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Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 19, 2019

...well, this'll teach Anakin to skip a day on the island to spend time with his family. He'd returned to Fandom to find that the niggling bad feeling he'd had on Monday had expanded into a full-blown Force migraine, especially when he saw the people who'd gathered around the (what the kark) creepy dead stuff plant life around the lake.

"Right, so, whatever the island is up to this week is something I'm already not a fan of!" Anakin yelled through the megaphone. "Good thing today's group activity involves weapons!"

Yay, paintball?

"You're divided into two groups--" he was seriously side-eying about half of you because the claws, folks, "--Team Bruise," he pointed to a pile of greenish-yellow t-shirts, "and Team Hugs and Kisses--" a particularly awful peach shade.

At least paintball would only improve the colors.

A suddenly aggressive teal deer rushed at Anakin and he shot at it between the eyes, spraying it with bright yellow paint and causing it to stagger back into the woods.

"And watch out for the wildlife. They're weirder than usual," he concluded after ~~handwavily~~ explaining the rules, such as they were, for paintball. "Listen for your names!"

TEAM BRUISE

Iris (Ino) (monstered)
Rosa
Wayne (monstered)
Okuyasu
Shuri
Pastor Carter

TEAM HUGS AND KISSES

Amaya
Sparkle
Nina (monstered)
Vette (monstered)
Sidon (monstered)
Jules

This will end badly.

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Anakin has provided extra paintball guns to ward off the wildlife for spectators.

No shooting the paintball participants, please.

Pick up your t-shirts, plan your strategy, wonder if it's okay to shoot your creepier team members...

Make this messy, folks! Mod your own wildlife encounters!

The RNG says that team Hugs and Kisses wins, with Vette as the last one standing!

Goooo, Team Hugs and Kisses!

So much better than Team Urine, right?

Who is busy shooting squirrels in a non-fatal way.

Mwahaha.

Aeryn is so upset at me for forgetting to sign up.

SORRY, AERYN.

Being rather monstrous in build naturally, the changes that Sidon had been going through were...subtle, for the most part. He'd always had claws and always kept them sharp, so nothing of note there, and he'd always had scales, as well, for that matter, though they were drying out much more quickly than he was used to, and they seemed to have rather...faded in color, into a pale, pale dusky rose. His eyes, though, were probably the most startling, the slits of his pupils seeming to have stretch out and spread, pushing the yellow of them to the very edges like vibrant lights about to be extinguished. The scar in his headtail, where the vampire had taken out a chunk but Nina had healed to the best of her ability, had split open, and began to divide and grow apart, two branching from the just the one.

The most noticeable different, then, in Sidon, was easily his disposition. The jovial, excitable, encouraging Zora prince was no where to be seen; instead, standing there in his place, was someone far more irritable and impatient and...angry, really, wondering why he'd even bothered to come to this thing. He should be back out there in the water, in the deep, as he had been yesterday. He'd...almost found them, he thought, the great beast lurking there, calling to him....Almost...He just needed to go deeper...further....where they would surely be waiting...

He should be there. He should go back...

Nina's fever was gone! That was fantastic!

She still, like, felt weird as anything though and, like, she was starting to look weird as anything too, and Nina wasn't super fond of that, though rather than finding it distressing, she was finding it was more making her angry.

Never a particularly large girl—though she was, slowly but surely, gaining height on Vette—Nina's body was slimming down drastically, her limbs going spindly (like they shouldn't be able to support her, though they had no problems doing so), her face narrowing as her blue eyes were swallowed up by the black of her pupils which had then eaten the whites of her eyes. Her back ached something terrible in two spots that no amount of scratching at with her fingernails (she wasn't willing to call them claws yet, though they were well on their way to that) could ease.

Her skin was grey and the only bright thing about her was her hair, which remained stubbornly, incredibly, blonde. Nina was pretty happy about that though, since she was rather vain about her hair…

Regretfully (after a few selfies, because how could she not) Nina had left her phone in the dorms. While she waited for the activity to start, that left her stuck people watching, and wondering why everything was, like, dying.

She was pretty sure, like, that she wasn't dying? No matter how weird this really, really was?

It was nice to see that she and Vette weren't the only ones going weird, though…

"Hugs and Kisses is a terrible name for this terrible colour," Nina grumbled, holding her shirt up in front of her.

It was going to be too big for her, even though it was the smallest they'd had, but then her clothes were all too big for her right now.

"I suppose it's better than bruise," Juillenne mused, eyeing Nina warily. Something was clearly poisoning the living things on the island, that much she could tell. She was just grateful that so far she and Camden had managed to avoid whatever the source of the poison was.

... She was starting to regret signing up for this week's activity, honestly. Maybe she and Cam could just hide out in a tree somewhere?

Nina stared back, expressionless as she considered that—and Nina was never expressionless usually—before, with an effort, she shrugged and pulled her shirt on over her head.

It… yeah. It was definitely way too big and got caught on one of her totally-not-claws as she wriggled her arms into place, ripping it.

"I guess," she said grudgingly. "Why are you staring at me?"

Wayne was there; why wouldn't Wayne be there? It wasn't like he was sick or anything. He definitely did not have a glitter-induced brain-eating amoeba (they said so, at the clinic!). He was not looking a little grey around the gills; that was just the particular shade of plaid in his shirt, didn't compliment his color, washing him out, something like that, and no, not literal gills. Just ignore what definitely looked like gills there lining up his somehow even thicker that usual neck, there. His posture seemed to be winning a bit of a battle with a hump that was definitely not forming on his shoulders, and horns? What do you mean, horns? You been eating too much sugar cereal, there, spare parts?

