[4th Wall players welcome]

[cenizasquedaran]

Buenas tardes. I am Agent Calavera, Camp's travel agent. Things are a bit of a mess right now, but if you remain patient, I'll be happy to get you back where you belong.

First, I will need your name. I don't have files on all of you.

((Mingle.))

Comments

[nosenolimits]

... What the Hell d'ya mean, "travel agent."

[cenizasquedaran]

I mean what I say, señor. I am here to guide the lost.

[nosenolimits]

Then are you the reason everyone's stuck here?!

[cenizasquedaran]

No. I'm a pencil-pusher compared to the real players.

[nosenolimits]

Great. So you're one of those sit back and let other people take action types, huh?

[cenizasquedaran]

I'm taking all the action I can. I'm in the same position you are.

[nosenolimits]

That's real comforting.

[ascendthethorns]

[IMMA SHARPENING MY GUNSWORD SOMEWHERE NEARBY and also eavesdropping since a) you're shouting and it's easy to overhear you and b) studying people is awesome.]

[nosenolimits]

[HEY NO I DON'T SHOUT SHUT UP! also I can hear that.]

... Hey.

[ascendthethorns]

[You hear nothing.]

Jet.

[nosenolimits]

... How's it hangin'?

[ascendthethorns]

[WELL MY SISTER WENT CRAZY, BUT...]

Was there something you wanted...?

[nosenolimits]

... Just wonderin' how you were doin', I guess. . .

[ascendthethorns]

... well enough.

Yourself?

[nosenolimits]

... I wanted to say ... sorry.

[ascendthethorns]

Very well, acknowledged - assuming, of course, that you cease your meddlesome ways.