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camppetoskey2018-06-04 12:11 pm
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?
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Cabin 2, part 2
But even if the sick thing is gonna probably kill everyone, Gonta still makes a point to bring some aid to his cabinmate in the form of a meal from the mess hall.]
Sorry... Gonta not know what else to do... But here you go.
[He places the food on the top bunk next to Cielo.]
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It's okay, brudda. Jus'... you know. I don't deal wid bein' sick well. 'Preciate de gesture.
[ He will probably eat it, to be honest. He's pretty much always hungry. He's worried for when this makes him lose his appetite. ]
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[He smiles back, knowing he is helping the best he can.]
Cielo need anything else?
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[ Small chuckle. ]
You can hang out if you want, bro. I ain't doin' anything dat interestin', but I'd be happy to talk if you wanna.
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[Forgive him, he's still trying to understand social customs.]
What Cielo wanna talk about?
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[ It must be really wonderful. ]
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Which home? Forest home or human home?
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[ He seems curious. ]
Whicheva you wanna talk about, brudda.
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[Seems fair to talk about the forest first.]
It long story, but Gonta got lost in forest as little kid. Kind wolves took Gonta in.
Forest nice place! Trees everywhere, all sortsa animals... And bugs! Gonta learn to talk to animals there!
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[ He... has a little trouble picturing what wolves are. He's imagining, like, a Kelpie or something. ]
Were dey nice to you? I'm guessin'... you remember bein' tiny, den?
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[Wherever he grew up didn't have creepy religious types or killing games... Wait.]
You no remember being kid?
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[ He closes his eyes, quiet for a moment. ]
Dis sound. Like... swsssshhhh. Swwwshhhh. An'... dis real bright, gentle light. An'... everybody laughin', an' havin' a good time. But ain't nobody was... dey weren't small. It's...
[ How does he put it? ]
It feels all jumbled up. In de back of my head. I... I dunno.
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[Amnesia's understandable.]
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[ He frowns. ]
I... I think.
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[Now that's concerning.]
Cielo mean in his world?
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[ Picking at the zipper on the saddlebags on his outfit, here. ]
People always gettin' hurt. You know. Dat kinda thing.
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[Gonta frowns.]
What happened? Two sides hate eachother for no reason?
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[ Zip. Unzip. Zip. Unzip. He's... fidgety. ]
Everybody fightin' and den devourin' one another to try to get to dis place dat we ain't really sure what it was like. But dey said it was supposed to be nice. De winnin' Tribe was s'posed to be happy and safe an' not have to do no more fightin', dere.
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Who's "they?"
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[ You know, said very matter-of-factly. ]
Dey make all de rules.
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Sound like bad rulers to Gonta. Good rulers not have to make people fight eachother.
[Tyrants. Gonta means tyrants.]
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[ A small laugh, then a cough. ]
Everybody tellin' me dey come from places widdout fightin', I can't imagine it.
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[ He closes his eyes and smiles. ]
Was your home peaceful?