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[skatesnpompons]

[Somewhere in the dark of night, you suddenly stumble across a trap door. It looks ordinary enough, except perhaps for this song that seems to be floating out of nowhere and the sense of malicious, predatory eyes (well, more than usual). Two exhausted girls have collapsed on the ground nearby and looking at it apprehensively.]

Well, I'm glad we

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[ofsugarandspite]

Why is there a trap door in the middle of nowhere? And why is it singing?

[skatesnpompons]

Because it's special like that and it's in camp?

[ofsugarandspite]

That's really not an answer.

[skatesnpompons]

It's like camp is magic and allows lots of strange and improbable things to happen. Is that better?

[ofsugarandspite]

I guess.

[skatesnpompons]

I'm guessing you're kind of new, right? Once you've been here long enough, "camp" tends to be the answer to most of the weird stuff that happens around here.

[ofsugarandspite]

Not even two weeks yet. Don't you ever wonder what decides to put stuff like random trapdoors and octopuses with backpacks in random places?

[skatesnpompons]

I always imagined it was the same force as what dragged people from other dimensions and worlds and stuff here in the first place.

[ofsugarandspite]

That does explain the angel and the dog looking guy.

[skatesnpompons]

There you go!