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,

Comments

[nosenolimits]

[formal wear, what... formal wear]

... Punch?

[we_have_a_rogue]

Uh...sure?

Nice jacket.

[nosenolimits]

Ain't it?

[was not carrying punch. whoops.] Uh. Be right back.

[we_have_a_rogue]

[waiting then...]

[nosenolimits]

[back in a literal blink of an eye]

Cherry okay?

[we_have_a_rogue]

Yeah...sure.

[nosenolimits]

You feelin' okay?

[we_have_a_rogue]

Just fine. How about you?

[she is a master conversationalist]

[nosenolimits]

[good thing he talks enough for three people]

Pretty damn great. I'm Jet. Who's the lovely lady?

[we_have_a_rogue]

The name's Rogue.

[inspecting the punch]

[nosenolimits]

[IT'S SAFE. Probably. He even resisted the urge to take a sip from it first.]

I can getcha lime if you want.

[we_have_a_rogue]

No! It's fine. Just...strange is all.

[Look! She is even drinking some.]

Didn't ya get yourself anything ta drink?

[nosenolimits]

I got plenty. Don't you worry 'bout me.

And yeah, you take what you get get from this place, huh?

[we_have_a_rogue]

I guess. The food even looks edible. Not so sure how well the zombie staff fit in though.

[nosenolimits]

Well, the way I figure with the way this place works, it's either us or them.

[we_have_a_rogue]

Is that why the food's been so awful lately? The kitchen zombies on strike or something?

[Continued here!]