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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[itsagazebo]

[His everything hurts. But Boa's got a point...]


What the fuck else am I s'posed to think about?

[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. ]

[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...

[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...

[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.