itp: breakfast

[hakases]

[ so it's the morning of the dance! are you ready yet? sleeping in? maybe making last minute preparations for your costume? or just nursing an ill-advised hangover in the mess hall?

tell me, Camp, what's on your morning agenda? ]

((MORNING IN THE LIFE OF POST nooooot running this, feel free to tag lazily as you wake up m'dears))

Comments

[nicetroll]

[ KNIFE THROWING it's happenin'

someone care to save that poor tree that seems to be his target? ]

[nicetroll]

Not at all, I arrived yesterday.

[roughsjustice]

Lucky. It seems like you've become acquainted to camp quickly.

[nicetroll]

It's called reconnaissance.

[roughsjustice]

I must lack skills to be in the military, then.

[nicetroll]

No worries, it's just my job back home. I'm the Captain of the Intelligence Division of the Novus Orbis Librarium which is the government that runs my home. So things like this are just my specialty.

[roughsjustice]

That sounds like a fine and respectable profession. I work for the government back at home, as well. Los Angeles Police.

[nicetroll]

A cop? You don't seem the type. Or something else...?

[roughsjustice]

Aha ha ha! I'm a bit too well-dressed to be part of the police force! I rock the court as a prosecutor.

[nicetroll]

A prosecutor! That's a fine profession if there ever was one!

[roughsjustice]

Ah, but there already is.

[nicetroll]

Oooh?

[roughsjustice]

Ja, otherwise, I'd be unemployed!

[nicetroll]

Ahhh I getcha now.

[roughsjustice]

[ holds a hand out ]

Klavier Gavin.

[nicetroll]

[ shaking!!! ]

Hazama.