itp: the future is in your backyard

[theskyenceguy]

[TODAY, a jalopy is headed straight for you! It probably swerves at the last minute and does a circuit around camp, coming to a stop in front of a crowd of politely applauding zombies.]

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you convert your standard combustible engine into one that runs on bio-fuel made from corn.

[introoooo. ETA: out for

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[legally_blond]

[...what]

[theskyenceguy]

[...Snackoo'd]

[legally_blond]

[ka-tonk'd]

Haha. Welcome to Camp.

[theskyenceguy]

Thanks, I guess.

[munchmunchmunch]

[legally_blond]

So, what job were you given?

[theskyenceguy]

"Forensics Investigator." The quotation marks were because the corpses keep walking around even after they're dead, I think.

[legally_blond]

Ach, that's not too bad! Some of the jobs they give out make no sense at all.

[theskyenceguy]

What job are you supposed to have?

[legally_blond]

Stage Manager.

[theskyenceguy]

...A key part of this place's workforce, then.

[legally_blond]

Absolutely. They'd be lost without me.

[theskyenceguy]

Does this place even have a stage?

[legally_blond]

Of course it does. Has for a few months now.

...not that I know where it is at the moment, but I'm sure it's around here somewhere.

[theskyenceguy]

...You're the Stage Manager and you lost the stage?

[legally_blond]

It's more like everything got relocated in the big move, and some are in different places now.

[theskyenceguy]

Can't even do your job properly here.