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.))

Comments

[trashmouthtozier]

Dere'd be do boid. All dis? The canb? By nod jus gill us web dey toog us?

[finalguard]

I'm trying--

[ And that... definitely came out more screeching than he meant for it to sound.

Trying does not equal succeeding, what the hell is Richie's illness even?? Is this an illness?? Looks fake!! Sadly, thinking this doesn't improve the current conditions. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

Lige... we bud ub a budge of sdrigs aroub the door so beoble drib on deir faces an den dere's rogs?

I duddo. Id's sdill a berg id progred.

[itsagazebo]

[He wheezes, speaking kind of like William Shatner as he struggles to push his words out]

I dunno. If I knew. Maybe we could fix it. Maybe they just. Want us afraid first.

[trashmouthtozier]

[the stuff is definitely winning at this point, sorry to say. Richie's eyes flash over to Eddie and the look in them is distinctly equal parts panic and regret. the last of it will have his glasses glazed over in a matter of seconds, and it's hardening faster, now, turning from black to brown almost instantly]

[itsagazebo]

What the fuck is that?!?!

[Eddie tries to pry some of the crap off of Richie's leg to no avail.]

[trashmouthtozier]

Lige Id.

[he nods a little]

Juds rebeber. Log as I'b here, you can'b be abraib. Cud you god be.

[for a few more hours anyway, until he turns into a snot statue]

[itsagazebo]

That's not a bad idea... but do we have any string?

[itsagazebo]

[He manages a small nod]

I'm trying, Richie... It's just real fucking hard right now.

[But not as hard as you're about to be!]

[linearcrash]

Do you actually buy it? That voice talking about people needing to take a life.

[ He isn't sure he really buys it. Besides, he doesn't like listening to just anyone. ]

It seems pretty dumb to me.

[finalguard]

I don't know it's--- Damn!

[ Well, now the face is covered and Boa's prying fingernails do nothing except get bent in odd directions and hurt Boa himself. It's... he doesn't know what to do now. Scratching at it doesn't even leave a proper mark.

Defeated, Boa lets go and sits on the bed, staring incredulously. ]

[finalguard]

See?!

[ Ouch, the yelling hurts Boas throat and he needs to take a break from speaking for a moment. Eddie's goals are so benign and ordinary that Boa can barely understand them, but it doesn't matter right now, it just... ]

So don't b-be pathetic... you... you can't die before that...

[finalguard]

I don't fully believe it, but the longer this goes on the less I see what else it could be... Bringing us here to just let us die of disease instantly seems pointless.

[ Which only means they have to be very confident that someone will kill. ]

[linearcrash]

Wonder why it's so important to make us pick each other off. Doesn't make sense without some kind of gain, yo.

[ Or maybe they are all just losing it. ]

[homeecspacecop]

Yeah. [Burning all of this makes sense. But... there might not be an after.]

Do you have more water? [That's first. He has to get more water first.]

[finalguard]

We've been thinking it might be some kind of experiment.

I can't think of a reason other than to test the strength of different abilities and physical conditions though... A battle royale to get the strongest survivor. But why...?

[ Though logically he knows sometimes the answer for creators of these things is just 'why not'? ]

[trashmouthtozier]

[enjoy your new Richie Statue for the next couple of hours while he remains barely conscious, able to hear you flipping your shit but unable to actually, uh, move, guys.]

[itsagazebo]

[He's got other dreams! He just can't think of any of them while he's fucking DYING, asshole.]

Yeah... yeah you're right.

[He coughs, weakly]

Thanks.

[itsagazebo]

Richie...

[Eddie eventually gives up, realizing that there's nothing he can do but hope that Richie's still alive in there, somehow.

... Eddie might need some help getting back to bed.

No?

Fine, he'll just crawl his sorry ass back to his bunk.]

[linearcrash]

[ He will totally help with that.

Nine will just gank someone else's water at this point to hand over because it's closer. ]

Here. Take it slower so it'll actually last.

[linearcrash]

[ He doesn't seem shocked by experiment. Crossing his arms as he thinks about it ]

That sounds like a lot like Agito to me. Just without the killing each other part.

[trashmouthtozier]

Thad's wud she saib.

[GRINS BECAUSE REALLY YOU LEFT THAT ONE RIGHT THERE DUDE]

[trashmouthtozier]

I duddo. Ib nuddid elf, we gob our jewlabeb.

[homeecspacecop]

[He needs to drink this more slowly but he can't. He really really can't. He tries to slow down but he's so desperately thirsty that he absolutely can't.

He doesn't choke on it this time, but it doesn't help, he still needs more water. There's green dust everywhere, falling off his skin and hair, and the weird green discoloration just keeps spreading.]

[linearcrash]

Maybe we should get you to the bathroom.

[ Just stick him under a constant stream of water. ]