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[painhumbles]

[Gabriel is wandering through the woods, because he's on his way to the cool counselor's party or... I dunno. Meeting someone for some secret rendezvous. You never know with him.]

Guys... And by guys, I mean the people in the, uh... Stupid small horse cabin. [That's the Tarpan Cabin, for those keeping score at home. Who the hell knows what's in that

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[leadsthestars]

You sound lost, Peacock-man.

[painhumbles]

I prefer to think of myself as... Momentarily directionally-challenged.

[leadsthestars]

So totally lost then, right?

[painhumbles]

Only technically!

[leadsthestars]

When it gets dark you can let the stars guide you.

[painhumbles]

Unless the stars are gonna sing a frickin' song about which way camp is, I don't think I speak their language.

[leadsthestars]

Go to a hill. Stand at the top of the hill. You'll be able to see the smoke from the campfires.

[painhumbles]

.....You're a genius.

[leadsthestars]

If it doesn't work, I'll send out a search party tomorrow morning.