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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Pre 10pm - WE ARE SICK

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Post 10pm - WE ARE AFRAID

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[linearcrash]

A. Early [ While ignoring the sickness as best as he can, Nine moves one of the extra trunks over to the far corner of the room. Then he's snagging one of the bean bags to stack on top of it.

He inspects it before making his spear appear in his hand. Just going to spin it around in his hands before throwing it at the bean bag. YUP. Don't come over without giving a warning unless you like playing dodge. ]

B. Bunk Blocker[ He feels terrible and is laying there on the floor.]

Didn't know I could ever get this sick, yo.

[ Yeah he's not moving. And might be blocking someones access up to their bed. ]

[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]

[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...

[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?

[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!]

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[ 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. ]

[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?

A

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[ Boa completely wore himself out in Flag Tag yesterday, so today he faces the consequences of his actions and stays in bed, just observing what Nine is doing. ]

Is this really.. indoors kind of training?

[linearcrash]

[ Jabbing the bean bag. ]

Gotta get used to tight places, yo.

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... do you think you're going to... need that here?

[ With the sickness holding them all down and the threat of forced murder in the air, one can't help but jump to conclusions. ]

[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?

[linearcrash]

What? The bean bag? We have a couple of extras.

[ Between the whole Soma dying and one bunk not being filled. ]

[finalguard]

No, I mean... in door fighting...

[ Was that answer innocent or fake innocent....?]

[linearcrash]

It helps relieve the tension, yo. And keeps me focus on something.

[ You know, on something that's not being sick. ]

Want to give it a try?

[homeecspacecop]

[Chuuta started the week off queasy and nervous, struggling to sleep and withdrawing in on himself to the point where Drew was starting to worry. Even brief moments of trying to make things better didn't work.

And that was before the illness actually hit.

He needs water. He can't get enough water, no matter how much he drinks. He coughs up dust, actual dust, a weird moss-green powder that coats the inside of his mouth and nose and stains his hands and face. Or, at first it was a stain, but now the discoloration is spreading, his extremities turning dry and green and cracking and leaving smudges of green powder anywhere he touches.

He's staying in a corner, next to the radio, on the ground and against the wall, trying to listen for anything important.]

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... mhm, exercise is good for that.

[ It's why Boa's been running so much the last few days before... falling even more miserably ill today.

But you know, Nine has a point, movement is good and Boa will never admit to being physically incapable of anything, so he slowly crawls out of bed. ]

Sounds fun.

[linearcrash]

[ The foam beans fall out as he pulls his spear back. He starts to offer it over, and then snorts as he realizes it might be to tall for him. ]

Think you can actually handle it?

[ It probably means he doesn't have plans on killing everyone in the cabin if he's handing his weapon over, right? ]

[linearcrash]

[ OKAY GREEN POWDER STUFF??? ]

What the hell? Were you trying to eat green tea powder?

[ What is that stuff? Already going to poke at it with his fingers cause that seems smart. ]

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. ]

[finalguard]

[ Look, just because you're a whole 43cm taller than Boa doesn't mean he's too weak to handle your weapon. This is not at all the logical inference here!

Which is why Boa gives the spear (that is definitely longer than he is tall) a skeptical glance then nods. ]

Why not? I train, you know.

[ And to give him credit, he doesn't seem to have too much trouble just... holding it. Hm. ]

[linearcrash]

[ You're almost at his chest height, dude. ]

What do you normally train with?

[ He'll step back to let him at the bean bag. Crossing his arms as he watches. ]

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[ 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. ]