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[veryscaryrobot]

It's dark outside, and the lake is an unmoving moonlit silhouette against its shadowy backdrop of trees, grass, and the occasional red-eyed bunny. Mostly unmoving -- every few minutes shadows flicker over it, a little too rhythmic for branches: someone is dancing, halfway between the shore and the forest

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[tragic_mask]

Being who she is, Melpomene can appreciate the rhythm.

So she watches the shadows, from the shoreline.

[veryscaryrobot]

Either the dancer isn't particularly self-conscious, or she doesn't notice that she has an audience. A fair amount of time passes before she pauses, arms still raised in first position, and looks across the grass at Melpomene.

[tragic_mask]

Melpomene waves, idly, from her seat in the grass.

Hey, it's comfortable.

[veryscaryrobot]

Cameron slowly lowers her arms.

She doesn't wave back.