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[fuckyousoleil]

[The mess hall is much like it is any other Friday afternoon. On this particular hot summer's day, it even seems like there's a little ice cream bar set up, with all sorts of different (sugar free, unfortunately) types of ice cream out as well as bowls, cherries, sprinkles - any sort of topping you can think of.

Right next to the ice cream bar,

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[dopplegangs]

Elijah.

[ofhisword]

Elena.

[dopplegangs]

Do you know what's going on?

[ofhisword]

Around camp? I do not.

[dopplegangs]

It sounds like something big is going to happen.

[ofhisword]

I would imagine as much, given that rather large countdown.

[dopplegangs]

I don't know what's going to happen and that makes it worse.

[ofhisword]

[. . . stupid doppleganger. stupid feelings.]

That isn't something you can control. Have you been speaking with the others around here? They seem rather quick to organize and enact plans of action.

[dopplegangs]

I know. I'm going to try and help.

[ofhisword]

With?

[dopplegangs]

[ holds up some bandages ] I'm good at bandaging.

[ofhisword]

. . . Yes, I'd imagine that would be a useful skill to have acquired when living in Mystic Falls.

[dopplegangs]

Tell me about it.

[ofhisword]

Although many of your acquaintances can heal themselves . . .

[dopplegangs]

Lucky me.

[ofhisword]

It's quite fortunate.