[ITP: Rescued from Food o' Tuesday]

[stickynoteninja]

[in the middle of camp there are many picnic tables set up, a couple grills going, and lots of freshly cooked food. A tall blond is flitting about overlooking everything. His fellow cabin-mate cooks may occasionally be around (read: when their players have the free time to chime in).

There is also a large banner:

WELCOME NEW ARRIVALS

Comments

[ainofubuki]

. . . Welcome?

[stickynoteninja]

[okay teen or not, you get a grin]

Welcome.

[ainofubuki]

I still can't figure that out. Just what is this place?

[stickynoteninja]

Zombie camp and everyone here is stuck till the place feels like letting them leave.

[ainofubuki]

So that's why that woman was screaming.

[stickynoteninja]

I got no idea what woman you were talking about.

[ainofubuki]

She was calling me a zombie.

[stickynoteninja]

The ones here tend to look partly decomposed.

[ainofubuki]

So it shouldn't be hard to tell, you're saying?

[stickynoteninja]

Pretty much. I don't get why the hell anyone'd seriously think you were a zombie. Sheesh.

[ainofubuki]

It was just an unusual way to meet someone.

[stickynoteninja]

I guess.

Anyway. Mess hall food's not too safe on Tuesdays. You can help yourself to what's out here if you want. Fresh off the grill and everything.

[ainofubuki]

For what?

[stickynoteninja]

What do ya mean, for what?

[ainofubuki]

The catch?

[stickynoteninja]

There is no catch. Don't want any, don't take any.