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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ instead of plants growing out of the ground, there are hands.

so many hands. reaching for the sky, sticking straight out of the ground, extended... yet lifeless. ]

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[servicewitha]

[crouching over a small patch, inspecting them]

[servicewitha]

Because I'm annoyingly charming?

[head_downstairs]

You're anything but charming!

[servicewitha]

Right.

[head_downstairs]

[glaring]

Ugh, I can barely tolerate you more than these hands.

[servicewitha]

Hey now, no need to be cruel.

[head_downstairs]

It's your fault for annoying me.

Anyway, let's go already.

[servicewitha]

Sure.

[WALKING AWAY FROM THE HANDS, except . . . they really are everywhere]

Any place in particular you want to go?

[head_downstairs]

[doing her best to not look at the hands at all]

I don't care where it is, just somewhere without these things!

[servicewitha]

[nearest building gets them the hospital]

After you.

[head_downstairs]

[creepy hands and then a hospital, that's the best thing ever. She sighs, and walks in]

I hate this place.

[servicewitha]

Oh?

[leading her past the pharmacy and down the hall]

[head_downstairs]

It always finds creative ways to remind me why I don't like being stuck in an unfamiliar place where anything can happen.

[servicewitha]

The hospital does?

[pushing open the door to the break room for her]

[head_downstairs]

No, I was talking about camp. But the hospital is not a place I'd like to go go to often. Last time with Elliot was enough already.

[going in, then]

You really can be a gentleman sometimes.

[servicewitha]

I'm generally a gentleman given the right situation. What happened to Elliot?