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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ slipped under the door of each cabin, tent, makeshift shack, or other place of general resident today is what appears to be a quick survey printed on bright pink paper:

☐ yes
☐ no
☐ muffin ]

(( checking "muffin" gets you a muffin. yes and no get you nothing :( MINGLE ))

Comments

[pharmanoncon]

[when you're a precog... checks the muffin box]

[redemption_fail]

*looking around in confusion and down at your survey*

. . . What's a muffin?

[pharmanoncon]

[is holding a blueberry muffin now, gesturing with it]

Ah... food. Like a small cake.

[redemption_fail]

. . . It just appeared.

[pharmanoncon]

Yes, I filled in the survey, though I didn't quite expect it to be that literal about it. [lies]

[redemption_fail]

So you indicate you want a muffin and it appears . . .

[Seems too good to be true . . .]

[pharmanoncon]

Well... in this particular case, it seems so.

[redemption_fail]

. . .

*scratches a check mark on the "muffin" option with a stick*

[pharmanoncon]

[...how caveman of you-- I mean, what kind of muffin did you get?]

[redemption_fail]

[Look, he doesn't have a pen . . .]

*cranberry by the look of it*

. . . That's some sort of magic again.

[pharmanoncon]

[poor you]

Camp tends to lean that way, yes.

[redemption_fail]

And it's safe to eat?

[pharmanoncon]

It seems harmless enough, though this place can be mischievous. I doubt it'd be deadly, though.

[redemption_fail]

*considers it*

So you'll eat it?

[pharmanoncon]

[studies the muffin for a short moment, before taking a bite. nothing happens]

Yes, I think it's safe.

[redemption_fail]

[oh well--it's not like it could get any worse]

*has a bite*

. . . It's different from bread.