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[baconstripping]

[It's a bit of a chilly night in Camp. Luckily, a homey fireplace seems to have sprung up in the Mess Hall, along with hot cider and the faint sound of jazz music.

In a far corner, a man is carving a flute. How are you spending your fall evening?]

(( mingle!! ))

Comments

[cakeon]

[ I AM ALL HUDDLED UP NEAR THE FIREPLACE

I want some smores ]

[cakeon]

. . . Hello. [ gives him a shy wave ]

[skepticalities]

Can I . . . do you mind if I sit down?

[cakeon]

Not really... You can sit down if you want.

[skepticalities]

[nods at that and sits. he's bandaged up quite a bit - fingers, wrists, neck, etc.]

Thanks.

[cakeon]

[ looks at him, and then looks away!! she does this for a short while. ]

[skepticalities]

[looks down at his hands awkwardly for a few minutes, and then clears his throat.]

I, um- I wanted to apologize.

[cakeon]

You're back to normal now?

[skepticalities]

[nods quietly.]

[cakeon]

Welcome back!

[skepticalities]

Thanks. Um.

[cakeon]

Oh! Oh! I have something I want to show you!

[skepticalities]

You do?

[cakeon]

[ gets her cellphone out from her pocket and clicks some stuff, and then shows a picture to Lincoln! ]

I drew it on a wall! I think it was vandalizing, but everyone else was doing it, so it was okay.

[skepticalities]

. . . it's cute.

[cakeon]

I was going to draw Mister Lee too, but drawing a duck was hard.