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[boxbythebed]

[From the general direction of the woods, Jennifer is walking back towards the main part of camp. She looks, in contrast to the last few weeks, fabulous; full hair, moving as if blown by an invisible wind machines, skin that's so healthy it's practically glowing, and a little ~*~twinkle~*~ in her eyes.]

God, I feel amazing. Who else here feels

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[ofsugarandspite]

I feel amazingly cold. That's close enough.

[boxbythebed]

It's not cold, silly.

[ofsugarandspite]

Maybe not for you but for those of us who don't have a dry sweater, hanging around in the snow is kind of chilly.

[boxbythebed]

Oh, right. The snow.

[the snow immediately around her, in fact, might actually sliiiightly melting]

[borncaptain]

I always feel amazing. Clearly this is a sign.

[boxbythebed]

Hi. I'm Jennifer.

[borncaptain]

Jim Kirk.

[boxbythebed]

What, like William Shatner?

[desserting]

[suddenly nearby! lol.]

Kids these days and their hygiene. Oi.

[boxbythebed]

Can it, schlubby. I don't want you ruining my mood.

[desserting]

Hey, I'm not here to harsh your mellow. I mean, Hot Topic chic is so you.

[boxbythebed]

I wear most things well.

[vidi_vici_veni]

[Pretty lady? Check.]

[Has that glow, if you know what I mean? Check.]

[...Blood?]

[Yes, check.]

Good evening, young lady~

[boxbythebed]

Excellent evening, old man.

[vidi_vici_veni]

Even more since you've arrived. I don't think I've met you yet.

[boxbythebed]

My name's Jennifer.

[itsstormmink]

[this would never have caught his eye if not for the blood]

Shishishi, it seems you must have an uncommon definition of 'amazing.'

[note the lack of obvious disapproval thus far.]

[boxbythebed]

Oh, please. Have you seen me?

[itsstormmink]

Oh, that wasn't backhanded for once. There's something else here...

[boxbythebed]

No. Just little ol' me.