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[dr_mcdere]

*Regardless if you've been in Camp for five months or five years, one of those banned things at least has got to be eating away at you. What is it that you crave most? Sugar? Flashlights? Sex? Whatever it is, there's a picture of you engaging in it tacked up on a board in the Center of Camp.

Hope that's okay with you.*

(Right, my battery is low,

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[dr_mcdere]

*looking in shock at this nsfw picture of him and Hiro*

[touch_sensitive]

...

[dr_mcdere]

*...t-tugging at it.*

It won't come off!!

[touch_sensitive]

Then stand in front of it and never move.

[easybreezyidiot]

[there is a picture of her eating one of those sugary dessert shooters.

AT APPLEBEE'S.

double the emotional pain!!]

[dr_mcdere]

That looks tasty.

[easybreezyidiot]

They're delicious.

[dr_mcdere]

I guess they're not the same with splenda.

[ooovertimepay]

[there can really only be one correct and appropriate response to seeing pictures of yourself getting laid]

Whoever is responsible for this owes me royalty money.

[dr_mcdere]

*glance--nowaitlookingaway*

[ooovertimepay]

[:|]

[dr_mcdere]

Some of them come off, I think.

[takeme2urpants]

[Having sex, lit only by flashlights, covered in sugary frosting]

Goodness, I don't even remember that one. Who is that in the back, there?

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[dont_ingest]

. . . .

[takeme2urpants]

Oh it's Jackson, isn't it? The Androsynth twin--or are they all technically twins?

Hello, Garrus.

[dont_ingest]

I'll just. Um. Leave you be.

[needsahandjob]

[it sure is a photo! A photo of a group of teenagers at a cafe in casual clothes...well, mostly. You may recognize Julian and Cessily, but you may not recognize the boy made of rocks, the Afghani girl wearing a niqab, the Puerto Rican boy with dreads or the emo white boy that Cess is sneaking glances at. There's paper everywhere, and Julian is gesturing with the pen he's holding in his hand, a cup of coffee in the other. Cess has one too, though the more observant would notice a puddle near her feet.

Julian looks at it, before flipping it over]

[needs_a_hg]

[too slow! someone saw that before he flipped it]

Yours or mine?

[needsahandjob]

[shrugs]

Yours?

[needs_a_hg]

I don't know. I think if it were mine, I'd probably be drinking the coffee.