Constance was trying to pull herself together, trying to listen as the others came up with more rational theories and explanations. However, it was hard to fight with the irrational part of her mind, as well as trying to calm herself down as she was facing some of her own personal trauma for the second time that same day. To her, it still made sense. However, Tony and the others were probably correct. It was too easy to point the finger at Lawrence, and call it a day.
She started to take deep breaths, calming herself down even as she kept her back to Miguel. She heard Sam say that they should rebury him and her breathing faltered for a moment. The logic was sound, but to leave him there? In the cold ground while they continued to look around for more clues? It seemed so... cruel. Logical, but cruel.
"So... we follow the blackmail then. Do we know more about it than it was there when we arrived, and each of us had a piece of blackmail when we arrived? Or is that everything we know about it? Does anyone know what Renee or Miguel might have been blackmailed about?" Constance was still shuddering a bit and trying to calm herself down, but it was hard. What was their next move, besides reburying the poor body of Miguel? There was no way she was going to be revealing what they were blackmailing her about.
She realized that she had been clutching her hands tightly and finally let go of them, and felt the rivulets of blood running down her palm. She looked down to see that she had dug her nails in so deeply, and the hid her hands behind her back. No one had to see what she had done.
Marco was glad that he had decided to introduce himself to everyone, as it seemed to pick up the mood for a moment. But that was all it lasted it seemed. A moment. Aster had opened his mouth again and said something that was rather offending, especially towards the couples there.
As Dobbs told them that those going to the kitchen needed to follow him, he was thankful that Em was sticking with him for a little bit. Even if she was going off to learn the radio, which was pretty important. He looked over at Zeke as he spoke up and smiled a bit. "Might take you up on that offer, but I gotta see what's all there. I doubt we're eating gourmet, but I can still whip up something filling, and won't say no to another set of hands." Marco offered one of his gleaming smiles to the young man, and then nuzzled Em softly.
"If you want to share a cabin with Nancy or with me, I'll let you pick. At worst I can try to bunk with Aster and sneak out later." He whispered to Em and chuckled softly. As much as he wanted a whole week with Emily alone, he also didn't want to leave the other gal alone if her brother was going to bunk with his boyfriend (?). He and Em would find time, that he knew. It wasn't like they had been sneaking off to be together since secondary school anyways.
He looked over at Demi as he closed the distance, and remembered the hankies in the boy's pockets and chuckled a bit to himself. "Hot dogs in mac? You'll have to talk to Zeke about that I think."
Location: Professor Mikkail's Sitting Room Grimoire: N/A Skills: N/A
Willow had looked up as Nicky had entered the room and nodded her head to him softly. "Morning." She smiled softly as she watched him curl up in the other chair, and then watched as Cal entered the room and her grin brightened up more as he greeted her like that. "Good morning Cal~" Of course she had seen him not that long ago, but it was good he had still addressed her again. She had grown very fond of him and well after the previous night, who could blame her?
As Cal took the seat next to Cassie, she settled into the last armchair and relaxed a bit, turning the notebook over in her hand nervously. Writing was not a strong skill of hers. She had learned about braille recently, and was using that a lot for her note taking, and hoped that once the professor arrived she could ask him if they had access to such machines.
Professor Mikkail arrived with a burst of magic that she could feel, and see, since Luna's eyes nearly were overloaded by his arrival. His magic was warm, and she felt like she was safe there for the moment, much like she had last night. It made her wonder, but any thoughts were put on hold as the professor started to speak.
The smell of tea filled the air and Willow felt more relaxed at that point. She listened more as he spoke and then wrote the words upon the board. She could feel her brow twist with curiosity. Latin was not a language she knew well, just a handful of words there and then, but the first part, Mal, that meant bad, right?
Cassie spoke up, telling of the name before... stumbling. Willow could only watch with embarrassment as Cassie cleaned up the mess she had made and tried to clearly avoid Cal's lap. Willow did her best not to laugh at her new friend, (or she hoped they were friends,) embarrassment.
