Summer Camp Petoskey Mods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
petoskeymods) wrote2018-06-10 11:28 pm
petoskeymods) wrote2018-06-10 11:28 pm
Entry tags:
DEADLAND
[Some time after your character dies, they will wake up in their bunk in camp. But something is wrong here, so very wrong.
Venture outside, and you will see that you're still in camp, but it's trapped in a foggy twilight. Time doesn't seem to pass, and it's quiet. Too quiet. No animals, no breeze, nothing.
The only sign of anything living is in the trees, where dozens and dozens of ghostly figures roam. Sometimes they might come into camp, but you'll probably have to go out to meet them if you want to talk to them. They all seem to be watching camp, but are shy and might flicker away if they're approached.
Finally, in the chapel in the lodge, there is a shadowy figure. It looks like a preteen, perhaps? Maybe 11 or 12 or so. But that's about all you can get from it at a glance.
But you're here now, and there are things to do. Where will you start?]
Venture outside, and you will see that you're still in camp, but it's trapped in a foggy twilight. Time doesn't seem to pass, and it's quiet. Too quiet. No animals, no breeze, nothing.
The only sign of anything living is in the trees, where dozens and dozens of ghostly figures roam. Sometimes they might come into camp, but you'll probably have to go out to meet them if you want to talk to them. They all seem to be watching camp, but are shy and might flicker away if they're approached.
Finally, in the chapel in the lodge, there is a shadowy figure. It looks like a preteen, perhaps? Maybe 11 or 12 or so. But that's about all you can get from it at a glance.
But you're here now, and there are things to do. Where will you start?]
no subject
How... You didn't mess up anything. Why are you thinking that?
no subject
I don't know - I know it's not ny fault, not really anyway. But ... if she were still feeling down, she might've just stayed in bed instead of ... doing whatever she was doing at the chapel.
I know people can die.. pretty much anywhere and for no goddamn reason [His throat tightens there, as his free hand becomes a clenched fist.] ... so it's not like I could've done anything to save her, even if I weren't stuck here, but -- goddamn it.
no subject
He places a hand on Lance's shoulder. Physical gestures of comfort seem to have been a common method that work among most kinds of people. ]
You're right, you couldn't have done a thing... Even if we're set on protecting each other, Red tears us apart.
So now that she's coming here, we just have to work even harder on getting all our souls saved.
no subject
He wipes his face hastily, despite knowing how unconvincing that is.]
I'm sorry, I'll be fine really. I know what we have to do, I just... needed a moment for myself.
no subject
... why are all of you like this?
[ That's all he can wonder now, between Chuuta and Usagi and Lance and... ]
Why are you all so insistent on never putting yourself first? It doesn't make any sense at all.
[ Lance must be suffering more than anyone right now. On top of being dead, his girlfriend died and while it isn't his fault, he has tangible reason to blame himself anyway. If it were Boa, he'd be letting this consume him and everyone around him. Because Boa lives for himself and he's only recently learned how to care for others... so why, when he tries to do it, is he still being pushed away? Why doesn't anyone here know how to be selfish? ]
no subject
I was, Boa!!
[Its stated a little too forcefully, though not quite snapped.]
For the first three damn weeks of camp, I wasn't trying to help anyone, I wasn't even taking this place seriously at all. I was skating by, not saying anything, not thinking about anything but my own life.
[His voice wavers audibly, a new wave of bitter tears welling up yet again.]
And then my friend died and we killed the two people she was trying to save! You know how that feels when you're stuck wondering what could've been different if you'd only been trying from the start?! I just can't do that anymore.
no subject
And he hasn't experienced anything like Lance had - the people he loves are alive, he himself is the only person he truly failed.
Boa stares at Lance wide-eyed. He hasn't considered enough how different they really are, how different everything about them is. There is a lot he has to learn about relating to others.
But he can imagine. Imagine the taste of failure if the body he stumbles over on a Friday was a child from Derry, terror the last thing on their face. He can imagine how much it would hurt. And he understands Lance a little better for it. ]
That's--- Lance, I mean now!!
[ And then he doesn't know how to continue without it being supremely embarrassing, so there is a short break. But now that he's started, he can hardly abandon this, can he? ]
I'm not going to die if you don't pretend to be okay now. Nothing bad is going to happen. Idiot.
no subject
And eventually, you got used to lying to yourself a little too. That being a liberator is what he wanted, not what was needed of him.
But Boa is right. There aren't stakes like that here, not any more. It's just... the embarrassment of needing to cry on a kid that he's only recently started to get along with and the enormity of responsibility and guilt that maybe he can't tackle alone.
He gives the side of Boa's head a light shove.]
Don't call me an idiot, idiot.
[But there's no force behind those words. If anything they're just a distraction from the fact that he's crying all over again.]
no subject
[ The protest is voiced automatically, but that is just... kind of what they do. A little routine they established in very little time. Here in the camp of the dead, Lance is the closest thing to a friend Boa has. No...more than that, he is his only friend. And now friends are worth something, like they never were before. Boa is still trying to keep up with what that means... but when he sees that Lance is crying, he at least knows what to do.
This time he doesn't hesitate before wrapping his arms around the much taller boy. It's an awkward hold of someone who isn't experienced in hugging. But Boa knows now that when someone cries, this calms people down. It calms him down, too.
He won't ruin this with words now. They have so much time, what's a few moments of silence to them? ]
no subject
But eventually, he does have to comment.]
Well now I really have seen everything.
no subject
[ Despite the grumpy question, Boa knows fully well what the answer is going to be. Asking is just doing what feels natural, expected somehow.
He doesn't let go of Lance just yet though. ]
no subject
You've just... really come a long way is all. I thought that about Richie, too. When we first spoke, he was just this terrified kid who was getting pushed around by these dumb kids at school. I told him a while ago that he needed to be more confident - to believe in himself some more, but he kinda brushed that off. But he's grown a lot since then.
I guess I haven't really thought much about how much scarier camp must've been for you younger kids.... and on the one hand, I guess it's sad that this place forced you guys to grow up faster, but...
[Moving one arm to ruffle Boa's hair again.]
It's pretty cool to see, too.
no subject
... but then what Lance says also makes him think. For a moment he's silent, then he pulls back properly to answer. ]
Weird... it feels more like the opposite. I've played so many games here that I never tried before. I think I was more grown-up before coming.
[ And yet, it's been fun. Video games, swimming, building sand castles, experiencing fireworks... Boa has never really done any of it before, he's never had fun like that before and now... now it's a cherished memory of a life that's already over. Strange how it goes. ]
no subject
[Following suit, Lance lets go of Boa and gives his face a wipe.]
You've learned a lot about friendship and what it means to be close to people. I think I've grown a bit too.
[And not necessarily in a way he likes, but that's neither here nor there.]
no subject
I never really considered it like that...
[ But anyway... ]
Anyway, back to the point. Take care of yourself. That's what i'm trying to say.
no subject
I am. I'lk feel a lot better after the trial, I think. It's just... hard not knowing why she had to die like that.
[He sighs, going quiet for a moment.]
And I guess... I'll get over feeling like I should have never told her to try and help Sol. I don't know if that's what she was doing at the chapel, but...I kinda feel like it is.
no subject
[ Probably not what Lance wants to hear here, but Boa's too blunt to lie to make someone feel better.
Especially not a lie that would make him look dense. ]But she might have still died another way, elsewhere. It's not like we can rely on anyone to not be a potential killer at this point.