[Well, this is all sure happening. They should probably regroup now that they've arrived, talked to their hosts, and had a chance to explore. They're somewhere secluded enough that it's unlikely anyone else will walk in, and once they're all gathered:]
So. Sharing circle time or whatever, what did we learn over the last few days?
We've got at least five different kinds of groups here, and I'm pretty sure either that mansion or that island have the most representatives. Also, can you believe some games actually got their powers, or even new ones? [Rude.]
Right. There was just a curse making people act or whatever, and they had to break it? Also, it only lasted two weeks, which I am also going to start a petition about.
If I have to listen to one more person tell me how many people made it through the entire way safely, I might scream. I mean, not that I want everyone to have had our shitty luck, but...
But it's still unfair. I don't know how to tell people that we had to lose everyone to win without making it sound terrible. I mean it was terrible, but like...I told this guy and he looked like he was ready to punch out a window.
I've told a few people when we were discussing where we've been. Brown said the castle where she was located required a certain number of people remaining in particular groups to activate the returning home condition.
["i'm the kid who tells the other kids on the playground ring-around-the-rosy is about the black plague"]
There isn't any point in whining and crying over our previous situation in comparison to other's. From here on out, we'll vet people as we go. Focus. What else have you learned? About this place, specifically.
Who has talked to our "hosts"? What did they tell you?
Nobody said we're not gonna vet people or focus, dude. [But there's a frown.] I haven't talked to any of them yet, but I'm talking to other people instead and listening for once. I'm not sure I believe their story that everything's going to be totally fine and not dangerous for once.
I'm about 95% sure they're lying in a major way. This is all way too convenient. Like, some portals fucked up and we all landed here on a bus that was already taking us to this camp that happens to have a jail cell, in brand new clothes that said not again on them? Bullshit.
The set-up's too perfect. But what do we do? They're going to keep lying if we confront them about it, so we should probably come up with a better plan.
Kind of hoping it's the former, and not the latter.
Let's all talk to them and compare notes. If they're lying, there's gotta be something. A hole in their story. Something that doesn't match up between the three of 'em. No one's cover story is that perfect.
With four of us, there's bound to be some overlap if we take on our individual leaders. Why don't we take two each? The more we talk to them, the more chances they have to screw up.
I don't trust this place not to break out into chaos, but I can believe the set-up... for now. They claimed to have known about our arrival, but "late," and if they have control over the space as Hal had... they could have put the space together to accommodate us.
It doesn't lessen my suspicions, however, not with everything else in play.
For now, the most we can do is learn more about the hosts and this place, and play their games to see what it earns us. We won't know if murder is involved until the end of the week... We'll have to bank on the optimism of death not being permanent, and us being able to return home.
It doesn't matter if no one pays Damian much mind (he's use to it), but he absolutely gives Natalie an earful on the way back to the cabin. It was foolish! All four of you were morons! Why would you be the one to just get rid of alegGoodman!
He is like a fussy Mockingbird when it spots a cat.]
You couldn't wait to be a worry and inconvenience?!
[He cannot BELIEVE. But he realizes he is being mini Bruce obnoxious, at least? Or he realizes he needs to leave to cool off, so he turns around to grab the door. It locks right as he's trying to open it. No. NoooOOOOOOO. He gives it a swift bang with his fist in defeated frustration.]
[Percy's just...sitting on the floor nearby wherever Natalie is, completely unimpressed as his soul leaves his body and he stares at the ceiling.]
Punch it harder, maybe it'll open. [Hm. But he does turn his head toward Natalie and frowns lightly in that Disappointed Dad kind of way.] Dude, what were you thinking? You could've told us.
[She hasn't really been fully conscious since she passed out on the way back from the cabin, and she's still fairly disoriented. She's laid down on her bed in the cabin, and while she is still obviously not doing too great, she glances at Percy and Jason with renewed - concern, maybe, or she seems to realize something all of a sudden as Percy asks her that.
She is entirely ignoring Damian for reasons, though. Sorry Damian!!]
You're - you two are... okay? [aaaaa] I thought... I mean, I saw you...
[She honestly looks a little bit like she wants to cry, and not really from pain. It's fine.]
He gives Damian a look, just. Pinching the bridge of his nose.]
Dude, lay off. It's not like she went and lost a leg because she wanted to shake things up. [Why is Damian Wayne like this... Of all the things Bruce could have passed down to his biological son, it had to be This.] We're stuck here until murder happy hours are over, anyway.
