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MISSION 009

⏵ CAMP ETRAYA ⏴
On May 16th, Aurora and the companion bots direct those not heading off to Solmara to make their way to Camp Etraya.

Nestled away from everything else in a large clearing full of wildflowers and redwoods, Camp Etraya is a nostalgic summer camp experience put together just for it's residents! Cabins are assigned, scary stories are told around campfires, gossiping happens among friends on the trails surrounding the cabins - and don't be surprised when something goes awry. After all, this is still Etraya.

While the rest of Etraya is still accessible and will not be blocked off, characters are discouraged from venturing far from camp for too long: Aurora will specify that they are on a mission, and that missions do require participation, but she has intentionally left them the freedom to wander. Not sleeping in their assigned cabins, not participating in events, and staying away from Camp Etraya will end with her having to take more extensive security measures, so please be on your best behavior! The last thing she wants to do is start enforcing boundaries, but she will if she has to.

Camp is set up much like your generic summer camp! Each cabin is named, housing is assigned to characters as they arrive, there are camp counselors, and rotating daily tasks and chores. There are also multiple activities that characters are expected to participate in, and each activity is worth points that goes toward their camp graduation score. This score will be visible on their earpiece, and follows the A-F grading system. We are not be monitoring this, and are leaving character scores up to players. We do, however, ask that you please report your characters' camp grade HERE for rewards and demerits to be handed out after the mission itself.

Cabin assignments can be found here, which also has their roles, and chores assigned to that cabin. Those who are participating in Solmara have received an assigned cabin, too, but their absence toward the beginning will not harm the cabin's ability to compete given how spread out their assignments are.

⏵ WELCOME TO CAMP ⏴

Camp life is meant to instill a sense of belonging, connection with nature, encouragement towards the creative, all on top of a firm foundation of responsibility. Upon arriving, campers will be escorted towards a table of white t-shirts and countless buckets of dye!

Each Etrayan will be invited to make three Tie-Dyed shirts- as well as required to wear one as part of their summer uniform. Camp counselors must wear 80s basketball shorts or cut-off jeans. Campers may wear cargo shorts or a skort. For those with physical limitations to what they can wear, accommodations will be provided.

Here, bonding is the camp runners' priority. They will be pushed into various ice-breaker activities, such as trust falls, two truths and a lie, and Never have I Ever. As the sun goes down, there will be weenies roasting over the bonfire, followed by s’mores and a sing-a-long! With the stars well-visible, it’s off to bed with campers.

Each day after will start much the same: with the ringing of the bell and raising of the flag (Aurora, while unfamiliar with flag designs but an understanding of the concept, has chosen a rainbow flag for the camp. Rainbows make people happy, right?), followed by a meal at the Great Hall, morning assembly, activities with counselors, chores, free time, and then an evening winding down by the great fire. An hour after sun down, campers will be escorted back to their cabins for curfew. Camp Counselors are expected to keep track of their campers, and ensure they're all within their cabins for bedtime. This is part of their grade, too! Curfew lifts an hour before the first bell.

⏵ CAMP ACTIVITIES ⏴

As with most summer camps, Camp Etraya offers a wide variety of activities to participate in. While some of these activities may be mandatory, others are optional. We'll be leaving this up to individual player discretion: perhaps Viktor is mandated to report to arts and crafts, whilst it's optional for Silco to show. Silco, on the other hand, may be mandated to report to the archery contest. Characters are encouraged to participate in a minimum of one camp activity per day.

Below is a non-exhaustive list of camp activities.

Three-Legged Race - You and a partner are tied together at your ankles, and you must race others to the finish line. Those with abilities that would give them an advantage will find that the rope that ties them together hinders those abilities from functioning.
Archery - This can be more traditional, magical, or include moving targets! If you're particularly unlucky, your target may even shoot back.
Softball - What instills a sense of camaraderie better than a bit of team sports? Games will be held on Wednesdays, the field is otherwise available for practice.
Dodge Ball - Standing diametrically opposed to Softball is dodge ball, the bully’s sport. This is a great opportunity to claim dominance or be sent to the Nurse’s Office.
Obstacle Course - You are directed into a large maze with multiple obstacles for them to overcome, such as rock climbing walls, ramps, tires, and nets.
Capture the Flag - Small teams are put together in order to take the flag from a particular bot, whose entire goal is to avoid being caught.
Canoe Race - Canoes are placed into the rivers just off of the camp, and characters must race to the finish line.
Chocobo Riding - Learn how to care for and ride these magnificent birds! Newbies will be taken around the corral, whereas more experienced riders can take the trail around the lake.
Arts and Crafts - Make friendship bracelets, bead lizards, paint rocks, learn origami! Or perhaps you're tasked with putting together an enchanted necklace. Don't know how to do enchantments? Now is as good of a time as any to learn.
Campfire stories - Share scary stories amongst yourselves around the campfire late into the night. If you're particularly unlucky, you may just hear the thing you were just warning others about..

