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[obinormal]

O...kay! I was willing to believe I'd just stumbled across a weird new patch of woods when it was just the trees that were different, but when I start seeing rotting people stumbling around muttering for brains, I know I'm not on Roanoke any more. What is this place?

((Latest intro post ever augh

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[toxicological]

Welcome to camp. You'll get used to it.

[toxicological]

The only thing better is Christmas.

*up real close, whispering in her ear*

I'll give you a hint: look out for the mistletoe. It bites.

[obinormal]

[tense, muscles coiled to attack if necessary] Thanks for the warning. But I bite back.

[toxicological]

*soft laugh, not even slightly bothered*

Some people like that.

[obinormal]

Man, did it get badtouchy in here or is it just me?

[toxicological]

It must be just you.

[obinormal]

Right, whatever. You know, most people enjoy this thing they call personal space.

[toxicological]

Oh, I know.

*here, have your little personal bubble unmolested again*

Don't worry, you'll get used to a lack of it.

[obinormal]

I'd really rather not, thanks.

[toxicological]

Keep that up and you'll find yourself handcuffed to whoever you decide you most hate.

[obinormal]

I just got here, you know. Bit early for me to be making enemies.

[toxicological]

Oh, I don't know. I just walk in and five minutes later people want to see me in Arkham.

[obinormal]

Must be your winning personality.

[toxicological]

All part of my natural charm.

[obinormal]

What's Arkham, anyway? Some kind of jail?

[toxicological]

Arkham Asylum, for the very, very bad.