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[fuckyou_chorus]

[Today, in the fabled center of camp, there is a table with a big sparkling sign that says, very simply,

YOU'RE FREE!

Below the sign, on the table, is a neat stack of cards. This looks totally legit, right?]

(OOC: the cards, when taken, actually just turn into a sprig of mistletoe that hovers over your head and won't go away. :'D ENJOY)

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[waylaidvagrant]

[Oh, here is that very rude boy who loves shouting. You decide you will approach him to give him the ETIQUETTE BOOK that you pilfered you mean borrowed from the library in case of a manners emergency.

The thought of that terrible kissing weed doesn't even enter your well-intentioned mind.]

[threshprince]

OH FUCK NO
YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY

[waylaidvagrant]

[You shake your head and continue marching forward. You have a job to do here!

...Unfortunately you end up marching far closer than you intended to.]

[threshprince]

ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED?
I TOLD YOU TO STAY THE FUCK AWAY, YOU ASSHOLE.
NOW LOOK AT THIS
LOOK AT WHAT MISFORTUNE YOUR STUPID CARAPACED NOOK HAS BROUGHT
WITH THE FUCKING KISSWEED ALL OVER THE PLACE AND NOW I'M STUCK WITH YOU OF ALL THE FUCKING THINGS IN CAMP.
HOLY SHIT I THINK ONE OF THE SHAMBLING UNDEAD MIGHT ACTUALLY BE PREFERABLE.
THEY'D HAVE BETTER BREATH.

[waylaidvagrant]

[You kiss that boy. You kiss that boy right now!
Through the haze of weed-induced kisspassion you wonder if maybe this will make his grating shouty noises stop for at least a little while.]

[threshprince]

You make a truly spirited attempt to continue your grating shouty noises even into the weed-induced kisspassion.

[waylaidvagrant]

[This makes for an even lousier kiss than the others you've endured so far. With the throws of kisspassion now satisfied, you immediately pull back and shove your borrowed ETIQUETTE BOOK directly into the boy's loud, shouty face.]

[threshprince]

[waylaidvagrant]

[You hope this DOOF OF MANNERFICATION will serve to get your point across.]