⏵ NIGHT TIME ⏴

Once campers have been put to bed, the counselors can still stay up. Unwind with hidden beers and the strumming of a guitar. Don’t get too comfortable, though, since without supervision, no one is keeping the campers in bed.

After dark, should campers evade their counselors, they can go exploring in the dark. Eerie lights glimmer from the lake. There’s rumors of a headless spectre walking from the archery field to the edge of the forest. Should you behave, you still might hear a scratching at your bunk house window.

And on the very last night of camp, there will be a talent show. Show off your hidden talent and bask in the excitement of wowing your fellow campers!

⏵ NOTES ⏴

Welcome to Camp Etraya! Please enjoy the s'mores and campfire songs. :)

Camp will last approximately two weeks, going from May 16th to May 30th.

For all questions relating to this mission, please refer to the plotting post. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.

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Hitting a target that isn't moving hardly takes any skill. If you're going to get excited over being able to use a bow and arrow, at least be able to use it.

( show off a little harder than that, todd. )

Yes.

[Jayce agrees, his voice cracking. He used the Hexcore. And based on what he knows of the future, it worked. Viktor lives, at least in some manner. How else would Jinx know to call him "Fortune Cookie?" She'd have no words or nicknames for a dead man.

He didn't know it killed Sky, in that version of himself. He bites his lip to stop himself from saying it doesn't change anything. Even if he knew... he would have still used it. He could speculate that it killed Sky because she wasn't attuned to it, like Viktor was. It's a tragedy it happened at all, but the worst that could have happened to Viktor in the state he was in, was that Jayce wouldn't have a body to mourn. Instead he waits by Viktor's comatose side, monitoring his vitals every few minutes, staying away all hours of the day at the slightest hope there will be something more than a steady but torpid pulse.

He's ready to agree to it all, but then Viktor asks him... that. Jayce frowns deep, trying to make sense of all these awful emotions he has. He doesn't know how to say it without it sounding dire, and he grasps for less concerning phrases and finds none, his vocabulary dried up.]

I can't think of a world where... where I exist, and you don't.

[let's not ruin the mood with talks of removal of body parts. this was supposed to be a nice, simple date. ] And who wants a big place? No excuse to share a room and bed at that point. [and if then there would be the discussion of if they wanted to keep living together...this was not going to be a fun topic anymore. time for the next one.

besides, Maria understood her place. she didn't assume Vander thought much of her outside the apartment they shared or they sent each other a message here or there. certainly he didn't have Maria on his mind when he had something far more important to be doing. even if Vander had said he liked things as they were now, it didn't mean it was always going to be like that. Maria still kept in mind that whatever little illusion they had going wouldn't be forever. all things had to end.

and she didn't want to think about that.

she laughs with him.] Yeah, pink nails. Could give you red or black but you'd look pretty with pink. Even if the only way it'll be seen is when you have your shoes and socks off. I hope anybody that sees will love it and agree you'll look nice in pink. Though that reminds me. [she goes into her pocket and pulls out a brown and blue friendship bracelet.] We had to make these to commemorate friendship. [before he can agree to it, she is tying it around his wrist. he doesn't have a say.]

I don't know. They seem popular topside, but then again, they have a lot of stuff to have to put somewhere. [Vander had been in Cait's mansion, and it was overwhelming the sheer amount of expense, pomp and fortune was stuffed in a single place. It had been extremely uncomfortable to live there for a week or two, which was why he preferred his modest apartment.] You ever been in a big mansion before?

[The first person that Vander had wanted to catch a visual on was Maria when he came back. The second was Jinx. He figured the latter would be angry with him, so he had made certain to approach her first to assure her that he was fine. Maria seemed to be taking to summer camp with her shorts and brightly coloured shirts. He had admired from afar until he had decided it was last night and they could break the rules to have some time together.

