005 - [Action]

[triggered_it]

[A camper, who looks to be about sixteen turning seventeen, or maybe seventeen already, is sitting on a large wooden chest. He actually just turned fifteen, but no one need know that. He wants to be reading a book right now, something poetic or maybe something strange, but books are for smart children, and he doesn't want to appear too clever, not

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You see what I did there?

[victimofnoone]

[Hayley strides up beside Adrian, the same image of intellectual wealth as the boy, and sits beside him without bothering to ask. For once, she appears nearer to her age, about 16, and she holds out the book he has asked to borrow; Dostoevsky. She scoffs as a boy goes running by.]

"I apologize for being late. My joker of a boyfriend kept me. He wanted me to help him catch rats-- as if! He can be so disarmingly disgusting at times." [She shakes her head, then perches her chin on the back of her fingers.]

[victimofnoone]

"Police or just opportunists?" [Her face is as even and uncomfortable as his and she watches him. Adrian will know what her question really means: SS or profiteers?]

[triggered_it]

Opportunists. [Meaning chemists. Yep.]

[victimofnoone]

[Awkward.]

"I understand why you want to build your own company."

[triggered_it]

Thank you.

I appreciate that. But let's not talk about this again, yes?

[victimofnoone]

"Agreed."

[Another awkward pause.]

"I'm going to go try to find Jay. I'll talk to you later, alright? Maybe we can share the next meal in the dining cabin."

[triggered_it]

Alright. I'll have Ingrid deliver something so we don't have to eat the camp food.

[victimofnoone]

Thank you.

[She stands and preens for a moment before gliding away.]