Week 1 - Thursday Night - Cabin 3 Slumber-Party?!

[finalguard]

[ We're all sick, we're all afraid. The last part is debatable. ]

((Cabinmate mingle for the pre-murder night. Since we're all in the same cabin, threadjacking and just general messy posting is encouraged unless a different pref is stated in a thread header.

I put two headers, one for pre-10pm sickness misery and one for 10pm when we all miracle heal, because I think it'd be difficult to decide 'now is the time' unanimously in ongoing threads between 8 people.))

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Pre 10pm - WE ARE SICK

[finalguard]

[linearcrash]

A. Early [ While ignoring the sickness as best as he can, Nine moves one of the extra trunks over to the far corner of the room. Then he's snagging one of the bean bags to stack on top of it.

He inspects it before making his spear appear in his hand. Just going to spin it around in his hands before throwing it at the bean bag. YUP. Don't come over without giving a warning unless you like playing dodge. ]

B. Bunk Blocker[ He feels terrible and is laying there on the floor.]

Didn't know I could ever get this sick, yo.

[ Yeah he's not moving. And might be blocking someones access up to their bed. ]

A

[finalguard]

[ Boa completely wore himself out in Flag Tag yesterday, so today he faces the consequences of his actions and stays in bed, just observing what Nine is doing. ]

Is this really.. indoors kind of training?

[linearcrash]

[ Jabbing the bean bag. ]

Gotta get used to tight places, yo.

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie doesn't look so good, guys. He's laying on his cot and looks so uncomfortable. He's lost all feeling in one of his arms and one of his legs. His limbs are covered with constellations of sores and growths, the tips of his fingers have turned black, and his face is puffy and red.

He groans and coughs, trying very hard not to cry.]

I think I'm gonna die...

[finalguard]

[ I think you're right about that... Boa thinks immediately and it's only the fact that speaking is damn exhausting right now that keeps it from slipping out.

Instead he musters up the strength to say something more encouraging (?). ]

Shut up.. You're.... you're not going to.

[itsagazebo]

[He turns towards the voice, but his eyes don't seem to be completely focusing. Thankfully, he recognizes who's snapping at him.]

How... how do you know?

[They said someone had to die to make them all better, Boa. He doesn't want to die, but he doesn't want anyone else to, either!]

[trashmouthtozier]

Eds.

[Richie bites his lower lip, camped out sitting at the foot of his friend's bed. scary as it looks, he's not going anywhere]

Id - id's godda be ogay. Dey - dey wouldn't really gill us all. Id's a desd.

[seekingsunrise]

Early
[They're supposed to be socializing, sure, but Talcott is sprawled out on his lower bunk, his makeshift curtains mostly closed but not completely. He's fevered and miserable, hot already from the sunburn and now it's so much worse. He's got his notebook in front of him, scrawling out notes and observations. He's not really going to be approaching people.]


Later
[Between the sickness and the violent sunburn of the last few days finally peeling Talcott feels like he's going to crawl out of his skin. After scratching his arm bloody, though, he just reaches out to snag the arm of the nearest person passing by. He looks absolutely miserable as he looks up from his bed, gesturing to the peeling sunburn with his other hand.]

I know this is really weird and kinda gross but.... help?

Later

[linearcrash]

[ Pausing to look at him. ]

You look like you were trying to hug a bomb, yo!

[ Crouching down to poke at one of the sunburn spots. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

I'b seed grosser. Sunburb is really nasty shit. Once Monday rolls around, use sub of the tiggids you won for lig, aloe and sunblob. Id's brobably eben worse becub you loog lig a Goth gid.

[he makes a face.]

Cub wid be to the bathroobs ad we can gid sub lig, baber dowels and glean it ub. Den I'll helb.

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta started the week off queasy and nervous, struggling to sleep and withdrawing in on himself to the point where Drew was starting to worry. Even brief moments of trying to make things better didn't work.

And that was before the illness actually hit.

