[ITP: emasculating alien technology]

[dontshakemyhand]

*It's a normal day of counselor arrivals. The sun is shining, the lake is stinking, and there's a new facility in the woods on the east side of the lake. For those who are pinged by this sort of thing, you may pick up on the fact that the entire building is alive, although not sentient. There are zombies carrying beds in through the entrance, and a

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[jerkchester]

[not really APPROACHING, keeping a wary distance until I know wtf you are]

[dontshakemyhand]

*Still preoccupied with the last pair shambling through the door*

[jerkchester]

Ordering the zombies around?

[dontshakemyhand]

If they would listen.

[touchedbyan]

*Y. Approaching, carefully*

[jerkchester]

You have any idea what the hell that is?

[touchedbyan]

I... no. It... I mean, he doesn't feel like anything I've known.

[jerkchester]

Great. If a friggin' angel doesn't know, I've got nothing.

[when_i_guro_up]

[Y. . .]

[dontshakemyhand]

*headtilt*

Can I help you?

[when_i_guro_up]

Not really.

What are you doing?

[dontshakemyhand]

Redecorating, it would seem. And yourself?

[donationsorgtfo]

[Sure, why not.]

[dontshakemyhand]

*More kids :|*

[donationsorgtfo]

[totally flying around, checking out your digs]

[dontshakemyhand]

*PLEASE DON'T LET IT TAKE UP RESIDENCE D:*

[dontshakemyhand]

*Nice hair. I'm kinda biased.*

*Nods in his direction*

[dontshakemyhand]

*I KNOW YOUR TYPE. In fact there's a Satedan in San Francisco who'd probably like you.*

Looks can be deceiving, you know.