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[painintheneck]

[If you're outside tonight, enjoying the... Camp atmosphere... you may notice a bit of a distraction going on near one of the abandoned barns. The distraction turns out to be a line of zombies carrying multiple suitcases, bird cages, boxes of old magazines and a chaise lounge inside said barn while a young woman in a white suit supervises

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[odiousialist]

[just shakes his head and shrugs, amused, also rolling his eyes]

[painintheneck]

Silly things. They need to step it up.

[odiousialist]

[smiles a little and nods]

[painintheneck]

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

[odiousialist]

[motions to his throat and mouth, shaking his head, slowly mouthing:]

"I can't talk."

[painintheneck]

And you're able to, normally?

[odiousialist]

[nods]

[painintheneck]

[wrinkling her nose a bit]

Are you sick?

[odiousialist]

[shakes his head, and motions to camp in general, as if it's camp's fault. (which it is, but hey)]

[painintheneck]

... That's very interesting.

[odiousialist]

[raises an eyebrow]

"You think?"

[painintheneck]

Do you know what caused it?

[odiousialist]

[nods. it has happened to other people too]

[painintheneck]

[little laugh]

It's not contagious, right?

[odiousialist]

[shakes his head]

"I don't think so."

[painintheneck]

Oh, good.

[she offers a hand]

I'm Sophie-Anne Leclerq, by the way. Queen of Louisiana.