’m fine. What program?

[More checkmarks. Apparently Chuuta’s answers are what is expected, since the interviewer isn’t making more notes.]

We’re borrowing you from your usual division. There’s a job that we need your special talents for. Do you recall the conversation you had with one of our agents prior to coming here?

Wh-what are you talking about? I didn’t talk to anyone! Nobody told me I was going anywhere! [He’s not mentioning aliens yet.]

I’ll need you to calm down, 3C. Temporary memory loss is common in transit. It should come back before the end of the day. But for now, what is the last thing you do remember?

… I was coming home from school. [He says, but he’s not a very good liar.] Why are you calling me that?

That is your designation for this assignment. We can’t use your real name, for safety reasons.

[This time the man does write something down on his clipboard.]

Is that all you remember? Or is there anything else? Also, what does your ‘tagalong’ remember?

[Chuuta’s eyes go wide, and he stands up, knocking his chair back.]

Who are you? What’s going on? If you’re with ēlCivilization then you know you can’t just kidnap me somewhere! Chief Lane didn’t tell me anything about any other assignment!

[At Chuuta’s outburst, the two armed men tense up and start to move, but the interviewer waves them down.]

Please, sit down. We need to finish the intake interview.

[Chuuta sits down, cautiously. He’s watching the interviewer and Drew is out and watching the guards.]

If Mothers authorized this, you should be able to prove it, right? [Chuuta asks, after a pause where Drew suggests the question.] If Mothers didn’t authorize this, you’re just criminals and I’m not going to work with you.

[The interviewer pauses, and he presses at his ear and leans over slightly, as if he is listening to an earpiece. He nods once before returning to his previous position.]

Noncompliance will not be accepted here. Will you finish the intake interview?

Yeah, they are. [He says, agreeing with whatever Drew just told him.] You can’t just kidnap a member of the space police and think you’ll get away with it!

[The interviewer sighs and makes a note on his clipboard.]

We’ll try again later, then. Escort him back to his room.

[The two guards move in. One keeps his gun ready, but the other puts it on his back so he has his hands free to grab for Chuuta.]

Wings! [Chuuta yelps, as soon as the guards start moving. He’s going to try and dodge them, and head for the door. Unless they’ve got some kind of super speed, they’ll find it almost impossible to catch him.

And then the door’s locked. He stops, frozen for a second as he and Drew try and decide what to do next.]

[The interviewer ducks down as soon as Chuuta starts flying, and once Chuuta stops at the door the man with the gun is going to level it at him and fire. Luckily it contains darts, not bullets, but that could be just as bad depending on what’s in it. (It’s knockout drugs this time)]

Freeze! [Chuuta decides, and Drew fires a blast from his mouth that solidifies into ice, freezing the guard’s hand to his gun. Not fast enough to keep him from firing though, and Drew’s attention is turned to trying to freeze the other guard’s gun into his holster, which means Chuuta doesn’t have the superhuman speed he would need to dodge that shot.

As soon as the dart hits, Chuuta tries to pull it out, but it’s probably already too late.]

[It is indeed too late if the dart hits. Even if it’s pulled out, the medicine inside will take effect and knock Chuuta out within 10 seconds. During which time the man with the frozen hand starts screaming because his hand is, well, frozen.]

[Ten seconds isn’t a lot of time, but it’s enough for Chuuta to at least try and get this door open.]

Slice! [He says, and there’s a blast of SPH from Drew’s mouth aimed at the door to try and cut it. It probably won’t work (his SPH struggles to get through anything more solid than a pane of glass) but he’s desperate and already starting to feel the effects of the drug.]

You can’t do this! I won’t work with you!

[Ultimately it is a futile effort though, as the drugs are strong. The interviewer climbs out from under the table as soon as the danger passes and he just sighs once more.]

It’s always the younger ones who fight. A shame, we could have used his skills elsewhere.

[And then, to the remaining guard who isn’t having trouble with ice:]

Wipe his memory, and take him to the camp group.

[And that is where the video ends.]

[...]

What?

[Drew doesn't remember that either.]

[Chuuta doesn't like this, doesn't like watching himself struggle uselessly in desperate confusion.

Someone else is going to need to pick the next video.]

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