WEEK 1

[petoskeymods]

WEEK 1

After the hectic happenings of the weekend since you awoke here, the first official week of Camp is much...well, Calmer. Days are full of genuinely fun summer things - such as doing arts and crafts in the Rec Room (the theme this week is 'Macaroni', so expect plenty of cardboard picture frames and other assorted kitschy stuff scattered on the tables), playing the fully working Wii ( Which even has a Mii for all the campers! Aww, how sweet), going swimming, fishing, playing some games with the many balls set out in the clearing with your fellow campers, eating a good meal with your friends down at the meal hall, and of course roasting marshmallows over an open flame and singing to the stars at night.

The weather is absolutely beautiful, the heat and humidity giving way to cooler-yet-still-comfortable temperatures, and everything is absolutely picturesque.

But...of course, you're probably thinking more on all of the revelations over the past weekend. Being forced to stay in this camp by methods both based in reality and myth, the eeriness of the people who claim to be your counselors during your stay here, the mosquito thing, how Pastor Dan never stops smiling -

Speaking of Pastor Dan, while he's never gotten as overt as he did during the weekend, his sermons are...odd, to say the least. You won't be able to go swimming without listening to them, and as the week goes on, he goes from talking about harmony and unison and being in the Lord's embrace to really hammering home how sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the good of them all, and how you can't hesitate when it comes to make a decision...

A thin, fragile layer of peace hangs over the camp...for now.

But how long will it be until it shatters?

28 CAMPERS REMAIN.

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[velocirainbow]

I... ain't very smart. I dunno... if I'd be a lot of help.

[ Cielo just sorta stares at his own feet. ]

An' he probably right, when you stop to think about it.

[soylentprotag]

[He shakes his head, vigorously -- there's a momentary urge to reach out, grasp their shoulders to try and get his point through with sheer contact -- but it's there and gone. He's tried to be a lot of things, but he's still not that sort of person.

He pushes the conviction into his voice instead, willing that to be enough.]

We're going to stop it. We're going to get out of here.

We all have skills that are needed for that. I guarantee that.

[It's what he really believes. It's the brighter side to the sudden appearance of new abilities -- and even if it's a stretch, he's putting it out there anyway.]

[homeecspacecop]

[He doesn't think he can believe that. It's like a jailbreak, and Chuuta wouldn't even know where to start.]

They know what we can do.

[soylentprotag]

Yes. But they don't know what we can do together.

[Yeah, he's that kind of hopeless protag, I'm gomens.]