[endless dance]

[solipsismmortal]

[this evening, an expansive dance floor has sprung up in the middle of Camp, a large disco ball hanging precariously above; music along these lines plays from some unseen source. you find yourself mysteriously compelled to dance, feet moving of their own accord, raggin' it with anyone else out here on the hop. when do you think you'll be able to

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[gameoverrestart]

It's a dance. Do you want to join in?

[gameoverrestart]

[. . . ow?]

Of course. Let go already.

[littlestdeath]

[lets go]

Have a little more faith in me than that.

[gameoverrestart]

Don't ask the impossible.

[littlestdeath]

It's not impossible! You're just being cranky.

[gameoverrestart]

Call it whatever you like. It's realism.

[littlestdeath]

No, you're just irritable because you haven't been sleeping properly and I'm not doing what you want me to.

[gameoverrestart]

[now you can bite me]

Are you done yet?

[littlestdeath]

[trying to think of a comeback...]

...I guess.

[gameoverrestart]

Good.

[can . . . escape?!]

[littlestdeath]

[still trying to think of some kind of comeback, so yes.]