Camp: private conversations

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Respond here for a private conversation with Red! All comment threads are screened.

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[...well ok she can't complain about being fattened up by the campers if they're bringing her salad so.

As Red opens her door, she sees both the salad and the notebook. So she points to her ears in a questioning motion, asking Mitsuru if she can hear or not.]

[fallbymyhands]

[SALAD IS HEALTHY!! it won't fatten her up. just give her lots of vitamins?? probably]

[at Red's gestures, Mitsuru nods, allowing a brief flicker of annoyance to cross her features]

I can still speak, but any communication from your end will have to be with written word. I apologize for the inconvenience.

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[Before writing, she makes the sign for 'sign language', to see if she knows that.]

[fallbymyhands]

[SEE ICON FOR MITSURU'S EXPRESSION]

[that is. . . a no]

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[That is a definite no, then.

OK time for writing.]

What did you need?

[fallbymyhands]

Oh-- well, to begin. . .

[present: SALAD]

[hooray!]

Would you care to sit at the pavilion and talk? It's actually quite nice outside today.

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[YES SALAD she will take it. But since her hands are occupied she will just nod to Mitsuru and let her lead the way.]

[fallbymyhands]

[the pavilion!! once they get there, Mitsuru takes a seat at a bench, leaving enough room for Red to sit next to her]

It seems like another group was successfully able to infiltrate the RV camp today.

[she starts off slowly, instead of going straight for it, to gauge Red's reaction to this]

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[Red looks a bit miffed at that.]

After all that work I did last week too.

[fallbymyhands]

[she can't help it. Mitsuru chuckles]

Some never learn. But this time, I suppose the risk was worth it.

The team returned with a laptop. It contained. . . some information that we're glad to have. But I wasn't sure if you were aware of same.

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I was not aware of it, no.

So what secrets have you found out this time?

[fallbymyhands]

[he shifts, fingers curling into her shorts]

The Hunters have "profiles" on each of the campers. A list of our names, the worlds from which we hail, and our threat levels. Several of the profiles mentioned some of the campers were ripe for the "final protocol."

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. . . what is this "final protocol?"

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[...Ah.]

For one, that is merely their opinions. Don't take it too seriously.

The 'final protocol' is a last-ditch effort to contain camp, should I die.

[fallbymyhands]

Believe me, I didn't. Some of what they wrote was downright rude.

[. . .]

Does this mean the "final protocol" might not be necessary? I don't believe anyone here intends to kill you, Red.

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It might not be, but they think it's a good idea to have plans ready 'just in case'.

[fallbymyhands]

They must have very little faith in you, despite your experience.

[hm. . .]

What would happen if they were to activate this "final protocol?"

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Everyone in camp would die.

[So yeah don't do the final protocol.]

[fallbymyhands]

[SO YEAH DON'T DO THE FINAL PROTOCOL]

And they would use one of the campers "suitable" for it to accomplish this?

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They would use the most effective method of doing so, yes.

[fallbymyhands]

[quiet for a moment as she wrings her hands together, gaze flickering down]

And. . . what is that most effective method?

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[She shakes her head. It's probably something Mitsuru doesn't want to know.]

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[it's definitely something she wants to know. but unlike before, she doesn't press harshly or firmly. she's trying a gentler approach, after all]

If you're capable of telling me, I'd like to know, regardless of how bad it may be.

[she did face Nyx, after all. she did spend some time being terrified of her own death]

But if you're restricted in some manner, I of course can't force you.

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Thank you for understanding, then.

[Yes, she's restricted. Sorry Mitsuru, she can give general ideas but not step-by-step instructions.]

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. . . I've been attempting to be better at that.

[she looks away, brushing her hair behind her ears]

My frustrations are hardly your fault, and I shouldn't have taken the out on you before. I refuse to do that now.

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If I may change the subject, are you able to tell me what happened in this camp one year ago?

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[Mitsuru? Apologizing? Color Red shocked!]

...of course. What did you want to know specifically?

[It went on for eight weeks, so there's a lot to tell.]