doubt it
yeah.. i mean, pureston cut his hand on the glass and my throat got fucked up from the smoke, but we were alright
Hey – Language. But wow… that sounds very frightening. I’m… I’m glad you’re here to tell about it. You okay coming back in the Mess?
yeah, i mean, this is probably going to bring the nightmares back but when’s the last time i gave shyt about that *he walked into the kitchen*
*Carlos blinks after Max but slowly follows him* Uh… okay, if you’re sure…? *Carlos was not reassured at all. But Max needed some water* Um, where are the cups?
i dunno, but i know there’s juice boxes in the back room and those have straws, could *hic* those work instead of water?
I suppose so… but they’re not very big. *he starts to open cupboards to look for a glass of water* Besides, aren’t those for lunch activities or something?
i dunno.. *he shrugs slightly, checking the lower cupboards* i don’t think we’ve had a camp act-*hic*-ivity the entire time i’ve been here…
this camp is a giant messDo you… not have a schedule or something? Are there no counselors in this particular spot in the multi-verse? Angie must go to a different plane of the camp, I guess… hm… *scientist thinking noises as he pulls a cup from a cupboard*
the only counselor i know is David, but i don’t think he really knows what he’s doing, wait is Jason a counselor? if he is then i know two counselors but not a schedule..
Angela didn’t tell me about a ‘Jason’. Huh… Well, here *offers him cup*. Let’s look for a straw now.
*he looked down at the cup for a second before nodding* he’s a cultist who worships Zeemoog! he’s cool
*freezes as he has a drawer pulled out. He looks at Max* A what? Max, ‘cultist’ implies that he’s dangerous… don’t you mean a devout, or disciple?
maybe.. but i’m pretty sure he’s a cultist cause he make sacrifices to Zeemoog! he also wears alot of white…
he once gave me a popsicle but i found who they human blood in them, it was weird… Max… I’m going to tell you now that you shouldn’t interact with him anymore. I would have made a joke about his name being ‘Jason’ already having been an indication of that, but… this is no joke.
what? why?
why do you always keep me from hanging out with the cool people of camp..He makes sacrifices to a god, Max. I’m assuming that you’re talking about, like, blood sacrifices, right?
.. i dunno.. y-yeah.. *he glanced away, clearly upset*
Max, people just don’t sacrifice animals anymore – at least not in the western world. If someone abuses an animal and calls it worship in this society… I have serious concerns about their mental stability and health. Do you understand?
*he hesitates before nodding, frowning as he looked down into the cup*
but Zeemoog needs it..*Carlos looks into the drawer and finds some straws wrapped in paper sleeves. He grabs one and shuts the drawer* Here you go, Max. Can you reach the sink?
i usually have to stand on a chair to reach it.. *he takes and opens the straw, dropping it in the cup and throwing out the wrapper*
Okay. Do you need help, or should I get a stool then?
a stood could work, thanks *he smiles slightly*
Alright. *he looks around a bit more and finds one in the pantry. he puts it next to the sink for Max*
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