is it cosmic irony or cosmic justice?

[onerrantry]

[in that fabled, mythic center of camp, at precisely 12 am, June 15, 2008, there is a loud clinking noise, as precisely six hundred and sixty nine heavy coffee mugs labeled WORST BEST FATHER EVER strike one Dmitri Yuriev in the head, knocking him mostly unconscious on his way back to his office after his midnight tea run. come, gawk or help. or you

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[willcute4jewels]

Father's Day?

[onerrantry]

Never heard of it?

[willcute4jewels]

No.

...what is it?

[onerrantry]

It's a holiday so you can tell your dad how much you love them.

[willcute4jewels]

...what if he isn't here?

[onerrantry]

Well, you could try mailing him one, I guess. Or if you know someone who's kind of like a dad in camp, you could tell them that they're awesome too, I guess.

[willcute4jewels]

...oh.

[onerrantry]

I know I'm writing a letter to my dad. [gestures with an envelope in her hand]

[willcute4jewels]

I thought you couldn't send letters here.

[onerrantry]

There's a place in the volcano that can do it, but I have no idea how effective they are.

[willcute4jewels]

....what?

[onerrantry]

It's run by a bunch of moogles. Want to go with me to check it out?

[willcute4jewels]

...I don't have any letters.

[onerrantry]

I can wait until you write something if you want.

[willcute4jewels]

There's no one I'd send them to anyway.

[onerrantry]

Aw, all right, if you're sure.