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[legally_blond]

[In the Mess Hall tonight, it's rather empty... since, you know, it's late/early/some in between time. For those who like to wander the wilds of camp in the dark hours, though, it's a nice respite from the zombies lurking around outside. In one corner sits a prosecutor playing an acoustic guitar, looking out the window with a bemused expression

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[sleepisforthezz]

Ahh, the gorilla plays music too, huh? He wasn't so bad.

[legally_blond]

He must have some skill, to be able to play with fingers like that.

[sleepisforthezz]

Why don't you let him accompany you?

[legally_blond]

Because it clashes.

[sleepisforthezz]

Haha! I guess it does. Still, he tried hard.

[legally_blond]

He gets an A for effort! He should pursue his own career, if gorillas can even have one of those.

[sleepisforthezz]

Well, most if not all of them are hired by Elizabeth, aren't they?

[legally_blond]

Hired? I thought it was more of a zoo situation with the animals.

[sleepisforthezz]

...

[legally_blond]

You don't think so?

[sleepisforthezz]

No, it's just that it sounded as though you just referred to us all as animals, since we're stuck here as well...

[legally_blond]

Weren't we talking about the gorillas? I didn't mean the campers or counsellors, of course not.

[sleepisforthezz]

Yeah, we were. I guess I was thinking about how the gorillas were kind of similar to us in some ways when you said that, so I ended up thinking that. Haha!

[legally_blond]

Ha ha, right! But they're not really on the same level, when you get down to it.

[sleepisforthezz]

Not really, no.

[legally_blond]

By the way, I'm Klavier Gavin.