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[Someone has made a shoddy, ramshackle cozy little treehouse on one of the tallest, nastiest looking trees in camp. This treehouse has all of the amenities... a door, a retractable rope ladder, and a sign that says "No Girls Allowed." At the base of this tree, a young woman is trying to talk her husband out of yet another silly idea.]
Lord Sun Ce, please come down already. You've been up there for a week and I think you need a nice, hot bath.
No way! You can't make me!
Then I'll just have to come up then. Could you please lower the rope?
Can't you read the sign?!? Besides! Then everybody could just look up your skirt!
[Le siiiiiiigh] You know, just because I mentioned that I'd like to have a baby some day--
YOU SAID IT AGAIN!
It's not like we have to worry about it here.
((OOC: Feel free to mingle, gawk at Sun Ce's inconsistent craftsmanship, join his Super Secret Club, or try to talk him down. Or invoke his wrath and get pelted with whatever the hell he's been keeping up there.))
Lord Sun Ce, please come down already. You've been up there for a week and I think you need a nice, hot bath.
No way! You can't make me!
Then I'll just have to come up then. Could you please lower the rope?
Can't you read the sign?!? Besides! Then everybody could just look up your skirt!
[Le siiiiiiigh] You know, just because I mentioned that I'd like to have a baby some day--
YOU SAID IT AGAIN!
It's not like we have to worry about it here.
((OOC: Feel free to mingle, gawk at Sun Ce's inconsistent craftsmanship, join his Super Secret Club, or try to talk him down. Or invoke his wrath and get pelted with whatever the hell he's been keeping up there.))