Camp Fortitude

WHO: Lydia Martin and OPEN (Or Narrative)
WHAT: Finding the bodies
WHEN: Friday morning
WHERE: Camp
WARNINGS: Death, banshee screams
STATUS: Open/Ongoing

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I'm fine, everyone.

I just got kind of freaked, that's all.

Those two people out there though...

They are very much not fine.

Has anyone been keeping a list of all the people in camp? I think we need a roll call to figure out if anyone else is unaccounted for.

Can everyone check in here? And if there's someone you haven't seen or heard from in a while, say so?

[Kate]

What the actual fuck?

My ears are still ringing. I feel like I have a whisky hangover. You ever had a whisky hangovers? Those suck. A lot.

[Derek]

Consider me cashing in my sick day. Because... ow.

[Enzo and Jordan]

Dear sweet roomies,

I know we haven't talked much because of all of the amazing fog fun we've been having here, but any chance either of you have a secret stash of alcohol you'd share with your housemate? I could really use a drink.

~ Your devilishly handsome newbie housemate

[Chris]

Hey, thanks for the assist, man. About the whole thing You don't Migraines can be a bitch.