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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Post 10pm - WE ARE AFRAID

[finalguard]

[linearcrash]

[ Nine has managed to drag himself off the floor by then and is halfway up his bed, laying on his back with his feet still off. Then he feels better. He jerks up, and hits head on the top bunk. THUMP ]

Ouch! That hurt, yo. [ Rubbing his head and then remembering. ] Oh hey, you guys feeling any better? I'm feeling one-hundred percent, yo!

[itsagazebo]

[The pain vanished. All the pain and numbness and everything vanished. Eddie sits up, careful not to hit his head on the bottom of the top bunk. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bunk, he stares at his blemish free arms and legs.]

What the fuck?

[trashmouthtozier]

[once 10 PM hits, a crack appears down each cheek, but Richie still can't move. you might want to help him get out of there so he can breathe]

[seekingsunrise]

[People are up and about and moving and talking! Things are going better!

Except there's still a vaguely Talcott shaped lump on the bunk farthest from the door. Everyone's making too much noise and he just whimpers and buries his face into the pillow. Except that hurts too.

Gosh it sucks having such a bad sunburn that you're constantly suffering from sun-stroke, doesn't it?]