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[Some would call this "the calm before the storm." A good four, maybe five hours before the countdown hits zero, and camp itself is rather . . . peaceful, in some respects. Perhaps even too quiet, as campers and counselors and alien interlopers either prepare for combat or make their way to underground safehouses. The air is cool, still, and the

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[burgercraving]

Wow, and I thought you were supposed to be smart or something.

[skirtindanger]

-- What?

[burgercraving]

The world's fucking ending and you're sitting out here like a bum.

[skirtindanger]

I'm not being a bum, I'm just-- thinking. There's still a little time left.

[burgercraving]

You can think somewhere that's a little safer.

[skirtindanger]

I'll be fine, Santana.

[burgercraving]

You're not gonna go do something stupid and heroic just because you took karate lessons in Hellville, are you?

[skirtindanger]

So what if I am?

[burgercraving]

You're someone I actually bother with around here, so as a head's up? Unless you can stop a nuclear bomb, your tiny, pigtailed ass is coming with me.

[skirtindanger]

-- Well I'm not going to sit around and do nothing, either. If there's something I can do, I'm going to do it.

[burgercraving]

Come into the shelter and stand by the exit! But be in the shelter!

[skirtindanger]

Like I said, I'm going to be fine! I'm not so stupid that I'd throw myself thoughtlessly into danger.

[burgercraving]

So what are your plans?

[skirtindanger]

I don't know. I'll think of something.

[burgercraving]

Too bad. I already thought of something. Gather up all the books you can fit into a box and come with me. We'll even stick it out under your precious little library.

[skirtindanger]

Why can't you just trust me on this?