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[ofhisword]

[Today in the Fabled Center of Camp (tm), there is a booth with a rather large sign:

THE FEELINGS DOCTORS* ARE IN
* we have hundreds to thousands of years of experience in this field. trust us!

The two people who are seated behind the booth do not look pleased.]

[Elijah and Katherine will both be tagging! we out!]

Comments

[sharpesthorn]

. . . I hope you didn't make that ridiculous sign.

[sharpesthorn]

Hopefully, you'll find someone willing to fetch one for you.

[impiersonate]

I'll be working on that.

[sharpesthorn]

Good luck.

[impiersonate]

Thank you.

[ofhisword]

Certainly not.

[sharpesthorn]

Camp, then.

How long have you been there?

[ofhisword]

Perhaps . . . no longer than an hour at most. It appears to be, mm, playing with us.

[sharpesthorn]

Camp does that. It should release you in time.

[ofhisword]

I surmised as much.

[sharpesthorn]

[glancing at Katherine]

A friend of yours?

[ofhisword]

I wouldn't say that.

[sharpesthorn]

What would you say?

[ofhisword]

A . . . very old acquaintance.

[sharpesthorn]

Ruka Souen.

You're new here, aren't you?

[ofhisword]

Elijah.

That's correct.