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[cameronbaum]

[Sometime during the day, Cameron can be found hauling several large slabs of wood around, gathering sacks of sand, plundering the general store, and/or setting up shop right outside House 36 in her quest to build a new kitchen table. The old one died in Jenny's last desperate bid for freedom, and lacking any other way to help her housemate's

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[james_morph]

[Weird child-thing with immense piles of wood... /investigate time]

Hey, what're you doing?

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[cameronbaum]

[Cameron looks up, squinting at him for a moment before her memory answers her mental query and she nods in recognition]

Hello James Lancing. I am making a table. [she looks down at her work impassively] Hopefully.

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[james_morph]

Just James, really. The formality is a little weird..

You're... making a table. Well, interesting. [Man this chick was weird, James' gonna crouch down nearby and look at her progress curiously] Why?

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[cameronbaum]

I will remember that.

[and here she was under the impression that building static objects fit for civilian use would be something defined under the generous umbrella of 'normal']

Yes. My housemate was kidnapped. The table was broken in the fight.