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[seemesolid]

*Somewhere within the camp premises, there is a newly dug-up grave, crowned with a headstone that bears the loving and thoughtful inscription 'BRB.'

An anteater happens to be yanking someone's twitching arm free of the dirt. COME SAY HI.*

((SWORDSMAN AND ANTEATER ARE PRETTY MUCH DEAD FOR THE NIGHT, FOLKS--see what I did there--AND WILL PICK UP

Comments

[tobethemiracle]

...why is that normal here?

[seemesolid]

Because normal is as normal does.

[tobethemiracle]

Good for normal. Was it a moogle or you?

[seemesolid]

...the former. Or just him. It's a little hard to sniff out.

[tobethemiracle]

Camp, maybe? It does weird things sometimes.

[seemesolid]

Heh. Sometimes.

It doesn't matter to me, anyway--got what I wanted from it.

[tobethemiracle]

Sometimes it can get bizarre.

That's good to know.

[seemesolid]

Then doesn't that make weird its state of normalcy?

How are you, then.

[tobethemiracle]

No, there's different types of weird.

A little bored, honestly. Yourself?

[seemesolid]

A variable ocean of it, then.

I was the same. Now I'm quite entertained.

[tobethemiracle]

A rainbow was the metaphor I was going for. Seemed to fit.

For the reaction you got?

[seemesolid]

Point.

That's part of it. Seeing new faces, too.

[tobethemiracle]

It's a way to make an impression.

[seemesolid]

Funny thing--thought people might not comment, considering how many undead there are already.

[tobethemiracle]

I think they will.

[seemesolid]

As I now find.