[Yay. Anyway, let's just assume he's chilling on the floor by Natalie's bed. He turns his head around to look at her.]
'Course we're fine. We're not the ones who just went through the grinder. What happened?
No, it was probably because she decided to do something stupid.
[He turns his head around to glare, but not at anyone in particular. You two. Of course, you two. Who wants anything to do with a ten year old in this place, he wonders. Not taken serious in Gotham, not taken seriously in games of death. Even if this is not exactly something to be competitive over in the least.
Regardless, he is waiting for Natalie to give them an explanation, or clarification, seeing as how he can't storm off and hole up like he intended.]
[Give him a second to try and figure out how to play peacekeeper for a bunch of feral children while being a feral child himself.]
Damian, come on. Sit down and give her a chance to explain. [There's a moment where he pauses to think.] Have either of you heard about some of the other things people found in the locked buildings? Sanji broke into a director's cabin last week and told us a bunch of stuff. But...he also mentioned seeing people that he knew? And then fighting other people. So I'm gonna guess it was something like that, right?
[He gives her a curious but worried sort of look.] We're all fine though. Whatever happened wasn't totally real.
[She still sounds pretty out of it as she explains, looking towards the ground rather than at any of them. She does wince slightly when Damian says that, though, because... Well, she doesn't really think that he's wrong.]
There were... there was this pool, and there were people we all recognized crawling out of it, but - they were all already dead. We had to get rid of them, they were trying to drown us. And then, there was this kind of... red mist that we all breathed in accidentally, and we started seeing things. Things that weren't really there. [She blinks, swallowing.] I saw both of you, you weren't... [You know, alive.] Someone hurt you, and I couldn't stop them.
[So it wasn't really a slight at Damian that she said you two. It's just a little different when he wasn't one of the corpses she saw lying on the ground, when he wasn't the person she was begging to stay with her as he bled out. She reaches for Jason's hand, almost unconsciously.]
[He shoots Damian a look, like, uh. Buddy. Pal. Amigo. Don't make him bring out the receipts of their collective fuck ups back in the town. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something else — but then Natalie is talking. He snaps his mouth shut, grasping her hand when she reaches out for him and squeezing.]
None of that happened. We're okay. It was just this stupid camp trying to screw with your head again.
[Despite not being angry, he's still sour regardless. His eyes turn elsewhere while he listens, refusing to look at either Percy or Jason. He doesn't move away from the door. His eyes are distant, like he's parsing Natalie's information.]
Dazai. He said they fought people they knew. [He still doesn't look over, but thoughtfully ahead.] Kocho and the others found CCTV equipment in the cabin they went into. Letters C, M, P, N, T, G, N. Missing vowels? "Camp Not Again"?
Heart said, possibly, it was a collection of residuals manifesting in a different way, based on an idea. And they found a blurred drawing with "bad" and "good" labels; it made you sick to look at it too long.
...Also, I used an item to receive a hint. I'm the one who put the banner at the announcement board. That was the answer I was given. Three divided by three equals one.
[As Jason says they're all okay, she takes a deep breath to try to calm herself down before shifting with a wince so she can give him a quick kiss. Sorry, Damian.
When the younger boy says that, though, she glances towards him.]
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w0, sunday.
So. Sharing circle time or whatever, what did we learn over the last few days?
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[The salt. It's real.]
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I'm thinking of starting a petition.
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[But, hm.]
Who was it?
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["i'm the kid who tells the other kids on the playground ring-around-the-rosy is about the black plague"]
There isn't any point in whining and crying over our previous situation in comparison to other's. From here on out, we'll vet people as we go. Focus. What else have you learned? About this place, specifically.
Who has talked to our "hosts"? What did they tell you?
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[...]
Or wait until someone inevitably gets killed. One or the other.
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Let's all talk to them and compare notes. If they're lying, there's gotta be something. A hole in their story. Something that doesn't match up between the three of 'em. No one's cover story is that perfect.
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[overachiever!!]
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As long as each of us gets at least one different host, we should be fine.
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It doesn't lessen my suspicions, however, not with everything else in play.
For now, the most we can do is learn more about the hosts and this place, and play their games to see what it earns us. We won't know if murder is involved until the end of the week... We'll have to bank on the optimism of death not being permanent, and us being able to return home.
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[:\]
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Seconded.
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Aren't you a little too young to know about the birds and the bees?
