suddenly: soirée.

[fuckyousoleil]

[On this abnormally cool summer's evening in Camp Fuck You Die, an elaborate tent has been set up just outside the carnival. At 7PM sharp, everything in the carnival lights up - the ferris wheel, the strands of festive lights strung around the Tunnel of Love, even the haunted house are all illuminated. The atmosphere appears to be welcoming,

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[brokenclover]

[walks in wearing this. her hair is partly pinned up in a pretty fashion, although it's still moooostly down to cover her back.]

Oh, wow.

[kepthishead]

Impressive, isn't it?

[brokenclover]

It really is.

[kepthishead]

I confess, I didn't expect it to be this good.

[brokenclover]

Camp really can go all out if it wants to.

[kepthishead]

It really can. When did it even do this?

[brokenclover]

I have no idea, actually.

[kepthishead]

I suppose we shouldn't think about it too hard.

[brokenclover]

That's probably for the best.

[kepthishead]

So is your partner here yet?

[brokenclover]

He is.

[nods at Hijikata]

[kepthishead]

That's good.

[brokenclover]

Yes.

[she may be blushing a little]

[kepthishead]

So why are you spending time talking to me? Go on and enjoy yourselves.

[brokenclover]

We will. But you still owe me a dance later.

[kepthishead]

I'll keep that in mind.