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]

[Eddie doesn't look so good, guys. He's laying on his cot and looks so uncomfortable. He's lost all feeling in one of his arms and one of his legs. His limbs are covered with constellations of sores and growths, the tips of his fingers have turned black, and his face is puffy and red.

He groans and coughs, trying very hard not to cry.]

I think I'm gonna die...

[finalguard]

[ I think you're right about that... Boa thinks immediately and it's only the fact that speaking is damn exhausting right now that keeps it from slipping out.

Instead he musters up the strength to say something more encouraging (?). ]

Shut up.. You're.... you're not going to.

[itsagazebo]

[He turns towards the voice, but his eyes don't seem to be completely focusing. Thankfully, he recognizes who's snapping at him.]

How... how do you know?

[They said someone had to die to make them all better, Boa. He doesn't want to die, but he doesn't want anyone else to, either!]

[finalguard]

[ Oh come on, don't ask him hard questions when his brain feels like it is slowly liquidating into a hot lava-y soup of doom. ]

-- just won't.

[ Who needs to say full phrases anymore when you can aggressively mumble half-sentence to get your point across? ]

If... if you get it together. Just. Just don't let it win.

[ Useful delirious advice. ]

[itsagazebo]

[Eddie groans as another wave of pain shoots through his limbs. He sniffs, bringing his one good arm up, swiping his hand under his nose. It comes away slick with blood.]

Fuck...

[He sighs, his arm falling limply back to the bed.]

I don't wanna let 'em win. But what the fuck [He turns on his side, doubling over in a coughing fit] am I s'posed to do?

[finalguard]

[ Boa sincerely wishes he hadn't turned to look over at Eddie. It's so much easier to dismiss him as being a bit too whiny when you're not seeing those red stains on his face. ]

I don't... I don't know, just don't... You're just gonna die more easily i-if you think of it.

[ Will your body under your control! Stay alive through the sheer force of spite! Boa thinks this works, but saying it out loud makes it feel flimsy and doesn't do anything to calm his own panic. ]

[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.

[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]