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[weaponvexed]

[MEANWHILE, OUT IN THE FIELDS--

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[chicksdigfuzz]

[EXPLOSIONS ARE AFOOT have a teenager teleporting nearby]

Wait, who started without me? That's not how you do cow-tipping, guys.

[weaponvexed]

[I wish that was more surprising to me]

Don't tell me this is routine.

[chicksdigfuzz]

Nah. I just saw the explosion and figured someone got ahead of me in cow-tipping. It was on our list of exciting camp things to do.

[weaponvexed]

Well, I think that's enough excitement for one day, kid. And you might need some new hobbies.

[runstowardsfire]

*from where she has dived behind a hedge for cover*

. . . What was that for?

[weaponvexed]

Beats me.

[kicks the head away]

[runstowardsfire]

It wasn't doing anything, was it?

*picking herself up when no more explosions are forthcoming*

[weaponvexed]

Other than exploding? Not that I could tell.

[mind_over_metal]

*GUESS WHO NEVER FORGETS A FACE*

...oh.

((PLACEHOLDER))

[weaponvexed]

[you are asking the wrong person, buddy]

So, that happen a lot around here?

[mind_over_metal]

Not infrequently. So you're... on the job out here?

[weaponvexed]

That's what all the damn paperwork I got says.

[nightangelca]

MARRIED TO HUGH JACKMAN AS OF NOW

[weaponvexed]

Good for you.

[nightangelca]

Can you do a song and dance? Please?

[easybreezyidiot]

[omg wolverine

omg]

[weaponvexed]

[really more preoccupied with kicking the head off into the corn right now.]

[easybreezyidiot]

[suddenly she's standing in front of you]

Oh my god, are you seriously who I think you are?

[weaponvexed]

[oh, small child]

I don't know, am I?