*because timespace means nothing and Ken told me to*
[It's midnight, and for once, Camp Fuck You Die is peaceful, and silent, save for small, nighttime sounds. Among these include the occasional snore from a cabin, or a creak of a sentient tree. Among these are the heavy, but quiet footfalls of Carrot as he proceeds along a beat of his own design, checking for dangers and crime, but as mentioned, everything is at peace. So.
There's a slight sound of metal scraping against metal, and an intake of breath...]
*CLANGACLANGACLANGACLANGACLANGA--*
[--goes the heavy, brass, handheld bell--]
IT'S TWELVE O'CLOCK AND AAAAALL'S WEEEEELLLL!
[--goes Carrot.]
((He's near the cabins. Quite near indeed. Which cabins? YOUR CABINS.))
((And I'm asleep. I'll pick up any threads if need be later, but, I'll be away for a couple of days. Mwah all.))
There's a slight sound of metal scraping against metal, and an intake of breath...]
*CLANGACLANGACLANGACLANGACLANGA--*
[--goes the heavy, brass, handheld bell--]
IT'S TWELVE O'CLOCK AND AAAAALL'S WEEEEELLLL!
[--goes Carrot.]
((He's near the cabins. Quite near indeed. Which cabins? YOUR CABINS.))
((And I'm asleep. I'll pick up any threads if need be later, but, I'll be away for a couple of days. Mwah all.))