Moar fortune cookies.

[redhaired_anita]

Expect an influx of new relationships within the next 24 hours.

...what.

((A basket of fortune cookies - only that instead of fortunes they contain PICTURES OF CHARACTERS YOU WANT AT CAMP. LAST MINUTE PIMPING STARTS HERE

Comments

[mean_janine]

*unfolds a slip from a cookie*

...Claud.

[redhaired_anita]

Who's that?

[mean_janine]

My little sister. I should know better than to ask by now, but why is there a picture of her in a fortune cookie?

[redhaired_anita]

...your little sister's name is Claud?

((XD))

[socchan]

...Okay, no, I'm definitely not mean enough to add 'in bed' when it's you who's opening the cookie.

[redhaired_anita]

I don't get the 'in bed' part.

[socchan]

It's, um. How you make a fortune cookie message 'dirty'. So, considering various factors, your age and personality among them, it's probably wisest if I really just don't add it to the end of your fortune(s).

[redhaired_anita]

You audience people are weird. You can't anyway, 'cause they're all pictures.

[dieinnafire]

[opens the slip]
...

...Ah.

[onthenightroad]

[dieinnafire]

[onthenightroad]

Mr. Barvon.

Who is that.

[pizzapathic]

[ooo, cookie!]

... Hmm. Whatever.

[redhaired_anita]

Who's...he?

[pizzapathic]

Just some guy. I'm sure he's bound to show up here sooner or later, anyway.

[redhaired_anita]

So who're you? Don't think I've seen you before - I'm Anita.

[lovelykubota]

Ah.

...It's blank.

[redhaired_anita]

Eh?