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[crisscrossing]

[It's snowing lightly, the gorillas are frolicking, Marcy might be wearing jumbo-size tentacle mittens--and someone short and irresponsible is headed across camp with a saw.

SO WHAT SHENANIGANS ARE YOU UP TO THIS SATURDAY, CAMP?]

(( feel free to use this for any and all mingling purposes! I'LL BE AROUND ))

Comments

[kepthishead]

[in the library, involved in a deathglaring match with a particularly violent book]

[theskyenceguy]

Are you hoping to develop laser eyes?

[kepthishead]

Develop what?

[theskyenceguy]

You looked like you were trying to set that book on fire.

[kepthishead]

It tried to take my hand off.

[theskyenceguy]

They do that. Anyways, I'm your counselor.

[kepthishead]

I know. I saw the photographs.

[theskyenceguy]

Great. I'm detective Ema Skye. Nice to meet you, uh... Elliot?

[kepthishead]

Yes, I'm Elliot Nightray. Were you told what we were meant to talk about?

[theskyenceguy]

It's supposed to be whatever you want.

[kepthishead]

I don't have anything I'd want to talk about to a stranger.

[theskyenceguy]

It doesn't have to be personal stuff.

[kepthishead]

It may not have to, but that is the point behind this, isn't it?

[theskyenceguy]

Do you want to talk about personal stuff?

[littlestdeath]

[smacks the book with the butt of her scythe]

Stop teasing it, jeez.

[kepthishead]

I'm not teasing it!