fair wear and tear.

[fuckyousoleil]

[a while ago, it was as if a hole dropped out in the middle of Camp. Then everything shifted back into place, as if nothing had ever been wrong

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[thekingsgambit]

[That is rather interesting...

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[fuckyousoleil]

[isn't it just.]

[crisscrossing]

[it's always investigate o'clock!!]

Hello?

[fuckyousoleil]

[turns to look at him]

Oh, hello.

[crisscrossing]

H-hey! I'm new-ish and I'm just wondering, since you look like you know what you're doing maybe--could you tell me what's up with... this whole set up? It's kinda random, yanno?

[fuckyousoleil]

Random? As in, misplaced, not supposed to be here? Or just odd?

[ofhisword]

[. . . steps up to the fair quietly, glancing around.]

[fuckyousoleil]

[watching him looking around, sitting on the admissions stand desk, one leg folded over the other.]

Hmmm . . .

[ofhisword]

[and after a few moments, he approaches the stand.]

Problems with the maintenance workers?

[fuckyousoleil]

You know, they never show up on time?

[fuckyousoleil]

Whatever does it look like to you?

[fuckyousoleil]

A prison farm. What a miserable way to put it. If that's the case, perhaps it's here to brighten your day.

[certifiably]

Whew. The place let itself go a bit. Well, as long as the cotton candy isn't any worse for the wear...!

[fuckyousoleil]

I'm sure it hasn't suffered. Though perhaps we should get the painters in . . .

[certifiably]

Not to take care of the cotton candy, I hope.

[fuckyousoleil]

[chuckles]

That mostly tends itself.