He made a point of gawking down at his own feet which were currently in said socks and boots. No sight of his toenails whatsoever.] Yeah, I agree. My daughter used to alternate between pink or blue when she painted them back in the day. [There had been others, but those two were her favourites. He was always willing for such things to bond with his kids.] I do look good in pink. Well, it has to be the right shade anyway.

[He turned his head when Maria produced a woven bracelet, and he blinked when she was wrapping it around his thick wrist. He lifted it to accommodate while also examining it.] What make you choose these colours?

No, I act unbearable because I can't help it. [And plenty of people still 'bother' him. Which is good because Wade is needy and likes people despite being annoying.] I more meant...

[Blink.] Rude, leaving mid-conv - [And he's back.] Oh, there's you are. Holy shit! [He looks down at the bucket full of balloons.] Why were you acting like four hundred was some crazy number when you're a speedster?! I'm only going to get like two done before you can get to the other 498!

Here? No. [but she does consider if she wants to tell him the truth about back home. even she didn't like to think about it. but decides on yes, she'll tell him.] In Silent Hill, there's this mansion. When I woke up the very first time, that was one of the first places I went. Can't say I was a fan. [not so much about the idea of a mansion but because of what had happened there. the confirmation of just what she was and how alone she was. she'd never enter that mansion again if she could help it. even when James would go inside of it, Maria would not.

if there was one thing Maria had learned about herself, it was that she could adapt. she hadn't liked this camp thing necessarily but it had been easy. no big headache, no danger. by now, she knew it could be far worse. ]

I have different pinks. I'll let you pick your favorite.

[she looks at the bracelet on his wrist with a fond smile.] You wear a lot of browns and blues. Figured it wouldn't clash and it'd blend into your whole thing. You can always cut it off when you're tired of it anyway. But it seemed like a nice thing to make you.

[He was endlessly curious about this Silent Hill place where Maria was... er lived? Was made? Existed? He didn't know what to make of that part, only that the place where Maria was actually from.] Was it packed full of riches and extravagant things, or just basically a house of horrors? [He expected that her lack of explanation that it was more the latter.

He huffed a sound of amusement and smiled at her. Of course she had a wide variety of pinks for him to pick out his favourite. Maybe he'd make her decide, since he would be debilitated on the couch.]

What's your favourite pink? And how many shades are we talking here?

[He turned his wrist over to admire the bracelet. He knew that he would cherish it because it came from a friend.] It will go well with the stone you gifted me. [It seemed that she was missing opportunity to have a gift from him, and that was something he would rectify once they were back at the apartment.]

I like it. I don't plan on cutting it off ever. [He tended to wear gifts like these until they were literally falling off of him.] I appreciate you thinking of me for one. Is there opportunity still to make you one? [He leaned in so he could kiss her forehead affectionately.]

It was a rich person's place for sure. [and since Vander seems to be curious, she gives him the answer.] It was haunted. I didn't know it at the time and it probably wouldn't have stopped me. Even that spirit yelling at me to leave him alone didn't stop me. Not that I knew he was dead. Kind of a sad story honestly. His only child died really young when she fell from the attic and he died before he could come to terms with it. [she gives Vander a look like she's expecting him to think she's crazy.] This did happen. I'm not making it up. [as if ghosts could be fake after what he saw her turn into.]

I like brighter pinks. Not a soft pink kind of girl. [that had been Mary's thing after all.

Maria simply liked doing things for the people she cared about. gifts were easy to do here. not that she didn't like gifts but she wasn't expecting anything. simply being thought of at all mattered.] Aw, you still have the stone? I'm glad. And maybe it does have something going for it. Here you are, all in one piece. Maybe that mumbo jumbo about it keeping people safe is real. [not that she was sure about that. like yeah maybe ghosts were real but magical rocks? nah.]

You making me one? With your big fingers? Well, we'll see. I have lots of string left. I can show you how it's done and you can surprise me. [her hands go to the back of his head so she can move his head down to kiss him softly on the lips.] I'd like the thought at all.

[Vander inclined his head at the explanation of haunted. There were plenty of spiritual entities in Runeterra and even in his own city. Etraya was also good about letting him understand a bit more about the spiritual as well. He believed Maria, yet her story reminded him a little of conversation with that guy who was haunted. What was his name? Henry. He wondered if they had swapped stories.

