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]

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?

[trashmouthtozier]

[he flails a little]

I'b nod doo bab, I cud do ib. I jus deed ideab! I cab breab too gud, bud ad log as I sday dear the cabbib, dad's ogay!

[itsagazebo]

What the fuck is this? [He launches into a coughing fit. He wipes a little blood from his lips before he continues] Home Alone?

[trashmouthtozier]

[he snatches at a deep breath, and it catches in his chest at the sight of the blood on Eddie's lips. he's trying so hard not to be afraid, to believe that they're not really going to die, but - but seeing him like this is ... is worse than anything IT ever showed him. even worse than the Missing poster. he wrestles his fear to the ground, flips it over, and beats it until it turns into anger instead]

Doh.

No, goddab it, this is fuggin' Raiders of the Losd Arg and we're the tebble. Any mudderfugger who dries to ged in here is godda get hib ass gigged. I'b godda mag sure ub id.

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie nods a little]

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

[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]

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

[trashmouthtozier]

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

[itsagazebo]

[He frowns at Richie.]

Our what?

[Yeah even he couldn't understand that last word.

[trashmouthtozier]

[he leans down and tugs on his SHOELACES, asshole. you know. string]

JEW-LA-BEB.

[itsagazebo]

[Oooohhh he gets it]

Dude, if Stan was here he'd fucking deck you right now.

[trashmouthtozier]

.... Huh?

[he's stubbed ub, he dun get it]

[itsagazebo]

It sounds like you're saying jew, not shoe.

[trashmouthtozier]

[he laughs]

Oh, fug. Sobby Sban.