[it's quiet. to beat the dead cliché, perhaps too quiet. one half of camp is locked in a deceased madman's basement, the other is still being terrorized by evidently magical Canadians. to describe the current atmosphere of Camp Fuck You Die as "awkward" would be a marked understatement.
but the silence is being broken. the speakers throughout camp are crackling to life to broadcast a private conversation between siblings. ha ha,
if you thought camp was awkward before...]
((What the subject says. Feel free to comment as usual, obv. ♥ The rest of the anniversary plot finishes up tomorrow night.))