Livin goshdarn Lake life

this is what happened, sasaki told me

ok that’s it *kumitanteis your tetro danganronpa pink*

cast is as follows:

isono miki, the absolute technician

harada keizou, the absolute beekeeper

chiba airi, the absolute comedian

kamimura kazutoshi, the absolute paleontologist

hayashi mai, the absolute soldier

[REDACTED] masanari, the absolute enigma

sasaki hitomi, the absolute prosecutor

ojima takeshi, the absolute filmmaker

okazaki hanano, the absolute plastic surgeon

hama ran, the absolute lumberjack

tsuno manami, the absolute conspiracy theorist

hiroaki nakamigawa, the absolute pop star

tamba ruiko, the absolute track star

hasegawa ken, the absolute meteorologist

watari nishino, the absolute barista

tsuno might be cooked.

if she fucks up with medication, or accidentally lets someone OD, she might be cooked.

with the track record of tetro’s writing personally beating the shit out of me and ripping out personal family lore (affectionate), someone is gonna OD on medication. whether it’s hama, wada or tsuno, intentional or an accident, there’s gonna be something like that

TW: internalized ableism, slight medical horror, body horror, insect imagery (butterflies), staring, eye horror kinda, kinda depressive tendencies, implied narcolepsy

Contaminated person #3: Cameron Corduroy Wilkins

Threat level: Extremely low

Hostility level: Extremely low

Cameron’s fine. He could be mad at you for leaving, or at McLean for letting this happen, or at his mother for folding to his wish for life, hell, even at himself for wanting to go in the first place, but he isn’t. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really. It’s just the cards he was dealt.

This isn’t much different from his childhood before he arrived at this island. It wasn’t like he had much of a life to lose to orange wings fragile as paper, and eyes that turned the world into a mosaic mural. It’s fine. This is just what happens sometimes. He’s fine.

You won’t see him. But if he is awake, he will be somewhere. Watching. He often watches from a distance, trying to gauge any effects this island has on someone.

It’s a skill kept hidden by the shadow of his frailness: Playing the part of a clinician. Even when he’d believed that he was just going to a competition, he had prescription bottles, over the counter remedies, disinfectant and bandages packed into his belongings.

It’s nice, sometimes, to believe his faith that this can be even slightly mitigated as he  hands me a package of ibuprofen. Sometimes.

Other times, though, I can’t tell if it’s just hollow words, or if he does think this could be understood. And I don’t know if I dare to take his word for it, when I barely even know what they mean.

When I try to ask him, he mutters something, before dozing off again. He has a word for that too.

He is always so, so tired. And when he is tired, he’ll think of his mother. He didn’t just want to prove her “wrong”. He wanted to reassure her that he could be fine.

But now she can’t know what’s happened, or where he is. She must’ve been right this whole time. But he seems to have come to terms with the fact that he won’t see her now, for her own safety.

That’s fine. Cameron’s fine. Adderall helps, he insists.

He’s fine, Dakota. And he doesn’t want help. Not your help, at least.

It’s evil to help people who don’t want help. You know that, right?

TWs: body horror, eye contact, coughing up suspicious objects, hazardous mines, implied poisoning, dead birds,

Contaminated person #2: Anne-Maria Marmo-Montoya

Threat level: Extremely High

Hostility level: Medium

You probably had a horrible first impression of Anne-Maria, when she used her hairspray on you. She certainly had a bad first impression of you.

She always had the scent of chemicals around her. And it was not just faint. It was so strong, it was telltale of her presence. I never thought I’d miss such a sensation.

I never thought I’d miss how she, Brick, Scott and Jo bickered about what to do. I never thought I’d miss all the conversations about fashion.

I remember one time, on one of the first few days, when we had no choice but to settle into a cabin, Cameron accidentally inhaled a bit of the hairspray Anne-Maria was using, and she joked that now his lungs were waterproof in an attempt to lighten the mood.

That was before she began to complain about constant muscle pain, and coughing violently, revealing shards of crystal coated in phlegm and blood. Then, it became a cacophony of cursing about the “incubation period” and splitting us up.

You’ve already seen the people in uniforms. They seem to be patrolling when it is bright outside, but the mines seem to be completely off limits, even for them.

The mine is dark and damp, with the scents of dust, algae and… something else. You can’t place what it is, but it’s… irritating. Makes you sneeze and cough.

This is an old enough mine to have used sentinel canaries to measure how much of a hazard it would be to go in.

But among the murky wood, rails and carts, the old has hints of sharp crystal, purple with yellow in the middle.

Black spots swim in your vision. You can only rely on scent and touch.

Eventually, you find a lake full of murky water. Burying your head into it for a short while relieves you of the black spots, but it’s only temporary. Then it’s back to slowly going blind and trying to remember where you came from.

You see a light. A small glimmer of the possibility of survival.

But when you get to the light, it is no nearer an exit than anywhere else.

Your breath catches, cause you’ve found her. Even with your depleting vision, you

The only thing different seems to be that her skin is slightly pallid. But as you get a little closer, you notice that they aren’t just surrounding her. Her knuckles and feet have clawlike portrusions, and her head’s adorned with two goat-like “horns”. Even with the faded dust she’s covered in, she’s radiant… Wait… why can’t you breathe?

Then she shifts her gaze in your direction. Her eyes are just like the gems growing everywhere.

You can feel your body ache.

She cringes, as though she knows something you don’t. Her teeth are just as gemlike as everything else. She doesn’t do anything. Even if her fuse is short, and she technically could charge. That’s not the thing that makes her dangerous.

You take note of some things. The scent is from her. And the crystals with little, yellow birds within. All of them, stiff.

Still, what use is a sentinel to her?