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[mindlessvandal]

[TODAY IN CAMP, WHY... YOU MIGHT FIND THAT SOMETHING ODD IS HAPPENING! As you near the center of camp, something pops up behind you. And that thing is:

EMBARRASSING CHILDHOOD PHOTO(S) OF YOUR CHARACTER, floating beside them, refusing to go away.

It's like a nightmare-fueled waltz through every horrible yearbook photo they've ever taken]

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[fomicrymeariver]

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[fomicrymeariver]

... Well enough, one supposes.

[takeme2urpants]

Mm. ♥ That is preferable to the alternative.

[Looking around] Has this ever happened, before? It seems a more benign version of the flowers...

[fomicrymeariver]

Not to my knowledge. The flowers, you say?

[takeme2urpants]

Some sort of flower that would project video of embarrassing moments. They have appeared once or twice, to my knowledge.

[fomicrymeariver]

I can't say I've experienced that particular bloom personally. But I suppose this place is only trying to remind us that one should maintain a healthy sense of humour about oneself.

[campcookudie]

Did you make a habit out of beheading dolls in your younger days?

[fomicrymeariver]

[sigh]

Hardly, Your Highness. I made a habit of fixing them.

[campcookudie]

Is that so? So you used to play with them as well?

[fomicrymeariver]

Occasionally. A the request of my younger sister.

[campcookudie]

That was nice of you. Your sister must have appreciated it.

[fomicrymeariver]

Well, I suppose she must have.

[campcookudie]

[looking at the photo again...]

You certainly were quite a cute child. It's surprising to think there was a time when even you could be described as such.

[fomicrymeariver]

I'll accept the compliment, but I'll have you know both the men and women of my battalion find me quite attractive even to this day.

[campcookudie]

That's not the sort of thing I need to know.

[fomicrymeariver]

Ah, need is nothing in the face of generousity.