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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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[justwannahave]

*looking over your clothes*

Nothing much. Nice luggage.

[painintheneck]

Oh, thank you. It's new.

[justwannahave]

[a bit too much bling]

You've brought all your stuff, I see--a big move?

[painintheneck]

Mm. It took a while, but I needed to stake out the best place. Pun not intended.

[justwannahave]

[Fangs, check . . .]

Oh--you're a vampire.

[painintheneck]

[offering a hand]

Sophie-Anne Leclerq, Queen of Louisiana.

[justwannahave]

*a polite handshake should be fine, right?*

Cindy, local shoe sales representative. They have royalty in Louisiana?

[painintheneck]

[it's not a hand kiss, but it'll do!]

We do. You sell shoes?

[justwannahave]

[We used to be an actual princess!]

Goodness, is it for vampires only?

Yes, I have small business here that suffers from the fact that Camp has no economy.

[painintheneck]

Vampires only, I'm afraid. I'd love to see your business.

[justwannahave]

It is terribly embarrassing--I have an actual store in New York . . . and here, I have a push cart. *gestures at the girly-pink thing parked outside near the centre of Camp (tm)*

[painintheneck]

[laughs]

Oh, how cute!

[justwannahave]

Isn't it? Camp likes to mock people a lot. And make them do their jobs.

[painintheneck]

Yes, everyone should do their job.

[justwannahave]

But you're not a counselor, are you? Counselors come with mandatory jobs and Camp is very insistent that we do them.

[painintheneck]

I haven't been assigned a job, no.