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[iscrewtothink]

[somewhere out in the open, in the main center of activity, there is a mad scientist with a screw in his head. some of you delightful campers and counselors who have been around for a while may recognize him! He is armed with a laptop and a maniacal grin

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[jerkchester]

Stein?!

[iscrewtothink]

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Dean Winchester~ Is that you?

Ah, no. It is. I can tell~

[jerkchester]

When did you get here?

[iscrewtothink]

Just a couple of days ago.

My students wandered back into this place without their weapons again...

[jerkchester]

Geez, them too? What is this, revenge of the returnees?

[iscrewtothink]

I wouldn't know. Has there been many returns?

And Black*Star would be the only one who remembers the previous visit. I'm afraid Maka and Kid do not recall a single thing about the place.

[jerkchester]

... Speaking of which.

[iscrewtothink]

[... I'm not sure I like the tone this conversation has suddenly taken]

Speaking of...?

[jerkchester]

Jack's here.

[iscrewtothink]

. . .

[oh. well. my day is possibly ruined now]

I'm assuming he's one of the ones who doesn't remember.

[jerkchester]

Got it in one.

[pause]

Still, it sucks. But it's better to know about it now.

[iscrewtothink]

[... digging in pockets for cigarettes siiiiigh]

Despite that, it is good to see a familiar face, considering how much of this place has changed.

[jerkchester]

Guess so.

[iscrewtothink]

So it's possibly rude to ask a favor so quickly...

[jerkchester]

Depends. What is it?

[iscrewtothink]

The same sort of arrangement we had before?