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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]

What? You think I would tell them that you've shot me in the head before? Dean, I'm insane, not tactless.

[jerkchester]

That's not the one I was worried about. I am never okay about these kind of deals. I don't like them, but I do it because I get it. But not everyone does.

[iscrewtothink]

... my, my, Dean. Do you need someone to make the same sort of deal with you?

Though I see your point.

[jerkchester]

Hell no.

Good.

[iscrewtothink]

So tell me... why the sudden change in scenery? Someone told me that last summer was hectic.

[jerkchester]

It was. Though Jim was around for more of it than I was. Camp moved. Apparently the stuff Masque tried to pull off hit epic proportions and the Director had us moved.

[iscrewtothink]

Masque?

[there is vague familiarity]

[jerkchester]

Apparently, he's the dude responsible for bringing campers in.

[iscrewtothink]

. . .

Really?

So I'm assuming they got another for the job? Unless whatever he was doing wasn't enough to get him killed or fired.

[jerkchester]

He's dead.

[iscrewtothink]

So there's someone else with the job.

... do you know if that fair ground has been here since the move or before it?

[jerkchester]

It's new. Hasn't been here long.

[iscrewtothink]

Ah, some of that mystery sorted out.

[... d'awww look at you interacting with one of my brightest students]

[jerkchester]

There's more to it.

[iscrewtothink]

Hmmn?

[sorry, was distracted by the cute interaction]

What is it?