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killtheanimals ([personal profile] killtheanimals) wrote2018-06-05 06:40 pm

Super Sweet Secret Slumber Party

[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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[personal profile] soylentprotag 2018-06-06 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Lenka does watch him carefully, just in case he decides to take the shortcut from the bunk to the floor, but it looks like he worried for nothing. It's kind of funny how he's still tucking magic into making his staff float around, but a cabin full of sick kids has to have some entertainment, probably.

Lenka just nods back, not trusting his voice to talking too much, and leads the way over to the lodge. He himself isn't exactly walking in a straight line and has to pause now and again, sometimes using walls and other obstacles for leverage -- but them's the breaks of navigating a camp in the dark. There's something nostalgic about this.

He shakes it off. They're somehow at the kitchen already.

Lenka sets to unwrapping his arm, first of all, and giving that a wash. Can't have it getting musty. In goes the dishtowel too. It's pretty bloody by now, but he seems calm about it.]

Is there something you want to bring back?
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[personal profile] soylentprotag 2018-06-07 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
[The short walk has made him dizzy and disoriented by now, but he has enough wherewithal to start collecting stuff in the kitchen once he's washed up. He also straight up just hands Mitsuru a glass of water; they've both earned a bit of a break before they make the trek back. Lenka's going to take a break in between gathering stuff, too, propping himself precariously on one of the available chairs.

... His eyes start slipping shut in spite of himself, so he tries for some water, too, and talks to keep himself awake.]

We can eat a little. Before we go back. [not only are there crackers, there's a bit of cheese, if you can stomach it] I guess... we should keep more food in the cabin.

[Even when they're not sick, that is. He's forward-thinking right now.]
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[personal profile] soylentprotag 2018-06-08 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
Is it? I don't think so.

[He sinks a little into the chair, curls up as he coughs a little more. He did get a fresh dishtowel; he'll properly launder the lot later, because yes. He believes in a later, fiercely and with everything he has. He'll make sure of it.

Lenka's going to snag a cracker and taste-test. He really hasn't had an appetite for a few days now, but the pragmatic part of him knows he needs fuel occasionally. He has too much to do. It's just getting harder to sort that out as Thursday wears on.]

There's enough of us to justify a stash.
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[personal profile] soylentprotag 2018-06-08 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
We're looking for a different way.

[It's always darkest before dawn.

Lenka knows, he knows, that their chances are dwindling as the days wear on and they chase what little leads they can amass in what time they've got -- and death snarls at his heels, as it always has, as it always will. His voice doesn't waver. He'll delay it, he'll fight it, as long as he can.

He pushes a few crackers towards Mitsuru.]

The cabin, and everyone... we'll need your magic.
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[personal profile] soylentprotag 2018-06-08 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.
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[personal profile] soylentprotag 2018-06-08 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
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.]