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[oils_and_stuff]

[There's a tiny redhead on a moped stopping someplace near you.]

Okay, I'm ready to admit I'm lost. Can I get a little help?

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[watchmycannon]

To the best of my ability.

[oils_and_stuff]

Thanks. Is there any way you could explain how I get out of here?

[watchmycannon]

Ah-- my apologies; you'll not find your way before Camp itself is ready to let you leave.

[oils_and_stuff]

That's what I keep hearing, but I was still kind of hoping...

[watchmycannon]

I am sorry to further dash your hopes, in that case. It is something we all struggle with, I assure you.

[oils_and_stuff]

Well, assuming that it's all true, what exactly do I do now?

[watchmycannon]

Well, obviously you will want to locate shelter for yourself. Camp may see to that, but it is generally much faster to ask around for vacancy in any of the available buildings.

Next, familiarize yourself with your surroundings and the rules thereof. I will help you with that, if you so desire.

[oils_and_stuff]

Alright.

[watchmycannon]

Most important is that you'll want to make other arrangements for food, each Tuesday. The food served those days is not meant for humans. Otherwise... if anything bizarre and upsetting happens, it is most likely perfectly normal, for here. That is the type of location you now find yourself in.

[oils_and_stuff]

Is it better not to ask for specifics?

[watchmycannon]

...Should you wake tomorrow to find yourself ten years younger, or older, or male, or a small animal, no one but perhaps yourself would be surprised.

[oils_and_stuff]

Right.

[sistercomplex]

Wonder if we can order one of those from the store.

[watchmycannon]

[laughs]

Would you get much use of it, when there is nowhere to travel to?

[sistercomplex]

I dunno. Tearing a moped through a cornfield might be kinda interesting.

[watchmycannon]

Such havoc you would wreck, I am quite sure.