[this evening, an expansive dance floor has sprung up in the middle of Camp, a large disco ball hanging precariously above; music along
these lines plays from some unseen source. you find yourself mysteriously compelled to dance, feet moving of their own accord, raggin' it with anyone else out here on the hop. when do you think you'll be able to stop?
oh, but don't mind the young redhead on the floor whose shoes are tapping to the rhythm of every song playing--especially if you're squeamish, because he's covered from head to toe in something sticky and crimson...]
((abruptly passing out. will pick up all new and old threads tomorrow! in the meantime, tag in, mingle, have fun. ♥))