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[sweetuponthseat]

[Outside of Girl's 2 stands an impressive pile of luggage. suitcases, garment bags, an oversized trunk... quite possibly even a hatbox. Miss Daisy - Daisy Adair is also standing there, dressed with all the care she can muster, which is considerable.]

Camp Fuck You Die, it's been a treat. Now, who's going to help me carry all this?

((now it's

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[toiletseat_girl]

---what?

[sweetuponthseat]

Georgia! I've only got a few minutes, so how do you want to do this?

[toiletseat_girl]

I. Uh. Fuck, you're leaving?! When did -- who decided that?

[sweetuponthseat]

You know, I never thought I could dislike a glorious word like Director, but.... oh well. Her. She says.

[toiletseat_girl]

But that's not fair.

[sweetuponthseat]

I've been saying that for years.

[toiletseat_girl]

No, I mean that it's not fair that you're just up and leaving us and --- *stops suddenly*

[sweetuponthseat]

Don't be silly. I'm not leaving you.

[toiletseat_girl]

But I got here first.

[sweetuponthseat]

And maybe that means you'll leave last.

[sweetuponthseat]

--oh, sweetie. I know you want to follow your friends. But I'm not the enemy here.

[toiletseat_girl]

. . . then, who is? Fate? The Director?

[sweetuponthseat]

Why not.

[toiletseat_girl]

Because that's fucking stupid! Don't we get a say in anything? Anything at all?

[sweetuponthseat]

Yes. We get to pick how we say goodbye.

[toiletseat_girl]

That's it? That's all we get to do?