S'just a bug.

S'just need to figure out whether he was glaring at the big shark fella or mentally glaring at Delirium as the potential Patient Zero for this bug that he definitely did not have, realleah...

"...."

So, Sparkle was pretty sure he'd definitely miscalculated in signing up for the shenanigan of the week, here.

"Oh god," he muttered, checking out his paintball equipment, "at least most of them are on my side."

He honestly wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"Jesus," said Rosa, brow furrowed, as she looked over some the more...afflicted-seeming participants of today's games. "Obviously, whatever's been getting to the plants has gotten to some of these jerks, too."

More so, she noticed, the other team than hers.

"Good," she concluded, hoisting her gun, "they'll probably be easier to beat, then."

Priorities!

"I'm pretty sure," said Amaya, considering her shirt, "my name must've gotten switched up with Diaz's, or something, since I'm much more a Team Bruise than...."

Team She Wasn't Even Going to Say It.

But focusing on that little bee in her bonnet was a bit easier than trying to figure out what she'd been clearly missing this week while her head was stuck in a forge.

...not literally. Obviously.

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"Yeah, right, Blackstone!" Rosa called back when she heard that, smirking into something part jeer, part leer. "Better pucker up and kiss my ass while we kick yours!"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, so what if a bunch of the kids were getting infected with whatever was going on with the island? Were they here to just feel sorry for everyone, or were they here to win stupid, inconsequential games here, huh? And part of inconsequential games definitely had to be wholly unnecessary shit-talking, too!

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Kisses and hugs and wicked teeth and claws and lekku that were far too much like actual tentacles coming out of the back of her head? Vette was wearing that shirt with little concern for how she looked and far more interest in the paintball equipment, and the competition.

Oh, this would be fun.

Vette was small, and sure, Vette was sick, but Vette was slippery at the worst of times and had amazing aim with two blasters since she was a little kid.

Not to mention the fact that today, she seemed to be moving with very little regard for concerns like 'how her joints usually bend.'

Go on. Shoot at her. You'd miss. And then she'd kriffing murder you.

With paint.

Probably.

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"...you look like crap," Okuyasu said, ever the beacon of subtlety. "You, uhhh, eat something weird, roomie?"

He was definitely wondering if he should sleep... literally anywhere that was not the same room as Wayne tonight.

~~"Well, ya see," said Wayne, "there was this cake made of bologna that just showed out of nowhere yesterdaaaaay...."~~

"M'fine," Wayne said, grunting, turning his head to squint at his roommate with maybe a bit more glare than usual, but, really, it was hard to tell. "S'just a bug."

And you'd be fine, Okuyasa, as long as you woke up before Wayne tomorrow.

Of course, Wayne was a farmer. Ain't no one wake up earlier than farmers, fer the most part...

"That's a pretty big bug," Okuyasu said. "Like you swallowed a tarantula and now it's trying to take over your brain."

He was nothing if not imaginative.

"It's a pity I can't take you to Tonio's, it'd fix you right up!"

And also cause your guts to violently explode out of you, but in a survivable way at least.

A low, disgrunted groan slipped out of Wayne and just dragged ooooonnnnn for a while there, with a sneering sort of look to match. Why did you have to mention all that, Okuyasu? Because now Wayne could only liken the feeling in his brain right now to that of a tarantula taking over and then trying to scratch its way out through his skull, and that tarantula definitely had razor legs insted'a just regular spider legs, too.

"What's Tonio's?" he eventually grumbled out, even though he really didn't particularly want to know, and he knew he probably wouldn't like whatever answer Okuyasu had, but it really seemed impolite not to ask.

And manners were still important, even when you were slowly transforming into some sort of eldritch monster deep from the shadowy abyss of your deepest, darkest fears.

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That... that was a noise that Wayne had made. Okuyasu looked a little leery, and his expression definitely matched his leeriness of this whole situation. "A restaurant back in Morioh," he explaned. "The food there can fix almost anything that's wrong with you. From diarrhea tummy to broken teeth."

Wayne was thinking he could just about fix Okuyasu with some broken teeth just about right now. Even if his own felt almost like they were just sort of...swimmin'. He grunted again, a much shorter, but no less irritated, sound.

"S'nothing wrong, though," he insisted. "So then that'd just there be a wasted trip fer nothing, now, then, wouldn't it."

"Just don't puke on my bed," Okuyasu said. "And you can pretend you're fine all you want, I guess."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and frowned. Nothing like someone just lying to themself and others to make him grumpy.

"I'm not going to puke on your bed!" Wayne snapped, and he snapped his head toward Okuyasu right with it, but not exactly his usual head snap, either. It was much faster and those darkened eyes of his flashed a little, and his head seemed to just a bit further on his neck than usual, too. It almost seemed like it didn't want to stop, creeping just that little bit further as he talked, muscles on his neck bulging. "Or anyone's, fer that matter! It's just a bug, Okuyasu! Figgur it ouwt! This is just the rough hump I need to get over before it's smooth sailing to recovery, an' I'll be right as rain tomorrow, you just wait and fucking see!"

"...look, I'm not real smart, but even I know what you're saying ain't smart," Okuyasu said. "Denial isn't just a river, you know. You're acting real weird and look like you got an STD from a shark."

He shook his head. "You're just hurting yourself by acting tough about it."

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Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Arrive and Mingle

Come on Down, Teams!

Paintball!

Celebrate!

Talk to Anakin!

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