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Oct 16, 2007 15:22

[There is a young man stalking -- no, sulking -- no, stulking is the appropriate verb in this case -- yes, stulking his way into the outskirts of camp this afternoon. Upon seeing civilization, there is a brief moment of something not entirely unlike relief, before he realizes just what kind of civilization this is. He plucks a stray twig out of his hair.]

[Not far away, one of your friendly neighborhood psychic toucans has seems to have exploded. These two happenings are clearly unrelated and should absolutely not be remarked upon under any circumstance.]
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