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[fu_noobspeaker]

Well howdy there, campers and counselors! Looks like we're doin' a bit of tweakin' to our good ol' hirin' policy. I know some of y'all have had a problem doin' your jobs without the proper materials, so I sent a letter to the boss-lady askin' for some help, and she sent me back confetti! Gosh, isn't she sweet

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[tobethemiracle]

[who needs umbrellas when you're just getting soaked to the skin and having a conversation with the rain.]

Really? Wow. That's really rude of them.

[hawkwardmoment]

It could be worse. They could have lightning strike down upon us ominously too.

[tobethemiracle]

Wha - oh, yeah. That'd be pretty nice. Hi, you look familiar. Do I know you?

[hawkwardmoment]

I'm not sure. Was I drunk when I met you?

[its_fa_fate]

[That didn't sound good at all.]

I guess I'll be staying in the mess hall until it's over.

[its_fa_fate]

Oh...

[Things I shouldn't be doing for too long include staring in wonder]

[Okay, now is following suit.]

[wetfortono]

[somebody can't resist going outside just to watch the storm brew]

[boxbythebed]

Fuck!

[bitchester]

[suddenly, an umbrella over her head!]

C'mon, let's get you inside.

[boxbythebed]

...Inside where?

[bitchester]

Library, the Mess Hall--the Busted Ball? Take your pick.

[velocivector]

[Using an umbrella on his way to the library, trying to be careful of his footing because lol cane and lol mud. This looks wrong to anyone who knows him for two reasons. One, he's not redirecting the rain away from him. Two, it's a really girly umbrella that's pink with frills along the edges.]