Then he considered the story itself. A child dies and a father has to cope with that loss. A common tale, he supposed, yet he was reminded of his own (currently) hidden grief.] I wonder if he blamed himself for her death. I expect he played over the what-ifs and if-onlys more often than he could count before he died. [He looked at Maria, suddenly somber.] Did you talk to him?

[He nodded his head. Honestly bright and flashy pinks definitely seemed to be the style that he would associate with Maria. She could pick which colour to put on him.

He shifted where they sat so he could reach into his trouser pocket and extract the stone that she had provided him as a gift. His thumb stroked over the smooth surface, taking comfort in it.] Maybe it brought me back in one piece, yeah. A good luck charm if there ever was one. From one of my favourite ladies to boot, so what more could I ask for? [Stone gifts were a big deal in Zaun. It was part of their fashion, part of their culture, part of something special.]

Hey, I'll have you know I had to braid little girl's hair! These fingers have skill. It just... takes me longer. [He had to be patient and usually required extra material so he had enough to wrap around his fingers.] The master of crafts will show me and then you'll even receive a prize for your efforts.

His name was Ernest and his daughter's name was Amy. He couldn't leave the room and I brought him a gift from his daughter and then something else. [it had been cult nonsense, materials to bring the dead back to life. but no need to bring that up. not like Ernest could have used it. he'd been dead himself.] He really wanted nothing to do with me but by the end, I think. I opened the door and there was nobody. I've never gone back. I know he isn't there anymore. He was trapped and now he isn't. [but now she couldn't stand the idea of ever going near that place again.

Maria smiles at the stone and his compliment.] I'll have to keep an eye out for any other rock with special qualities. [Vander had told her people where he was from gave each other rocks but she hadn't thought too deeply about it. just thought it would be a gift he'd appreciate more than anything else.]

Well I can't wait to see what you're able to make. Since you're really hyping it up here.

[He nodded his head, and it certainly seemed similar to the stories that Henry had told him about his own hauntings of multiple people. Likely no coincidence.] So you helped him out and let him be free of some of his grief, huh? I think you should start a therapy business for parents of dead kids at this rate. [It was meant as a tease, of course, but his tone was flat and struggled to find the correct joking intonation.

His thumb continually ran over the rock as if he were soothing himself with it. That wasn't too far from the truth.] I used to take it out every night I was on the desert and stroke it. It reminded me of you, and it was suddenly less lonely out there. [He smiled at her, his serious moment persisting until he cleared his throat and forced himself to make a show of tucking the rock away again. His little keepsake.]

I promise you'll be impressed! You might even wear my creation too!

"The racing one back in November," Jason grins. "It fell exactly into something I like. It helps my team won too."

[Chu Wenshan is a very serious student! He follows the Custodian's instructions step by step, with full focus!

And yet, somehow, the end result is...at best, still rather more inaccurate than just that original error.

It's at least still sort of frog-shaped though, so Chu Wenshan will take this as a win, somehow exuding a vague sense of satisfaction despite not actually changing his expression. (Whether his happiness is actually noticeable really depends on the viewer though).]

Thank you. I feel as if I've learned a new skill today.

[it is hard not to notice that and she glances before being able to bring in the teasing tone he's used to.] He really didn't want me around, though. Practically screamed at me to leave him alone and slammed the door in my face. But hey, you know me. I guess fair warning to you, though. Screaming and slammed doors won't do much good when it comes to me. You'd probably break the door if you slammed it too hard anyway. [she could joke for the both of them and besides, talking about Ernest had brought back those feelings that had plagued her for ages. she didn't want to think anymore than Vander did at the moment.

it does surprise her when he makes that comment. Maria hadn't considered him thinking of her at all. that her friendship could mean something like that to him. even if he told her how much she did mean to him, Maria thought of it as simple compliments. just teasing and things they could say to one another to feel less lonely. that this rock could make him feel better, by thinking of her...

it wasn't that she didn't think he was lying about their friendship. but it had never made her realize just how important it was to him until then. she struggles for an answer until the moment has passed and it would probably be too awkward to bring it back to that. something inside her tells her she should but then something else tells her to stay quiet and just cherish it. have it as something to look back on and think fondly of.]

I would wear it. I pressed that flower you gave me so I'd always have it.

