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[boxbythebed]

[From the general direction of the woods, Jennifer is walking back towards the main part of camp. She looks, in contrast to the last few weeks, fabulous; full hair, moving as if blown by an invisible wind machines, skin that's so healthy it's practically glowing, and a little ~*~twinkle~*~ in her eyes.]

God, I feel amazing. Who else here feels

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[vidi_vici_veni]

[Pretty lady? Check.]

[Has that glow, if you know what I mean? Check.]

[...Blood?]

[Yes, check.]

Good evening, young lady~

[vidi_vici_veni]

...I'm 2,800 years old.

[boxbythebed]

...So, like. Super illegal, yeah?

[vidi_vici_veni]

But I feel as fit as men 1/100 my age!

[boxbythebed]

Not happening, pops.

[vidi_vici_veni]

They say Italians are the greatest lovers in the world. Where do you think they got it from?

[boxbythebed]

Keep trying.

[vidi_vici_veni]

[resisting just makes Rome want it more~]

[boxbythebed]

I'm sure there are some zombie hookers that'll like you well enough.

[vidi_vici_veni]

If you can get past the stink.

[boxbythebed]

Oh yeah, that. And the crumbly bits.