WEEK 4

[monoguests]

 WEEK 4

[Four weeks in, more and more students fall victim to Monobear's deadly game. Betrayus Spheros and Callie Kubodera have both passed on, and the pool of campers begins to thin out.

The camp has been mysteriously cleaned overnight, and the campers have been left with a golden key to take them to the next world. The obligatory ice world:  less friction, more penguins.

On a special note, whenever a camper goes to visit Callie's grave today, they will find that it has been dug up. There is now a large hole where the SHSL Squdiol was once buried, and those who look around it will find no traces of squid nor kid.

Okay, Smashers. Rise and shine, and don't forget your booties cuz it's cooooooolllldddd   out there!]

Students remaining: 11

[ooc: Please don't forget to check in before the end of the week! You're still welcome to backtag and post in any of the previous logs and mingles as much as you like, don't feel that you should stop just because this log is up.

We're still encouraging exploration this week and if we missed anything last week or this week please ping one of our personal plurks so we can jump in. Please feel free to explore areas from previous weeks as well.]

Comments

[green_mario]

[Well it seems like a lot of new things have been coming to light recently, and in a way to try to help boost moral maybe they can at least figure out more about why they're here and how they can get out.

Early that day on the Bulletin Board, the campers will find a new note posted on it.]

Hey, I've been noticing that we've been finding more things about this place, so I think it's a good time to share it in hope that we can find a way out.

Meet me at the Party Room at 6 PM. I'll bring snacks again.

-Luigi

[And at 6 PM, Luigi is sitting in the Party Room with various snacks and some hot chocolate for people to drink. Well time to start trying to solve this mystery again.

OOC: Despite being a top level for the weekly log, feel free to threadjack other people! This a purely open log!]

[fitnessenthusiast]

[It probably took some doing to coax her from the Fitness Center, but Wiitney did arrive at the meeting on time. She looks tired, but in a good mood regardless.

She noticeably gets uncomfortable when it occurs to her she should speak.]

I found something on the trail.

[green_mario]

[Huh, she sure does look uncomfortable.]

Eh? What did you find?

[fitnessenthusiast]

[Her face scrunches up in typical "how do I word" fashion.]

There were. People. On display.

[sunflowerfields]

[Maybe she needs a little help?]

Someone dug up Callie's grave, but you found her and the others, right?

[fitnessenthusiast]

[Slow nod. Thank you Hinawa, you're a good friend.]

[green_mario]

P-people? Were they alive, or...?

[fitnessenthusiast]

I do not know.

But they looked like they were in pain.

[green_mario]

In pain?

I-if they are "in pain" maybe they could-a still be alive?

[Trying so hard to be hopeful.]

[fitnessenthusiast]

[Super uncomfortable.]

They weren't moving. Or breathing.

[superstylishschism]

[Alastor looks...well, better than he did at the start of the week. Still, gone is the casual and cheerful devil, replaced by grave determination. He won't tell anyone that it's to mask fear, worry that someone actually does have a secret so major they'd rather kill than have it get out.]

I didn't find as much as the first week, but I did talk to one of those moles snooping around. I tried asking him about what was outside and he said it was classified, but I did find out one thing that might be important: he came in under the walls, because he can't get through the barrier. That means it stops at ground level, if not right at the wall.

I've also...been thinking. This motive makes it pretty clear that the bear is banking on us not trusting each other. I think we need to prove him wrong. Not only that, but if anyone here is afraid of his threat, we can defang it if everyone here feels comfortable that they won't be judged no matter what he spills about us. I was hoping a few people might be willing to share some stories, try to make other people feel less like they have something to hide.

[green_mario]

So... we Might be able to dig our way out then?

And you're right, I'm-a pretty sure Monobear wants us to hate each other, or at least not trust each other.

[superstylishschism]

If we're lucky. Though, we'd need to figure out something to use as a shovel. Somehow, I don't think spoons will be fast enough.

[He nods.]

This motive is based entirely on the idea that at least one of us would rather kill than share our histories. So, what better way to fight it than with some trust building exercises?

[theothersissel]

So, you think everyone sharing their deepest darkest secrets will suddenly make everyone trust each other?

[He lets out a scoff.] How will we know if someone's lying about themselves? That could be a possibility.

[superstylishschism]

If they lie, then they lie. It's their own fault if they end up giving false impressions.

[Shrug.]

The point isn't really about getting our own secrets out there, it's about a sort of solidarity. Learning a bit of what other people have done or been through so they maybe feel a bit less ashamed of their own pasts.

[theothersissel]

Okay, sure. [Yomiel shrugs, leaning back in his chair.] How shall we get things started?

[superstylishschism]

Well, I guess if nobody else wants to share first, I'll start...

I've been pretty open about the fact that I'm a demon. And not in the sense that people like to apply that term to anything supernatural, I'm an actual devil from the underworld. I've got a lot of blood on my hands already, just from what life is like down there. That's why I'm so calm when a body turns up.

What I haven't mentioned is that I'm actually an exile from Hell. I refused to fight in the war between the underworld and humanity, so the emperor-not Betrayus, a piece of filth called Mundus-destroyed my body and sealed my soul in a sword for two-thousand years. That's why my video just showed a sword attacking a guy, that was me when I met my current master.

I also used to be a super villain, working for an evil organization trying to conquer the world and yadda yadda yadda. It took me a ridiculous amount of time to accept that what I really wanted was to be a hero, since I was so convinced devils were supposed to be the bad guys. In fact, I nearly killed someone I really cared about before I finally got over myself and accepted I'm not as cold as I thought I was supposed to be.

I also...um... [He actually blushes a bit here.] Once got dragged into a plot where I was supposed to pretend I was forcing Joe's girlfriend to marry me with the idea that he'd come crash the wedding with most of our best fighters there waiting for him.

[theothersissel]

Whoah, you, a super villain? [Huh. Interesting.] I guess I could see that...So you just became a hero after all of that? Decided to redeem yourself, I guess?

[sunflowerfields]

[Hinawa arrived with some tomato soup and crackers to share, bundled up in her own ugly sweater and toting the notebook.]

I have this notebook I found in the library last week. It's kind of a diary, I think. Whoever was keeping it was writing about the meals they ate every day, which are all the exact same things that showed up in the mess hall the first two weeks we were here. They stop after that. Does anybody recognize the handwriting?

I had another question, too... have any of you heard from a Don Resetti? He's the one who gave us these sweaters and judging from the note he knows about what's happening to us here.

[fitnessenthusiast]

[Her eyes light up in recognition at the name.]

Oh, I know Mr Resetti. [There is a tiny, almost unnoticeable swell of pride that accompanies her smile.] He said I got it.

[totaldrag]

...that you've got what.

[fitnessenthusiast]

It!

[totaldrag]

That makes no sense.

[fitnessenthusiast]

[Face faltering slightly.]

It is what he said.

[superstylishschism]

Did you ask him for something?