Jayce. [ His voice is shallow, sharp, almost too much so as he winces at how his own voice sounds in his ears. But the sharp pain that blooms in his chest and makes his lungs seize as he hears those words is just painful enough to make him blink his eyes to fight away that burning sensation of unshed tears. It's unfair how easily those words wound, knowing what he knows now about them, only makes it cut deeper to hear those words spill so easily from Jayce's mouth. ]

I. Do you not think it's the same for me? [ He knows that he had saved Jayce all those years ago. Saved him from taking that final step off that ledge, and he knows that Jayce had saved him too in the same night, but in a different way entirely. ] You gave me a sense of purpose, a dream, and a means to help people that night. You saved me from a life of mundanity that I would have otherwise died in with little to no legacy. If not for you...

[ his life would have been so woefully boring. He swallows thickly, looks away again. ] So to say such things so easily. Then I am the same. [ A shaky breath that ends with a small cough. ]

Because I...[ Because I love you, have loved you for 7 years, and don't want to lose you. That he's afraid he will die here, and Jayce will do something stupid or drastic or both, and it will be this constant, never-ending cycle of them hurting each other because this body of his is useless and deteriorating.

But he doesn't say outright, but in so many words, it can be inferred when he finally manages to speak again. ]

My feelings for you have always been the same. They are...far deeper than you know, and I know that yours are the same... [ a pause as his voice comes out softer. ] because you told me back in Aphaia.

Yeah well, grief makes people act out sometimes, right? You still helped him however you did. [He smirked at the idea of breaking a door. Yeah, he was definitely guilty of that over the years, and the doors in the apartments were not made to stand up to someone intent on breaking them.] I think Aurora would be upset with me if I continually broke doors when I was upset. There's a reason I have a punching back in the middle of the dining area.

[She had become a staple in his daily life, a warm presence to chat and tease with, and it kept his worst habits to a minimum these last few months. The value that he took from her friendship and support could not be understated.

He lifted his hand closer to his face so that he could examine the bracelet better in the dim light. There was a pattern there, which he likely would need to see in actual light, but it was well-made and well-intentioned. He would wear it with pride, damn the opinions of certain people who may ask questions about it.]

Did you? That flower has seen a lot, as we both know.

One?

[ Hank purses his lips. Grabs his own beer. ]

How about I drink as many as I damn well please? Could just let me get drunk. Pass right out — after you’ve, y’know. Carried me to bed, all sweet-like.

Then you’d have one less problem to deal with, yeah?

Yeah, I don't really-- I know wizards read books, and I'm a wizard, but I'm not allowed to read books, but I don't know what the other classes like that do. I just stick to my own lanes, which is artificing and barbarian.

There's also... different qualifications? Different ways people approach a class, so-- I don't keep track. [ A beat. ] I couldn't use magic until I got into repairing things.

[ He's just the greatest wizard of all time that doesn't read books, and that's how life works! ]

[ Gorgug struggles in this spot that he's in, where he can't hide from what she's saying, and also the larger, real reason he's feeling bad. Why he's sad, why he cares about not doing much. He nods his head to what she's saying, since it's not a bad thing to help friends. It's not a bad thing to make a friend feel okay being who she is.

He rubs at his nose, using the little space there is between them to look down. ]

I just want to know my parents are gonna be okay, [ he admits softly. ] I don't know what to believe about what's going on, but I want them to be okay.

[ He blinks rapidly, and against a lump in his throat: ] I miss them.

[ Carefully, not wanting to knock Maria, he lifts an arm to rub at his eyes with a hand, and sniffs again. ]

And how is that working out for you? The arranging. [ Just a quirked brow as he gives Silco this inquiring look. ]

Not everything needs to be a battle of attrition. [ But he would make more progress talking to a brick wall than to Silco about such things. He huffs. ]

I have come to find that there is a plethora of varying anthropodea within this place. Some are quite fascinating.

You don't make yourself hard to read. [Cable is not visibly or audibly bothered by being called ugly or old, one is subjective and one is objective. Neither is relevant.]

The harder I try to get you to come in, the harder you fight it. So we can have a boring argument for half an hour or I can stand here and watch you work, which I know you don't want.

[He shrugs.]

Or you pick your shit up and go inside so Laura isn't bored.

[ As they walk further along, she ponders in silence how to answer. The lifetime she lived, the one ingrained into her memory—is an era that didn't have advanced technology, so it's difficult to put in her own words. She remembers the truth: that the people of the Cage are neither alive or dead, but live in the form of "data." If she were still in that form, she would only be able to exist within a virtual landscape or anywhere that fell in between virtual and reality. She wouldn't physically exist.

