Not so much like a ghost story.
[It is a calm, pleasant day here at Camp Fuck You Die, and you are cheerfully doing whatever-it-is that keeps you busy -- when suddenly the temperature drops a few degrees and a chill runs down your spine! A tense silence, and there is the distinct impression of someone -- something -- hovering just. Over. Your shoulder--]
Hello! ...what are you doing?
((Celing Secret is watching you fap! Or whatever you're up to. Piggybacking off the new round to do Secret's belated intro -- time/space in effect, so wherever you are, at whatever time, that's where she is, too. New voice, so slowness expected -- feel free to mingle if you choose a place where others would be!))
((also count this as the official de-hiatus notice for Ladd and Secret))
((eta: OKAY, calling it for the night, thanks guys! Will pick up stray threads tomorrow before work))
Hello! ...what are you doing?
((Celing Secret is watching you fap! Or whatever you're up to. Piggybacking off the new round to do Secret's belated intro -- time/space in effect, so wherever you are, at whatever time, that's where she is, too. New voice, so slowness expected -- feel free to mingle if you choose a place where others would be!))
((also count this as the official de-hiatus notice for Ladd and Secret))
((eta: OKAY, calling it for the night, thanks guys! Will pick up stray threads tomorrow before work))