[Jason, he's 10. Not 3.]
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Aren't the rest of you too old to get squeamish when someone mentions it?
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week three, thursday night.
AFTER ALL THAT
I GUESS THEY ARE WATCHING DAMIAN TRY TO STORM OUT OF DEER CABIN????
JUST IN TIME FOR THE DOOR TO LOCK.
Or maybe Damian just tried to walk out in spirit. Astral project his 90-year-old man's soul somewhere far, far away.
It's fine.
Softly, with feeling:]
... Goddamnit.
[Natalie, your LEG.]
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It doesn't matter if no one pays Damian much mind (he's use to it), but he absolutely gives Natalie an earful on the way back to the cabin. It was foolish! All four of you were morons! Why would you be the one to just get rid of a leg Goodman!
He is like a fussy Mockingbird when it spots a cat.]
You couldn't wait to be a worry and inconvenience?!
[He cannot BELIEVE. But he realizes he is being mini Bruce obnoxious, at least? Or he realizes he needs to leave to cool off, so he turns around to grab the door. It locks right as he's trying to open it. No. NoooOOOOOOO. He gives it a swift bang with his fist in defeated frustration.]
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Punch it harder, maybe it'll open. [Hm. But he does turn his head toward Natalie and frowns lightly in that Disappointed Dad kind of way.] Dude, what were you thinking? You could've told us.
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She is entirely ignoring Damian for reasons, though. Sorry Damian!!]
You're - you two are... okay? [aaaaa] I thought... I mean, I saw you...
[She honestly looks a little bit like she wants to cry, and not really from pain. It's fine.]
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He gives Damian a look, just. Pinching the bridge of his nose.]
Dude, lay off. It's not like she went and lost a leg because she wanted to shake things up. [Why is Damian Wayne like this... Of all the things Bruce could have passed down to his biological son, it had to be This.] We're stuck here until murder happy hours are over, anyway.
[Yay. Anyway, let's just assume he's chilling on the floor by Natalie's bed. He turns his head around to look at her.]
'Course we're fine. We're not the ones who just went through the grinder. What happened?
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[He turns his head around to glare, but not at anyone in particular. You two. Of course, you two. Who wants anything to do with a ten year old in this place, he wonders. Not taken serious in Gotham, not taken seriously in games of death. Even if this is not exactly something to be competitive over in the least.
Regardless, he is waiting for Natalie to give them an explanation, or clarification, seeing as how he can't storm off and hole up like he intended.]
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Damian, come on. Sit down and give her a chance to explain. [There's a moment where he pauses to think.] Have either of you heard about some of the other things people found in the locked buildings? Sanji broke into a director's cabin last week and told us a bunch of stuff. But...he also mentioned seeing people that he knew? And then fighting other people. So I'm gonna guess it was something like that, right?
[He gives her a curious but worried sort of look.] We're all fine though. Whatever happened wasn't totally real.
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There were... there was this pool, and there were people we all recognized crawling out of it, but - they were all already dead. We had to get rid of them, they were trying to drown us. And then, there was this kind of... red mist that we all breathed in accidentally, and we started seeing things. Things that weren't really there. [She blinks, swallowing.] I saw both of you, you weren't... [You know, alive.] Someone hurt you, and I couldn't stop them.
[So it wasn't really a slight at Damian that she said you two. It's just a little different when he wasn't one of the corpses she saw lying on the ground, when he wasn't the person she was begging to stay with her as he bled out. She reaches for Jason's hand, almost unconsciously.]
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None of that happened. We're okay. It was just this stupid camp trying to screw with your head again.
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Dazai. He said they fought people they knew. [He still doesn't look over, but thoughtfully ahead.] Kocho and the others found CCTV equipment in the cabin they went into. Letters C, M, P, N, T, G, N. Missing vowels? "Camp Not Again"?
Heart said, possibly, it was a collection of residuals manifesting in a different way, based on an idea. And they found a blurred drawing with "bad" and "good" labels; it made you sick to look at it too long.
...Also, I used an item to receive a hint. I'm the one who put the banner at the announcement board. That was the answer I was given. Three divided by three equals one.
[Finally, he glances at them.]
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What the hell does any of that even mean?
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When the younger boy says that, though, she glances towards him.]
Wait - a hint about what? Or was it just general?
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Okay, well. Then what was the question, exactly? Because unless you asked it for help with your math homework, how does that answer anything?