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]

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.

[seekingsunrise]

This is with sunscreen... SPF 50.

[It takes him considerable effort to stand, wavering unsteadily but eventually he finds his equilibrium again.]

I don't know what Goth is but... yeah, okay. Think you could stand to pop some of these blisters?

[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]