Then Nicky spoke up. The anger dripped from his words, and Willow felt pain for him. He had clearly suffered something due to this book, and it seemed that it was going to be a bad first day. Willow curled up in her chair, having no knowledge of the book, or its horrors. But it sounded like it had not been a good book for witches and yet, the Professor wanted to find the first volume of it? Why?
Her question about how she was going to take notes was forgotten, and she decided that was going to be a question she would ask him alone later.
Marco let out a soft sigh as Dobbs did inform them that there was food there for them. At least he could whip up something for them all when they got there. That might help them all. This hike was going badly, between Dobb's horror story, Aster being his usual glowing self and the others responding to the bait Aster was just setting. Seemed that Aster really hadn't been listening to Marco when he had said that bringing up the difference in status wasn't a way to win over people... but honestly, that was something Aster never seemed to care about.
Marco squeezed Em's hand back and leaned against her lovingly. He was sure that she was as irritated as he was, and he didn't want her to punch the one person leading them to camp. Of course as Dobbs spoke more, he got more irritated. Until he got what he thought was a brilliant idea.
He turned to the others in the group, his signature dazzling smile on his face. "Y'know, we never properly introduced ourselves to one another. If we are about to spend a week together, and sharing quarters we should at least swap names, right? I'm Marco, and this lovely lady with me is Emily. Once we get to the camp, I'll whip us all up a meal. I can't be the only hungry one, am I right?" He chuckled softly as he tried to pointedly ignore the fact that Dobbs was making things worse, and the others already probably hated Aster.
"I do agree that we should probably figure out sleeping arrangements. I'm guessing they're gonna be boy/ girl like most camps, right? Marco had never really been to camp when he was younger. There had never been money in the budget. Most of his summers were spent with Em and Mrs. Richardson while his dad worked. But he had seen it on tv, in the shows. Camps always had boy and girl cabins, right?
Constance turned to look at Tony as he held out his phone and showed them the message he had been sent. He hadn't mentioned that to her earlier. She was concerned, wanted to address that but then... that thud.
She could feel her chest tighten as she morbidly looked at the grave and saw what they had unveiled. Miguel. She grasped at her chest as her breathing became heavy, and her vision blurred. Why had she looked? Why? This... this was [i]worse[/] than Renee. Miguel was in a grave. She could feel the tears filling up in her eyes as she tried to compose herself.
"Lawrence. I.. it has to be Lawrence. He... he... he got mad at them both last night. Swore that they would pay. Now... here they are. I don't know if he's the one blackmailing us but... it only makes sense that he's the one that hurt them, right?" Constance tried to speak evenly, calmly, her usual perfect self. However, her current state was bleeding through, and there were many gaps between words as she spoke.
She could hear what Millicent was saying, but it didn't matter. She was back to being a little girl again, staring at the big box with her father in it once more. Only this time, her own life might be on the line as well. This weekend was suppose to be a vacation, and now was turning further into horror with ever step they took. Why had someone done this to them? Why was any of this happening?
Willow had fallen asleep at some point, curled up upon the couch while the others enjoyed one another, and while such her mind detached and wandered. Of course, this meant a vision.
The earthy and floral smell of the rainforest roused Willow to consciousness. The bedding she'd found herself in was instead moss and vines and snuggling creatures from the forest. The river nearby flowed sluggishly, deceptive in its calmness. The current beneath would drag a poor prepared swimmer to a water grave, if the fauna didn't get them first. Birds flitted in the early morning light and mist rolled through the forest, clinging like a spider web.
A shadow took shape in the mists. A hulking, pustulous shape stumbled forward. Several voices groaned from the mist, some cried, some begged, but all suffering. The stench of decaying flesh and festering wounds crawled like insects across the space. The light darkened and deepened into burnt gold and the river churned. Something mellowed in the distance, furious its prey escaped, but a strange pink, purple bubble drifted across Willow's vision.
