[in this region of camp, a thick, heavy purple fog has settled in, stinking of flowers and cheap perfume; you would avoid it, but for some reason,you can't help but enter, getting lost within it... and, from somewhere inside, you hear a voice raging.]
This is NOT what is supposed to happen! My butterflies![do you follow the voice? or do you try to
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What is it now that befouls the air? It reeks.
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One thing follows another... I'd hope it not poison, yet I cannot be certain.
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You ought have guards against it and antidotes, Delita.
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You should be more careful!
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It's not like I planned . . . that . . .
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No, but if you're out in some weird--[koff koff]--perfume mist, it's almost like you're looking for trouble.
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Watch where you're going, fool!
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I-I'm sorry!
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Yes, of course there's fog, and I'm sure it's stupid camp fog as well...
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