Event Log | Days 18-20

[doomcame]

WHO: K, Squalo, Taissa, Chloe & Cat
WHAT: Cabin fever, but inside a jail. The above get stuck after seeking shelter from the storm.
WHEN: Days 18-20
WHERE: VII.C.25 AKA Martin's Jail™
WARNINGS: None yet, please add them to toplevels and I'll update this as necessary.
NOTES: Make your own toplevels within and tag around for shenanigans and bad times.

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[sharktrash]

He raises an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. At least his tone and posture have shifted from tense to conversational now; he's still alert but not quite hostile, apparently pleased with the free entertainment he's been getting.

"You do realize you're not helping your issue with that, right? It's like you're asking me to test you. How the hell did you survive to old age, anyway? I mean, I assume Ms Governor over there did by not having somebody like you around."

Like he wouldn't be acting very similarly in those circumstances, but listen. Nobody likes it when someone holds a mirror up to them. At least he had the sense not to throw around things like I will kill you unless he was absolutely certain he would.

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe snorts. “If it were up to me - well. If it were up to me you wouldn't be here at all, but if you were I’d have cut your throat the first time you tried to touch me without permission.”

She stops moving around, punctuating her sentences by waving her crutch at him.

“Ms. Governor called for help, and she is still grateful for some reason so I'm trying to be polite, but you're really testing my patience.”

[sharktrash]

"You'd have tried," he corrects cheerfully and winks in her general direction, whether or not she's looking his way. "Let's just say I've encountered some throat-cutting in my life, ya ain't gonna surprise me with it."

He seems content to stay right where he is at least, so if Chloe wants to move behind some bushes to attend to private business, he'd probably allow that too. As is, he just seems vaguely amused by the crutch waving, though there's a hint of something in his eyes behind the mirth that suggests he is taking her threats seriously.

"Like I said. Not surprised about Ms. Governor. Knows when to ask for help, knows how to treat the people who come to provide it... I won't be watching your backs forever, so try not to get her killed with your..." he gestures at Chloe's entire body, "yeah?"

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Watching my back? The only thing that's threatened me since we left the camp is you.”

[sharktrash]

"Did I now?" He sounds dismissive. "Technically I just asked where you were going and told ya how lucky you were not to run into somebody with a shorter temper than me. You're the one flinging threats at me... I'm weathering it quite well, I think."

He points the axe at her.

"And there's somethin' following us, dammit! Ya don't think that's a threat at all?!"

[desperate_times_right]

“Technically you threatened to hit me because I wouldn't let you grab me, but who’s counting?”

Chloe is, but whatever.

“Something is following you, I don't care about that. We were by the river for days and the only people we saw aside from you were those cops.”

[sharktrash]

"Sounds like you are. 'Nd that was trying to prevent you from sabotaging our travel speed, so it doesn't count."

Uh-huh, of course it doesn't.

"Yeah, that's the problem, isn't it? You didn't see anybody. How about whoever left the damn bear trap there?"

[desperate_times_right]

“If that person wanted to kill me, I’d be dead already.” Yeah, it's on sight if she ever sees the cabin guy in person but she's pretty sure the trap was a warning shot.

[sharktrash]

"Oh, yeah, that's a relief. They only wanted to maim you, or maybe watch you chew off your own leg, no biggie."

[desperate_times_right]

“Uh, yeah it is, mission accomplished, so they're not coming back to finish the job?” She had been worried about that too at first but it's been a week now and they haven't exactly been stealthy.

“Whatever’s stalking you is its own thing. If it shows up here I’ll thank it.”

[sharktrash]

"Maybe they got spooked off 'cause there's a lot of people here," Squalo suggests, before huffing, "or maybe they promised to let you live if you deliver us to them, how the hell would I know, right?"

He glowers, apparently unconvinced about the stalker being a separate thing.

"And how do you know that?"

[desperate_times_right]

“Or maybe that kid was right about the death game and the guy in charge offered you extra if you get me alone before you kill me, come on, we can say anything.”

Part of her really had believed that at first.

“If it's who I think it is, you guys were too far from his house.”

