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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[seekingsunrise]

Early
[They're supposed to be socializing, sure, but Talcott is sprawled out on his lower bunk, his makeshift curtains mostly closed but not completely. He's fevered and miserable, hot already from the sunburn and now it's so much worse. He's got his notebook in front of him, scrawling out notes and observations. He's not really going to be approaching people.]


Later
[Between the sickness and the violent sunburn of the last few days finally peeling Talcott feels like he's going to crawl out of his skin. After scratching his arm bloody, though, he just reaches out to snag the arm of the nearest person passing by. He looks absolutely miserable as he looks up from his bed, gesturing to the peeling sunburn with his other hand.]

I know this is really weird and kinda gross but.... help?

Later

[linearcrash]

[ Pausing to look at him. ]

You look like you were trying to hug a bomb, yo!

[ Crouching down to poke at one of the sunburn spots. ]

[seekingsunrise]

I'm not an idiot.

[He starts to chuckle though. It really kinda does. But then Nine pokes him and he hisses sharply, jerking away.]

[linearcrash]

You sure? You spent way too long out in the sun.

[ He'll stop poking at least. ]

Unless it's the sickness or whatever is going around?

[ Give him a moment to realize someone actually recognizes something from his world ]

[seekingsunrise]

Being in the sun at all is too long... I knew it was going to happen I just... hoped it wouldn't be so bad.

[It's great you stopped poking but now that spot itches and he can't stop himself. No matter how gently he tries to itch though, the top few layers of skin come off all too easily. And then... then it's a matter of peeling it from the rest of his arm.]

Think... the fever's cause 'm sick. But... the burn's not helping.

[linearcrash]

Did you use to live in a cave?

[ He's certainly pale enough for it?

Also omg stop itching. ]

Hey, stop that, yo. [ Just gonna push his hands away from the spot. ] You're just making it worst. [ Also there are kids here who will probably puke at the blood? He does not want to be in the cabin with puke ]

[seekingsunrise]

[He'd thought everyone had heard this by now but apparently not.]

No, there's no sunlight where I'm from.

[It's hard to just stop okay. It hurts and it itches and he's miserable, Nine.

But he drops his hand away, sullen and sad and without enough mental fortitude to put on a brave face.]

[linearcrash]

[ Nine likes relying on others to give him summaries.

Which doesn't work out so well here. He needs a new system. ]

How'd that happen?

[ Is there an off switch for the sun there? Nine doesn't even know why the sun does sun stuff. ]

[seekingsunrise]

[He shoots a dark look at the blond but doesn't say anything discouraging.]

A plague. It eats light, makes animals violent, and turns everyone into monsters.

[Your concern and tact are greatly appreciated.

He's so tired of explaining this.]

[linearcrash]

[ If he was from a later canon point, he would be able to commiserate about no sun. ]

Alright, so we'll get you umbrella or something when the store opens.

[ Maybe they can ask Red. ]

[trashmouthtozier]

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[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]