*I have CANDY children. You know you want it.*

[artist_of_anger]

[At first, the noise is but a faint humming from the western woods. For each passing moment the humming grows and grows until it is a loud rumbling, like a mudslide or avalanche it draws nearer and nearer with no indications of slowing down. And then they burst forward: A vast procession of mining carts careening towards Boys Cabin One until they

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[fingeroflife]

*Jak's coming back to camp in spectacular fashion. must be Tuesday. Personal raincloud, get?*

[artist_of_anger]

Precursors bless the sweet-tooths.

[fingeroflife]

Or something of the like.

You are not injured?

[artist_of_anger]

I'm in one piece. Just tired...

... It's been a year.

[fingeroflife]

So it has. A year and a week, for me.

[artist_of_anger]

... You're an April-arrival too?

[fingeroflife]

The first of April, as it happens.

[artist_of_anger]

... You didn't get set up too, did you?

[fingeroflife]

...set up?

[artist_of_anger]

Pranks. You know... zombie welcoming committe? Gorilla's pointing you to the lake? Showers covering you in pink gunk and setting you on fire... nothing like that?

[fingeroflife]

Ah. As I recall, it was a malevolent spirit attempting to devour my eyeballs and gorilla-souls animating Tang.

[artist_of_anger]

... Yeah, that pretty much covers it. April 1st. Hell of a day to be introduced to camp.

... Is it a holiday back at your world too? Most holidays here are.

[fingeroflife]

It is sacred to trickster-spirit and the elder folk. For the rest of us, it is irritating but harmless, in the main.

[artist_of_anger]

Elder folk?

[fingeroflife]

The denizens of the realm of onyx, or some of them; pixies, unicorns, the cold folk and the like.

[artist_of_anger]

Oh. So, not a day where old people go around and play tricks on kids.