The shape emerged from the mist. An eight foot tall human - or once human - stood out of place in the serene scene. Faces, all weeping sapphire blue fears, pressed out of its torso and legs and hands clung to nearly every surface. It was blind, its eyes missing, but the creature opened its mouth and an older man's face pressed forward out of the creature's throat. The other faces went silent but the tears did not stop.
Find us The man wheezed.
It was all it could say. A hand, as massive as a red wood tree, burst from the mist behind them and with talons as sharp as a hawk, circled its fingers into the faces and yanked back into the mist. The creatures screams, the agony, burned itself into Willow's mind.
The bubble popped.
She sat up at that point and looked around, panting heavily. Sometimes, she really hated having visions.
Callaghan had escorted Willow back to her dorm and she had thanked him with a kiss upon his cheek, before heading inside. She noticed that Connie was already gone, and sighed softly. It seemed that she was an early riser, much like Willow usually was, if she was not shaken by bad visions. Willow groaned a bit as she rubbed at her temples a bit, and Luna nuzzled her softly. She reached over and pet her familiar lovingly, thanking her for her comfort. So many visions in just the past twelve hours. She would need to take time with the cards and the runes to sort through them later.
Willow was a bit thankful that the dorm was empty, and went to shower and clean up. The warm water caressed her skin and perked her up a bit as it flowed down her skin, and brought her back to reality. Touch was always so important to her, and kept her grounded in the now, as visions really didn't usually reach out and have a feel to them. However there were always exceptions.
She got dressed and then got something light to eat, never having been much of a big eater even from an early age. Something about what she was, probably. She really never put much thought into it, and unless someone pointed that out to her, she would continue to never put much thought into it.
While she wanted to explore more of the academy, she doubted she wanted to do that all alone. Even with Luna being her eyes, the academy was still a new location to her, and unlike the beautiful forest where she knew every tree, every path and every stone she didn't yet know the pathways here yet. So, she decided to make her way to Professor Mikkail's sitting room for their first lesson.
Thankfully, it was easy to find the way, and once she entered the room, she could feel the warm embrace of the room. The scent of tea and cakes filled the air, and she could feel the warmth of the sun upon her skin from the open window. She looked around to see that Cassie was there and smiled brightly.
"Good morning Cassie. Where shall I sit?" Willow didn't want to presume that Cassie wanted her to sit next to her, considering that Cal was also one of their coven mates. She did bend over and pick up the journal with her name on it and ran her fingers over the embossed writing, hoping she would have a good way to write in it.
Marco had mostly tuned out Dobbs until he mentioned delinquents. Marco's smile vanished at that point and he tugged Em in closer at that point. Only she of the group knew the full truth of why and how he was there. He knew trying to argue with Dobbs would be pointless. They were all 'delinquents' to him. Just a group of fuck ups and failures, there to work off time. They weren't really there to be official counselors. That's why they were there a week earlier, to clean up and set up the camp.
"Cleaning I can do, but yeah. I'm going to imagine that we're going to need all the supplies if this place has been abandoned for so long, unless they left like Comet, Clorox, pledge and vinegar and baking powder." Marco sighed as he started to run through the mental list of what he tended to use at home. Since his dad was usually busy, he had done a lot of the cleaning growing up, as had Em.
"I really also hope there's a working stove... I'd hate to think that all we're going to eat for the next few days is cold cuts and salads... wait. What is the food situation like? Since it is just us, are we going to have to make and cook our own food?" Marco doubted that Aster knew how to cook, even less how to make his own sandwiches. The others there, maybe? He didn't want to assume anything. He really hoped that they would be left something to cook or eat, otherwise he was going to turn right back, consequences be damned.
Constance didn't like the implications of a fresh grave and another missing nominee. She remembered Miguel being the other one to upset Lawrence last night, and had been the one to break his nose in the first place. Now Renee was dead and Miguel was missing. Why no one was pointing fingers at the misogynistic asshole yet was beyond her. But it seemed they had more pressing matters on hand as Sam spoke up and talked about this 'signal' that he had gotten.
