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[Some would call this "the calm before the storm." A good four, maybe five hours before the countdown hits zero, and camp itself is rather . . . peaceful, in some respects. Perhaps even too quiet, as campers and counselors and alien interlopers either prepare for combat or make their way to underground safehouses. The air is cool, still, and the

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[runstowardsfire]

*finishes up a few letters she's been working on*

[onmychest]

[ well she WAS flying around, but spots Tiffany ]

Hey.

[runstowardsfire]

*waves*

Hello.

*folds up another letter and slots it into an envelope*

[onmychest]

Letters?

[runstowardsfire]

Yes--I always write letters when I'm away. For my family and friends.

*there's even one envelope marked "SWALK"*

What are you doing this evening then?

[onmychest]

Knitting. I promised I'd make costumes for some people.

[runstowardsfire]

That sounds nice--what sort of costumes?

Sorry about the delay, but the kitten might have to wait until this is over.

[onmychest]

They're supposed to be costumes to wear today, but I'm going to fix them up afterward and make them look nice.

And that's fine, I don't mind the wait.

[runstowardsfire]

Sewing and knitting takes more time to do if you're going for details.

I expect you'd be going with the fighters or heroes later?

[onmychest]

Yeah.

[ nods ] I can't really just sit and wait.

[runstowardsfire]

I'm probably with the healers and doctors on the surface.

Be careful up there.

[onmychest]

You too. I really hope you won't have too many patients.

[runstowardsfire]

I hope so too.

Have you had dinner yet?

[onmychest]

I haven't even thought about eating.

[runstowardsfire]

It's all a bit nerve-wracking, but if there is something coming, it might be better to face it on a full stomach.

[onmychest]

. . . yeah. We'll need all the strength we can get.