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Okay, I guess we're set.
Everybody, the second not-annual and randomly occurring Camp Fuck You Die screw dance is officially open for business. We're in the...mutated inflatable gay bar.
There's a sentence I never wanted to say. But yeah. Stop on by. There's punch.
((OOC: Extra rambling at this post--go and link your threads! The inflatable gay bar has indeed mutated to be big enough for however many people show up, and is outfitted with speakers playing dance music, snacks and punch from the mess hall, a stage for Bad Luck if they want it, and a large dance floor. And Buffy and Clark probably got rid of all the gay porn, but who knows.
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Everybody, the second not-annual and randomly occurring Camp Fuck You Die screw dance is officially open for business. We're in the...mutated inflatable gay bar.
There's a sentence I never wanted to say. But yeah. Stop on by. There's punch.
((OOC: Extra rambling at this post--go and link your threads! The inflatable gay bar has indeed mutated to be big enough for however many people show up, and is outfitted with speakers playing dance music, snacks and punch from the mess hall, a stage for Bad Luck if they want it, and a large dance floor. And Buffy and Clark probably got rid of all the gay porn, but who knows.
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