Well, I think I've got a good enough lay of the land and the people on it. . . So, I suppose it's time I get to work! I wouldn't want to do a disservice to my remarkable resume that landed me this job as opposed to our new, and exceedingly qualified, Guard Dog.
Hello, darling campers! I am your Camp Appreciation Counselor. Please, hold your shock and sarcasm as I come bearing a slightly less important announcement. It seems the store has misplaced its shipment of Marlboros and assorted brands of cigarettes. So, the people on an island in an undisclosed location will be enjoying them while we make great use of their misplaced sunblock. It pains me to be the bearer of bad news, but we will simply have to strengthen our resolve til the next shipment finds it's way to us.
[lighting a cigarette] Now, on appreciation, when you take things for granted, then you don't learn how to appreciate it properly. -And that's enough for today! You can leave all complaints with my secretary, Castiel. I think he has something to do with advising on faith, but I don't think there's much of that to do around here. So, keep him busy as he is a workaholic and would not what to do otherwise, children. ♥
[[Ignore as you like, but those who want to play along. . . Not a cigarette to be found in all of camp! Oh, my! This is a co-intro, for the record, so expect slowness. Also, we can has your Satanic and angelic pings. . . And she's wearing
this number. We are both dead dead dead and will pick up as we are able. THANK YOU ALL FOR THE TAGS.]]