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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ You might notice more and more people getting oddly touchy with each other, along with their strange red welts and cuts on their wrists, fingers, necks, arms... they might scratch them occasionally. Except when in the presence of a special person, of course.

Today, however, Marcy is... knitting? So many red tentacle-warmers. Aww. ]

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[skinofalizard]

[currently sitting in the mess hall, staring at an uneaten apple. pretty obvious cuts on his wrists, shoulder, and fingers on his right hand.

he's pretty antsy, for a lizard]

[copyrightabuser]

[Ahh, good! He had thought to check the mess hall again since people tend to find their way there eventually. He couldn't really explain the anxiety he'd been feeling since they last spoke, but it seems to melt away once he spots Victor there. Quickly, he heads over to his table]

Ah, is it all right if I sit here?

[skinofalizard]

[oh thank god]

Yeah. Of course.

[copyrightabuser]

Thank you very much!

[he sits, then!]

[moextispicy]

[feeling oh so very itchy. Visibly irritated as she scratches her throat, looking for someone. You can probably see visible cuts on her hands, although otherwise she's bundled up pretty well]

[certifiably]

[NEVER TOO FAR......

draping on from behind, and thanks to the power of gloves and a necklace, the cuts on her aren't readily visible]

You really shouldn't wander off without telling me.

[moextispicy]

[quits scratching, starts debating the merits of stepping on] Then you'll just have to keep up, won't you?

[certifiably]

Or I'll just have to lock you up so you can't get away. [giggle giggle] Doesn't that sound a little fun?

MEANWHILE, AT THE TOURIST OFFICE

[putyaswordson]

[ two Nakai-voiced swordsmen are hanging out together. this one with his hand on Zoro's welted arm. ]

[sadomasokillhim]

Hijikata-san.

[putyaswordson]

[ JUMPS and whips his head around... throwing his neck out ]

Fuck! Get out of here!

[sadomasokillhim]

I live here too, you know.

[ridestherider]

[Absently rubbing her wrist. :|a]

It knits?

[gameoverorbust]

[idly scratching a cut on his cheek while looking at Marcy]

I guess that's what the red string was about, huh.

[telapathy]

[fidgetyyy, rubbing at his wrist]

Do you think?

[gameoverorbust]

[...totally picking at the scab]

Camp likes to fuck with us, right? So it turns out it was nothing after all.

[telapathy]

Don't do that. I guess so.