[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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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?