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[fuckyou_chorus]

[Something seems off in camp again. That thick, stale air has returned, lingering all across the farm. The water even seems to be off-color, somehow. The sky is a sickly grey color as well. It's been happening more and more recently, in patches throughout camp. However, today, it seems to be everywhereShould you happen to stay in one place for too

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[servicewitha]

[WALKING BY]

Elliot?

[kepthishead]

[opens his mouth before closing it with a scowl]

[servicewitha]

--Can't talk?

[kepthishead]

[the very picture of annoyed exasperation. He nods once, curtly.]

[servicewitha]

I've had that happen to me before. It's very frustrating.

[kepthishead]

[he checks his pockets, the scowl deepening when his search comes up empty. Then he nods in agreement, shrugging helplessly]

[servicewitha]

[pulls out a pen and a journal, flipping towards the end and handing them both over to him]

Here.

[kepthishead]

[quickly sketches what he saw and writes underneath it "it said something to me too, but I didn't understand it."]

[servicewitha]

Like in a foreign language?

[kepthishead]

["I don't know. I didn't hear enough."]

[servicewitha]

I see. Well, I'll keep an eye out in any case.

[kepthishead]

["Same here."]

[servicewitha]

. . . This is going to be so weird.

[kepthishead]

[tilts his head to one side.]

[servicewitha]

You not being able to talk for . . . until you can talk again.

[kepthishead]

["I know!" and underlined several times for emphasis.]