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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[burgercraving]

Hi.

[painintheneck]

Hello there.

[burgercraving]

Emily said you wanted to meet me.

[painintheneck]

Oh, you're Emily's roommate. I've heard a lot about you.

[burgercraving]

Enough for you to call me feisty. So, what, are you her replacement girlfriend or something?

[painintheneck]

Replacement girlfriend? I wouldn't say that.

[burgercraving]

Then who are you? Because I'm completely unimpressed right now.

[painintheneck]

How rude of me. My name is Sophie-Anne Leclerq, Queen of Louisiana. [she offers a hand.]

[burgercraving]

[slowly takes it, confused]

You can't be a queen.

[painintheneck]

I can't?

[burgercraving]

No, because states don't have queens. Besides, who'd claim to be the Queen of Hickville, anyway?

[painintheneck]

[she laughs at that.]

True. They don't have human queens.

[burgercraving]

... What are you?

[painintheneck]

[she pops her fangs.]

[burgercraving]

Put those away! You look disgusting.

[painintheneck]

Is that so?