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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[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.