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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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Edge of the woods
Boa himself looks... well, bad. Fever is a constant for him now, but mostly the events of the morning have left him feeling hollow. ]
You sure this is where you want to be?
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He looks up at Boa and shakes his head]
No... but I gotta try to do something.
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Do you think you'll get a glimpse of anyone...?
[ He can't think of anything else with his sick little brain, but that seems... pretty unlikely and pretty dumb. ]
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[He knows it sounds crazy. He can take it]
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[ Boa doesn't seem disbelieving for even a minute, if it helps any. This morning they found an alien hang out of their roommate's stomach. Boa isn't sure he can be surprised by anything ever again at this rate. Realism? He's not even sure what that is anymore. ]
That means so far none of them had any useful chatter?
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No... most of them are idiots. The frogs spend all night screaming "you want some fuck?" The mosquitoes were saying that shit about infecting everyone... and the fish just kept saying they couldn't breathe when everyone was fishing.
[He pauses, remembering the incident with the bird]
There was one thing, though. I kinda passed out when they told us we were all sick and had to kill someone. When I woke up I heard a bird who just kept saying something about guys talking in the woods.
[He gestures generally towards the trees]
I'm hoping something else in there can tell me more.
[Congratulations, Boa, that's the most he's said at one time to anyone other than Richie since he got here.]
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ANYWAY, more important things. ]
... that's a really good idea. We have the radio, but that's selective and it doesn't actually show us anything. If you can get the animals to talk... Maybe we can figure out locations as well.
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Wait... what radio?
[NO ONE'S TOLD HIM ABOUT THAT!!]
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[ Which seems like a miracle, considering the radio is so... old. Boa's been born in the 2000s, it looks ancient to him. ]
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[He stared wide eyed at Boa... Until he's hit with a coughing fit. Fuck.]
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[ He stops talking for a second, gathering his recollection of what Chuuta said at the meet-up. ]
They said weekends were going to be busy and that it might be more 'merciful' to just kill us now instead of keeping us alive as their bosses want.
Oh and they're taking bets on who will run again, I think. Bet on Ren, also on you and Richie.
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What. The fuck?!
You guys heard them talking about us and no one thought to tell us?! I mean, what the fuck?! The assholes in the woods aren't just talking about killing us, they're placing bets on which of us is gonna die next?! And why the fuck would they bet on me and Richie?! We haven't fucking done anything, and we're not like the other kids here with powers and military training or some other bullshit like that. We're just kids!
[He pauses, his breathing ragged. Digging through his fanny pack, he pulls out his inhaler and takes a puff. Wheezing, he adds]
I fucking hate this place.
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They said it's because you "trust each other". [ The air quotes are audible in his voice. ] Whatever reasoning that is.
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What's trust got to do with it? Yeah, Rich and I have been friends forever, of course we trust each other.
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If anyone assumes the power of trust fights off guns, they'd be stupid.
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We're not the fucking care bears.
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Well, it's just some people in the woods speculating. I doubt you two would actually be that dumb.
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Thanks for the vote of confidence.