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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[linearcrash]

You sure? You spent way too long out in the sun.

[ He'll stop poking at least. ]

Unless it's the sickness or whatever is going around?

[ Give him a moment to realize someone actually recognizes something from his world ]

[linearcrash]

[ He's not sure if he's coughing cause weird green gunk or if he's coughing cause he's choking. So he's going to give him a hard pat on the back. Is that helping? ]

[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. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

Jebub Chrize, do.

[he makes a face, even as he's helping Talcott to his feet]

Pob your own shiddy blibders, I dob wad your bus all ober my figgerb. I'be god by habs full enub helbing Eds.

[worry flickers across his face at that, severe worry. his BFF isn't looking too hot]

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie's eyes look like they're about ready to bug out from panic, his glasses the only thing holding them in. the stuff is creeping up and has covered his mouth. you may have all wanted him to shut the hell up, but prooobably not like this. he makes muffled, panicked sounds, his breath huffing through his nose]

[seekingsunrise]

Being in the sun at all is too long... I knew it was going to happen I just... hoped it wouldn't be so bad.

[It's great you stopped poking but now that spot itches and he can't stop himself. No matter how gently he tries to itch though, the top few layers of skin come off all too easily. And then... then it's a matter of peeling it from the rest of his arm.]

Think... the fever's cause 'm sick. But... the burn's not helping.

[linearcrash]

Did you use to live in a cave?

[ He's certainly pale enough for it?

Also omg stop itching. ]

Hey, stop that, yo. [ Just gonna push his hands away from the spot. ] You're just making it worst. [ Also there are kids here who will probably puke at the blood? He does not want to be in the cabin with puke ]

[sophistryking]

The mosquito made a point of avoiding them...

[It's slurred. And he flops back on to the bed to avoid falling off.]

It's annoying that they keep lying about what is happening. Even after that guy got shot.

[linearcrash]

Maybe that's why they took us. To be sacrifices to whatever the hell the voice was.

[ Which, he doesn't sound surprised. ]

They're just covering their own asses. It might not be the first time.

[ Also thank you for avoiding falling off. He doesn't want you on him, man. ]

[seekingsunrise]

[He'd thought everyone had heard this by now but apparently not.]

No, there's no sunlight where I'm from.

[It's hard to just stop okay. It hurts and it itches and he's miserable, Nine.

But he drops his hand away, sullen and sad and without enough mental fortitude to put on a brave face.]

[linearcrash]

[ Nine likes relying on others to give him summaries.

Which doesn't work out so well here. He needs a new system. ]

How'd that happen?

[ Is there an off switch for the sun there? Nine doesn't even know why the sun does sun stuff. ]

[seekingsunrise]

[He shoots a dark look at the blond but doesn't say anything discouraging.]

A plague. It eats light, makes animals violent, and turns everyone into monsters.

[Your concern and tact are greatly appreciated.

He's so tired of explaining this.]

[homeecspacecop]

[Both, honestly.

And the patting doesn't really help, other than... stirring up a little cloud of green dust that's just puffing off of Chuuta's entire body. Gross.]

'm okay.

[itsagazebo]

Richie!!

[Eddie continues dragging himself painfully across the floor]

Shit fuck fuck fuck! Richie, don't you fucking dare die!

[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.

[linearcrash]

That's stuff is every where, yo. You're going to need a shower after this. And maybe burn all of this...

[ All the bedding. Maybe the clothes. That's nasty. ]

[linearcrash]

[ If he was from a later canon point, he would be able to commiserate about no sun. ]

Alright, so we'll get you umbrella or something when the store opens.

[ Maybe they can ask Red. ]

[finalguard]

[ Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit.

Boa tries to hold the stuff up from coming up to Richies nose with one hand and to remove it from the mouth with the other hand and neither is working properly. ]

Come on, come on, come on....

[finalguard]

-- your aspirations! The things you... the things you gotta get to, no matter what...

[ The things you can't die before you accomplished them. That's how Boa deals with this anyway. ]

[finalguard]

[ The vanishing and reappearing of the spear gets a short impressed look. Boa's not really used to these things yet. It's really cool though. ]

... depends on someone making it stop, I guess.

[itsagazebo]

Things I gotta get to?

[he scoffs a little, then grimaces because that fucking hurts]

Living, for one... Moving out of my ma's house...

[trashmouthtozier]

[his eyes dart back and forth from Eddie to Boa, even as the stuff starts to creep up over his cheeks, touching the frames of his glasses. the frantic mumble coming from his mouth is decidedly HELP]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie nods a little]

Okay... okay... you got any ideas?

[itsagazebo]

[He sounds a little breathless]

How the fuck do you know that, huh?

[itsagazebo]

Richie!! Fuck! Do something!!

[He says as if Boa isn't already trying to do something. He manages to make it over to Richie's feet, pulling himself up to a sitting position on the floor next to him.]