...She's whole now though, because of a favor that she asked for. And probably because she's here in Etraya. But when she returns to Earth, she will still be in a physical form as well. And possibly the only human alive... until the others can figure out a way to come back as well. ]

...It's kind of hard to explain. I'm not sure if I understand it all too well. [ She didn't exactly watch the Earth from space. For the longest time, she didn't realize her world, her story was a record kept as data within a server—a sad memory of a young human girl from many years ago when Earth still had life. ] On the moon, there's this place called the Cage. That's where I'm from. It's a place where all of humanity's memories from Earth are kept. As "data"... that's what I was told.

[ Generally, Silco is a logical man. All cold calculation, with a spider's web of orchestrations and lies that lead right to where he wants people to end up. Even when they were boys, they were like this, Vander with the explosive energy, and Silco with the perfect set up, the calculation, the point at which they would trip, or fall, or even just find the wrong floorboard, and there was Silco with the knife, or gag, or whatever they needed. That has always been how it has been.

However. When it comes to Vander, all sense flies out the window. Oh, the years of orchestrating revenge and calculation of it would suggest that he was over that, that he could quite perfectly arrange the right order to topple the man. Ah, but that was only the partial truth. The moment he'd seen the opening, he'd gone for it. The moment the man was in his clutches, what had he done? Tried to convince him. If he could have, would it have changed things? Oh, he could still hate him, and work with him.

They'd worked well together, after all. If he could draw the beast out.

Now, he had a new reason to hate him. A new reason to loathe the man. The threat he posed, but there was also that lingering, old hate. The one that was like toxic acid, that flooded his veins and made him feel like there was an itching, violent sensation under his skin that he couldn't excise and couldn't seem to shed. Like an itch he couldn't scratch, and the only thing he could do is lash out. ]

Oh, so you knew I would, did you?

[ Yell about it. Of course he would. What did he expect? Sending something like that? He didn't deserve the time it took to read it, and yet he had it, didn't he? He had no choice, but to respond. ]

Then why would you send it, hm? Worried you were going to go off and die and had to leave with the last word. Is that it?

[ Oh.

He was mad. ]

I only want you to remember one very important thing.

[ He wants to talk about a lot of it. He doesn't.

He doesn't dare talk about it. Rip open that quagmire and let it spill over, all the muck and grime and hate and hurt, and let it spill over everything. ]

The only person who gets to kill you again is me. That is my due. For every moment since.

[ Since the Pilt. Since the pain. Since the burning, the loss of vision, the way his eye burned every moment of every day, the layers of it drying out, aching, stinging, searing as they slowly dried out and burned away, leaving him with nothing. With a blind eye and nothing left. With just the pain, and the hurt, as the skin rotted around his eye, fetid and stringy like it was now. With that, and the betrayal, and the isolation. ]

And if you think of sending me some nonsense again while you cart off and risk my due before I am good and ready to take it again, then you should reconsider the delusion.

Otherwise I'll be forced to find some way to enact my revenge in some other way. It will be worse, for every foolish attempt, it will be worse, and if you have the stupid idea of actually dying, I hope for your sake you've found a way to guarantee that you will not return. They've brought the both of us back to life before.

Do not doubt that I will find a way to make them do it again to make sure you pay for taking that from me.

[ Don't die before i kill you or I'll kill you worse the next time, in short. ]

Remember that, Vander. The next time you try to send me such drivel.

I trust her. I wanna trust her... I don't really know what else I can do. [ Especially with the little information they have. If she doesn't go along with the missions, if she suddenly stops trying to complete their objectives—she fears that she might accidentally doom the multiverse. ]

I'm worried about my friends back home. I really wish there was some way to see if what we're doing is really helping.

[ Now Fio's really just keeping her arms tucked behind her back to show she has no interest in retrieving the rock. She shakes her head. ]

Rockie is my gift to you. Keep it as a good luck charm.

Ugh. I knew you were gonna say something similar, but still didn't wanna hear organ meat in a sentence.

[Still, it's not like they can help what they are. Or what they eat.]

Maybe Aurora could... I don't know. Develop synthetically made organs? Lab-grown, no biting off heads involved?

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sighs... cw eye trauma mention...........

shadow stop hitting yourself with yourself!!! also happy late fathers day shadow-

cw: talkin about eating organs it's fine