VACATION.

[fuckyou_chorus]

[on this cold January day, a number of campers and counselors may find a mysterious letter laying somewhere - their bed in their cabin, the dresser of their hotel room, amidst the quasi-risque magazines they've amassed in their magical hidey-hole - somewhere where they'll definitely see it

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[zaftard]

[I AM SO OUT, BITCHES]

[which means Yzak is making his way toward the barrier right now for anybody who might spot him]

[zaftard]

[okay, you I can stop for]

[nodding at her] Raine.

[zaftard]

That's right. It looks like this ... could be an annual thing.

[zaftard]

Did you go last year?

[zaftard]

They really kept their word with that.

Will you be going home this year?

[zaftard]

The same. I somehow doubt much, if any time's passed at all back home. But aside from more recreational time spent, I want to make sure things would be properly taken care of if for some reason things started moving again.

[zaftard]

I'm not sure myself. But that is one thing I'm grateful for if I have to be stuck here.

[zaftard]

What sort of matters are you taking care of?