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[poppingcherry]

[Slipping into camp with ninja-y stealth, but looking... er, confused.]

This doesn't look like where I was supposed to be...

[Pauses, pulls out a scroll with mission information, scans it]

Definitely not. My sense of direction isn't that bad...

[ooc: Tapering off on my tagging... I'll pick up again in the morning when I'm not toast ♥]

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[emperor_eel]

[wandering past]

--Ehhhhh, are you looking for someone?

[poppingcherry]

Someone? Not so much. More like someplace...

But this really doesn't look like the River Country at all. It's a little embarrassing to ask, but... where are we, exactly?

[emperor_eel]

Ehhhh? River Country? There's a lake, but nothing more than that -- you're in camp! In America!

[poppingcherry]

Ameriwhatnow? That's not any kind of a place I've heard of before...

[looks around]

Of course, this doesn't look like any place I've been before, so I guess that makes sense then.

[2nd_slinger]

[Eying the scroll.]

I think your GPS is a little outdated...

[poppingcherry]

My what now?

[2nd_slinger]

Y'know, your navigational parchment... uh, thingy.

[poppingcherry]

Navigational? This?

[Waves scroll, then tucks it away]

I was just checking my directions. I'm usually better at following them...

[inyohead]

...forehead-girl...?

[poppingcherry]

...Ino-pig?

[inyohead]

*blinks slowly*

...You're back?--No, you didn't remember, did you?

[poppingcherry]

Back? ...Remember what?

What are you talking about, Ino?

[commander_bitch]

... Sakura?

[poppingcherry]

...Do I know you?

[commander_bitch]

Ah ... probably not.

[commander_bitch]

I'm Yzak Jule. And you're most likely not where you should be.

1/4 [Back in the Arts/Crafts Club]

[proudgreenbulge]

...This is not working.

[having applied too much pressure to his strokes, his paintbrush breaks, creating a sloppy mess on his canvas. He stands, thoroughly dissatisfied with the fact that he just ruined a painting he worked very hard on creating, an heads out >.>]

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[proudgreenbulge]

[Just as he steps outside, as if some strange, surreal coincidence, a small, pink petal seemingly falls out of nowhere, right in front of him--...]

...Blossoms, in the winter?

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[proudgreenbulge]

[he stoops to inspect it, but lo, and behold...it's camp...Maybe it's not that strange... Just then, however, he could almost swear upon seeing a flash of pink in the corner of his eye...? He whips his head around, and--]

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[proudgreenbulge]

[And Alas, there is someone in the distance. With...pink hair.

He stands up slowly...

It couldn't be...]