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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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[tickingtykebomb]

[sitting somewhere sharpening her knives]

[onmychest]

Hey there.

[tickingtykebomb]

--oh, hey. 'Sup?

[onmychest]

Taking a break from knitting to see what everyone's doing. It's so quiet.

[tickingtykebomb]

Yeah. Seriously freaky.

--wait. Knitting?

[onmychest]

Yup.

[tickingtykebomb]

Why?

[onmychest]

I promised two people I'd make them costumes for today.

[tickingtykebomb]

So you're knitting 'em some capes?

[onmychest]

And a cravat for one.

[tickingtykebomb]

But are they gonna be bulletproof?

[onmychest]

I don't think there's enough time for those additions.

[tickingtykebomb]

Too bad. Bulletproof cravat would've be sweet.

[onmychest]

Maybe next time we're all about to get eaten by a monster.

[tickingtykebomb]

Give it six months. And we're not gonna get eaten by this monster.

[onmychest]

Now that's an attitude that I like.