He needs water. He can't get enough water, no matter how much he drinks. He coughs up dust, actual dust, a weird moss-green powder that coats the inside of his mouth and nose and stains his hands and face. Or, at first it was a stain, but now the discoloration is spreading, his extremities turning dry and green and cracking and leaving smudges of green powder anywhere he touches.

He's staying in a corner, next to the radio, on the ground and against the wall, trying to listen for anything important.]

[linearcrash]

[ OKAY GREEN POWDER STUFF??? ]

What the hell? Were you trying to eat green tea powder?

[ What is that stuff? Already going to poke at it with his fingers cause that seems smart. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

Hey, guyd, I ...

[Richie's congestion is so bad that it's almost impossible to understand him at this point.]

I thib mabbe we shub pud ub sub tabs. Ou-thib.

[itsagazebo]

[Thankfully Eddie's second language is stuffy. He looks over at Richie, squinting a little.]

Traps? Do any of us look like we're in any state to go tromping around outside?

9:30-ISH

[trashmouthtozier]

[as soon as Richie comes in from setting his traps, the reason he was so stuffed up became gruesomely evident.

some sort of black ichor begins to seep out of his pores, covering his whole body. it smells like sweat and day-old dishes.]

What the fuck ---

[his eyes widen behind his glasses, looking freakishly huge. he reaches up to wipe off one forearm - or tries to. the goo starts to harden, turning the deep brown of cheap modeling clay, and he can't move]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

[he starts to panic, breathing hard, until it binds his chest, too, and he's stark still, staring down at himself as it starts to creep up his neck]

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? HELP!

[you can try to peel it off him, but after a minute it'll keep happening too fast for anyone to keep up with, and you'll just have to ... let him get sealed up....]

[itsagazebo]

Richie?

[Eddie peels himself off of his sheets, trying to get to his BFF.]

Richie!!

[His limbs don't want to work and he ends up falling out of his bunk into a heap on the floor. Unable to walk, he tries to crawl across the floor]

[sophistryking]

[He's not doing a lot...

Like a few days ago, he's sat on his bunk with his legs hanging over the edge. This time he's slumped forward. His elbows resting on his knees, and his head in his hands. It didn't look comfortable.

The wheezing probably didn't help. Every now and then there's a hacking cough.]

...Do you think if went to the adults like this, they'd send us to the hospital?

[linearcrash]

You kidding? They probably want us to be like this.

[ Adults always are serving their own agendas. And they are probably in on whatever the hell that voice was.

Nine is on the floor because only the floor loves him now. He's tuckered out from training and it's hard trying to navigate up to his bed when everything keeps shifting or spinning on him. ]

[itsagazebo]

I'd go with you if I could walk.

[Eddie groans, trying to look over at him]

I fucking hate the hospital but I'd take that over this any day.

Post 10pm - WE ARE AFRAID

[finalguard]

[linearcrash]

[ Nine has managed to drag himself off the floor by then and is halfway up his bed, laying on his back with his feet still off. Then he feels better. He jerks up, and hits head on the top bunk. THUMP ]

Ouch! That hurt, yo. [ Rubbing his head and then remembering. ] Oh hey, you guys feeling any better? I'm feeling one-hundred percent, yo!

[itsagazebo]

[The pain vanished. All the pain and numbness and everything vanished. Eddie sits up, careful not to hit his head on the bottom of the top bunk. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bunk, he stares at his blemish free arms and legs.]

What the fuck?

[trashmouthtozier]

[once 10 PM hits, a crack appears down each cheek, but Richie still can't move. you might want to help him get out of there so he can breathe]

[seekingsunrise]

[People are up and about and moving and talking! Things are going better!

Except there's still a vaguely Talcott shaped lump on the bunk farthest from the door. Everyone's making too much noise and he just whimpers and buries his face into the pillow. Except that hurts too.

Gosh it sucks having such a bad sunburn that you're constantly suffering from sun-stroke, doesn't it?]