[not again] catchall for ant cabin

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w0, sunday arrival

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[Home sweet home!

Flayn hasn't gone rooting through the cardboard boxes yet. She's eyeing up the bunkbeds, and she definitely looks like she wants to ask something...]

Would anyone mind if I took the top bed?

[vigilantics]

... can I get the other one?

[ she's. already walking to it. ]

[recrypt]

It's probably safer if I take the bottom bunk anyway.

[ so no argument here. ]

FRIDAY, w0 post-everything;

[recrypt]

[ show of hands, who really is surprised.


45 probably makes her way back to the cabin some time in the evening, looking incredibly drained by the way her movements seem to not be coming as easily as usual. once inside, she immediately flops facedown onto her bunk.

uuuuuuggghhhhh. ]

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[Uuuuughhhh indeed.

Flayn has been there for a little while already, resting and looking pretty worn-out, and as 45 enters and flops, she turns over to look at her.]

...I am glad to see you safe.

[vigilantics]

[ fuckin mood

but stephanie just kind of glances at the two other girls. ]

Where were you last night?

[recrypt]

Define 'safe.' I'm already going to have to defend myself from at least one particular accusation tomorrow, and whoever went and did this isn't exactly making things easier on me.

[ said while still facedown. she's so tired. ]

I've also apparently discovered what it feels like to be absolutely starving. Or at least something similar enough to it.

WEEK ZERO, SATURDAY, POST-TRIAL

[menially]

[well THAT sure was fun

how we all doing, fam

Guy's just gonna detach from this mortal plane of existence for a bit on his bed]

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[oh, mood, flayn is also briefly staring into the void to gather her strength before she goes out to harass other people for pcs]

[menially]

[...]

Flayn...

Has anyone cleaned up that wound of yours?

[vigilantics]

[ she is here! for blankets!

... and also to check on them to see what they're doing. ]

Are you all okay?

[menially]

Okay is not the word I think I'd choose for any of this.

[He'll shrug.]

I feel like I should be asking you that, though.

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[okay is such a lie right now



and steph is probably the one who needs to be asked that, not doing the asking]

—are you?

[recrypt]

For some measure of it, I suppose, though who can really be happy that we're all in for another round of this.

But it's you and Flayn who deserve the most concern right now.

FRIDAY, w1 post-everything, i guess???

[recrypt]

[ hey gang, what's up, it's 45 returning to the cabin with flayn in tow. is she actually carrying flayn? who knows! up to you. what we do know is that flayn has turnips.

a lot of them, i guess? fuck if i know but how are you supposed to buck the camp economy if you don't have a lot of turnips? so there's probably a lot of turnips. hello, ant cabin! ]

[vigilantics]

[ she's fucking

squinting ]

... were you with Shinobu?

[menially]

[Well Guy sure is missing for a WHILE

but he comes back with a couple fresh bruises on his face and neck

and walks in to turnips??????????????????????

...]

Uh.

SATURDAY, w1 post-trial;

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[ terrible job everyone

really this is just here so that if we have anything for these four to stare into the void about they'll. have a place for it. unless they straight up aren't coming back to the cabin or something. ]

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[flayn's got nothing. she's just staring into the void when she gets back to the cabin that night.

(the void being the ceiling. she's lying on her back on her bunk, unable to sleep.)]

[menially]

[it's well into the evening but

guess who shoves into the cabin dripping wet and reeking of the lake

euuuuuuughghghghghg]

WEEK TWO, FRIDAY

[menially]

[where was guy during body pileup? WHO KNOWS

where is he when you walk into the cabin?

On the floor! Facedown! Just becoming one with the floorboards.

This is probably fine.]

[recrypt]

[ she



just wants to lie down and nap forever and she doesn't even need to sleep, so wow. what happened to you, guy. ]

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[why is today so much]

...Guy?

w3, repair task!

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[flayn has never repaired a roof in her life



but she's READY TO TRY. she's got supplies! she just has no idea what to do with them. she's standing outside the cabin, staring up at the roof.]

...how to get up there, I wonder...

[recrypt]

Did they not provide a ladder?

[ properly poncho'd up she's also squinting up there. ]

I suppose we could always just lift you up there, though I'd be concerned about whether your weight might be too much for them if they're already under stress...

[ how does one fix ceiling ]