"Wait wait wait, you want to check the grave first rather than the church? You think... that he's... there?" Constance looked at Rhiannon as she started to dig and raised a brow. She had heard some things about the woman before, but nothing like this. Maybe... this was tied to a withdrawal or something. She hadn't looked well since they had met up earlier. She flinched a bit as she heard the shovel hit the sodden earth and start to be set to work.
"...I still say we should check the church." She muttered under her breath as she turned away. She had no desire to see another body today.
Marco was trying to keep pace to Em, but it was a bit hard. She loved this kind of stuff, and loved going for hikes when she could. Marco was more city savvy, and could probably walk more on the sidewalks for longer. The rough trail was throwing him off, and his hiking boots were new and not quite broken in yet. So, he was silently suffering, and that was probably going to set the tone for a lot of this summer.
He looked over at Aster as he explained what had happened and shook his head a bit. Sometimes he had to wonder if it was the money that made him that way, or if it was just the way Aster was born. They were friends, yes, but sometimes the things that came out of his mouth really made Marco want to correct him. However, he brushed that aside when he heard Dobbs talk about the history of the camp, and the murders.
"Wait wait. So this place has failed multiple times and yet someone still has the bright idea of trying to make a camp of it again? And they decided to make a pet project of it too? Somehow I doubt a vengeful spirit had anything to do with it. My guess is the location. The fact that it is in the middle of nowhere, there's nothing nearby to help keep this place alive. That's why it fails. You need like shops and a good supply chain." Marco sighed as Em moved back close to him. He tugged her in close and wrapped an arm around her.
"So we sneaking out to the lake later then?" He whispered to her, and chuckled softly as they walked the path together. He really did silently hope they didn't have to clean up blood and gore, because if they did, he was going to take the prison time before he got any of that under his nails.
Marco had tried to sleep on the ride up to the Camp, but found he couldn't at all. Everything kept just playing over and over again in his head. The accusation, the arrest, the trial, the sentencing, Em's arrest, then being sent off to camp. Everything was playing over and over like the record left on the player on repeat. He was still waiting to hear back from the school to know if he was even going to be admitted back for another semester, given he had a criminal record now. His whole future was in jeopardy, just because someone didn't like the color of his skin.
At least he still had someone on his side. His Em, his love, his eternal partner. He couldn't believe that she had gotten herself arrested just to join him on this community service for the summer. He was pretty sure her mother was going to ban him from the house for a bit once she had gotten arrested, but well, Em had pleaded her case. So, they were together, riding in the car to Camp Lava Lake.
Once they got there, Marco hauled his duffels out of the car. Just because they were going to be around pre-teens, and teens for the summer didn't mean he wasn't going to look nice. Of course, one of the duffels also had some fun time stuff, for when he and Em could sneak off, or maybe some of the other counselors.
He blinked in surprised as Em nudged him and he saw Aster's car there. Aster was going to be working with them that summer? He hadn't said anything before. He snorted a bit at Em's comment about the gas, knowing full well Aster could afford it, but it also probably cost quite a lot to fill up that tank.
"Aster, darling, what are you doing here? I thought you'd be off traveling this summer. Don't tell me you also accepted a deal of some sort. ...What did you do?" Marco walked over to Aster, after kissing Em on the cheek. He knew full well that Aster wouldn't be somewhere like here unless it was for similar reasons to him and Em. He did eye Aster's luggage, and chuckled softly. "Aster, you can't threaten property damage, not if you're here for that already. Is that what you did? Oh Aster." Marco had a bad feeling that Aster had done something to someone's property, and that's fully why he was there.
He groaned internally as his friend insulted the man that was there to escort them and took a deep breath, and then looked the other three over. He then noticed the hankies in the darker haired boy's pocket and nearly growled lowly at that. Oh, he was down for fun times it seemed. He would have to chat with Em about that later, as per usual. He was fully sure they would separate them by gender, which was boring, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun.
"We should get going. I really don't want to be up here when the sun sets. As he said, wild animals are around." He teased as he walked over to Em and planted a kiss on her neck.
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