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[head_downstairs]

[Today in the fabled center of camp there are two siblings forced on a chair behind a desk. There are lots and lots of forms and pens on the desk, and above them there is a giant banner reading:

LOOKING FOR BOYFRIENDS
Please read all the necessary requirements before applying.If you were to pick up one of the sheets of paper, you would read the

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[runstowardsfire]

[Is this how they do it in other places? :|a]

*has read the paper*

. . . What's a "t-sundere"?

[runstowardsfire]

Ah, but do the people in Camp know about it?

[kepthishead]

Enough do.

[runstowardsfire]

[Enough will after today, certainly.]

Things don't remain secrets for long here.

[kepthishead]

I know that! But this is just tacky.

[runstowardsfire]

Tacky as in distasteful? Camp certainly is that.

[kepthishead]

Inappropriate was what I meant.

[runstowardsfire]

That too. *memories of Mandatory Naked Day are still fresh* This is a very inappropriate place.

[kepthishead]

...I'm Elliot. Elliot Nightray. This is my older sister, Vanessa.

[runstowardsfire]

Tiffany Aching. *nods to* I'm a witch.

[kepthishead]

Really? Good or bad?

[runstowardsfire]

I'm surprised that people here have to ask. The only bad ones are the one who go mad and start poisoning apples. Normal witches don't do that.

[kepthishead]

In this place, I've found being direct is the only way to find out what you need to know.

[runstowardsfire]

A wise policy. Are you a nobleman of some sort?

[kepthishead]

Yes.

[runstowardsfire]

Violence seems to be a part of noblemen's lives even in other places.