valentine's day is coming early

[misswexler]

[There is a teenage girl shackled theatrically to a big cheap fold-out table near the mess hall, accompanied by a selection of giant sno-balls for your delectation. She's drumming her nails against the speckled surface and looking an awful lot like she wouldn't mind shredding the big white fold-out sign in front of her, with red sparkly letters

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[ladycoderring]

...I see you're getting settled in.

pffft, responded to the wrong comment

[misswexler]

Yes. By hook or by crook.

haha sorry. i thought it might be a little confusing but I couldn't resist tagging

[ladycoderring]

How's that going for you?

v. glad you couldn't, i just got mixed up in my inbox. HAPPENS.

[misswexler]

[flops forward, giving up the ghost] Miserably. Romantic advice? Really?

notifs are hard sometimes even when lj is playing nice!

[ladycoderring]

[...hand on her shoulder]

Sorry. I know Camp likes to pick things that get under our skin, but... if it helps, most people here are pretty used to these kinds of things, so they won't take it seriously.

[misswexler]

[that's - that's nice. she's a little startled by it, but she doesn't really want it to go away.]

It's been easier than I thought it would be when I first read the thing.

[ladycoderring]

From what I've heard, these should release you after a certain amount of time passes or you've talked to a certain number of people or something like that. It's not always exactly the same, but either way you shouldn't be here for too long.

If you need any help though, or just someone to sit and talk with until it's over, I don't really have anywhere to be right now?

[misswexler]

...if you don't mind the weirdoes wandering by. [probably as close as she'll get to asking you to stay right now]

[ladycoderring]

I can survive a few weirdos.

[looks to see if there are chairs or if she's just going to have to plop down right on the table]

[misswexler]

[caroline will get out of her chair and offer it to you; her chain offers her enough slack to perch on the edge of the table, anyway, provided she lean forward to prop her hands on the edge]

[ladycoderring]

Oh! You don't have to do that.

[misswexler]

I could use to stretch my legs out a little, anyway. [demonstrates by stretching them out in front of her] When you're stuck there it's a little cramped.

[ladycoderring]

...if you're sure.

[takes the seat]

[misswexler]

It's for the best. I'm getting pins and needles already.

[ladycoderring]

Well, we can't have that, can we?

[misswexler]

The better to run away with, my dear.

[helpfully nudges the remains of a giant Sno-Ball at you.] Sugar?