Super Sweet Secret Slumber Party

[killtheanimals]

[It's Thursday night.

Everyone's sick. No one but maybe Chloe is having fun. All that's left is to see what happens first - the death of them all, or the death of one.

But for Cabin 2 at least, all remain here.]

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[soylentprotag]

[He knows what it's like, for Death to simply saunter in and take what it wants -- anytime, anywhere, anyone and for years and years he'd just gritted his teeth and watched and sometimes taken a few futile swings at it. Death was a shadow and a living thing around every corner, each time you closed your eyes at night and every time you let someone out of your sight.

He'd found the means to fight it, even if not the means to defeat it completely. It was something. It is something. He still wants to go home, to change it, to change the world.

But he has to change things here. It doesn't matter where he is, in a sense: where there are people, he has a purpose. He protects people. That's what he's for.]

Your magic can protect us from things other than disease. We've tested that.

[It's not quite humorous, now that they're here, but he's also serious about it. They need to take what precautions they can, while they work for other solutions.]

We have until the weekend, if the radio is right. We'll make the most of it.

[killtheanimals]

If my strength holds...

[He doesn't sound optimistic, however. Talking hurts, and if he grew unable to speak, he grew unable to incant. To say nothing of his waning energy levels otherwise...

Finally, he takes up a single cracker, nibbling on it. Despondent.]

[soylentprotag]

If it doesn't, there's the rest of us.

[They're... an interesting mixture of individuals and abilities, but there's absolutely enough of them to at least cover the exits, especially if they manage to prop Dyaus up somewhere (though it's debatable how well Cielo will take to transforming at this point). But the point is: they're all here, and this is why they had to organize the cabins.

It's partly for safety, certainly -- but also partly for morale. Yesterday had... more or less proved that. Probably. Maybe.

Despite his slumped posture and the mildly nibbled state of his cracker, there's no doubt in Lenka's voice at all.]

[killtheanimals]

[Mitsuru's only answer to that is silence, chewing carefully on the crackers, forcing himself to swallow and chase the dry food down with water. It ends in wretched coughing a few times, but it doesn't immediately return, and that's a tiny, tiny comfort.

He manages most of one bag before he gives up.]

...We should go back.

[He just wants to lay down again.]