[sharktrash]

"Maybe. Can we be sure if it's not a death game, though?" He's still not entirely unconvinced. Sure, there haven't been as much hostile environmental hazards being triggered as he would expect from Hunger Games or whatever, but who's to say someone hasn't been keeping score?

The other information is new, though. He squints.

"Okay, what, you've been there for coffee or somethin'?"

[desperate_times_right]

“I feel like usually they tell you. If a game doesn't have a win condition it's kind of hard to play.”

Unless everyone knows except her. She and Taissa had come in late, after all.

“Walked by that cabin everyone’s freaking out about hours before all this happened to me. When Statler and Waldorf went up to our camp to check it out the trap was gone, so he must have been up there.”

[sharktrash]

"Usually it's stay alive and kill everyone else, isn't it?"

He doesn't sound very bothered by it. He's also not planning to test it out without confirmation, though. Some people here are certainly making life easier, and he'd hate to end up stuck here without soap or clean water just because he jumped the trigger.

Also, maybe, he's starting to like some of them. Don't tell anyone about that though.

"Huh," he says, apparently surprised by what she says actually being useful and also perfectly reasonable. Then scowls again. "Doesn't that mean he's also following you?"

[desperate_times_right]

“Seems kind of dumb, is all, leaving us alone here. Not saying anything and expecting us to just start killing. What happens if we all start holding hands like they're doing at the nerd base?”

What kind of mastermind wants to watch a bunch of campfire songs?

Chloe rolls her eyes, gesturing at her leg. “Think he already got his point across well enough. If he wanted to kill me he’d have done that when he left the trap in our camp.”

[sharktrash]

Okay, that is actually genuinely funny, and Squalo barks a laugh because nerd base is the perfect name for it. (He does not consider himself part of the nerds.)

"Maybe if we sing fuckin' kumbaya enough times they'll finally deign to provide some damn instructions," he says, still grinning. His posture eases up a little, too. Good job, Chloe, you've just won yourself some points despite everything.

He looks her over critically before relenting. "Fair enough," he finally grumbles, "but that doesn't mean he's the only one out here. Could be a bunch of 'em all over this damn jungle and we wouldn't know any better until we get a bloody arrow between the eyes. It's their home turf and we haven't done our fucking homework."

[desperate_times_right]

Squalo might not be a nerd himself (jury’s still out) but his little girlfriend is so he’d better not laugh too hard.

“Christ, I’d almost rather they just tell us to Battle Royale it than leave us sitting around like this. At least then we’d know where we stand.”

Being hunted for sport sounds pretty shit and that's still on the table.

“Kind of figured none of you knew shit after listening to the radio a bit.”

[sharktrash]

(She's not his girlfriend!! He just admires and respects her and wants to fight her to the death!)

"I know, right? We can only hope they won't be able to stand it for too long once it starts--"

The rest just gets a bit of a derisive snort. They've been here what, two weeks?

"Yeah, no shit."

[desperate_times_right]

(After his own assertion about Taissa this might not be an argument that holds water, sorry dude)

“Military lady admonishing everyone for using names but then that guy hogging the channel to talk about fursonas or whatever. And I thought I was spying on dumb ass radio chatter back in Malaysia, shit.”

Chloe’s pretty sure she could kill most of these clowns if it comes down to it.

[sharktrash]

(Damn it, foiled again.)

"...furwhat?" He likes to think himself quite in tune with the current affairs of the world, and he's probably aware of furries as a concept to an extent, but internet slang may be a little beyond him.

[desperate_times_right]

“I don't know, internet shit. Ask Heart or whoever.” They hadn't exactly presented it accurately in that conversation, either.

[sharktrash]

Maybe he will, though it's not exactly a matter of pressing importance.

"Either way: dumb shit. Gotcha."

[desperate_times_right]

“Yeah, first thing I heard on there after waking up on the beach. I didn't pay attention to it after that until I heard Taissa.”

And she's glad for that now for a host of reasons. What would have happened to her if she’d been in that camp by herself?

[sharktrash]

"Yeah? How cute," he says, grinning. "So you decided her life was too easy from just her voice or what?"