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]

Eds.

[Richie bites his lower lip, camped out sitting at the foot of his friend's bed. scary as it looks, he's not going anywhere]

Id - id's godda be ogay. Dey - dey wouldn't really gill us all. Id's a desd.

[itsagazebo]

[He sounds a little breathless]

How the fuck do you know that, huh?

[trashmouthtozier]

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

[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]

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]

[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!]

[trashmouthtozier]

Thad's wud she saib.

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

[itsagazebo]

Oh for fuck's sake.

[He rolls his eyes so hard he nearly falls over]