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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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[borncaptain]

I always feel amazing. Clearly this is a sign.

[boxbythebed]

Hi. I'm Jennifer.

[borncaptain]

Jim Kirk.

[boxbythebed]

What, like William Shatner?

[borncaptain]

Who?

[boxbythebed]

Has-been old guy in a girdle. Nevermind~

You got some purdy eyes.

[borncaptain]

Do I? I can't say I've noticed.

[boxbythebed]

Liar.

[borncaptain]

Okay, maybe sometimes.

[boxbythebed]

Atta boy. I don't like guys who don't own their obvious self-obsession.

[borncaptain]

I wasn't trying too hard anyway.

[boxbythebed]

So, what brings you to a shithole like camp?

[borncaptain]

Work.

[boxbythebed]

Ew.

[borncaptain]

I know.

[boxbythebed]

Well, my sympathies, Mr. Kirk. At least the people here are nice.