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[baconstripping]

[It's a bit of a chilly night in Camp. Luckily, a homey fireplace seems to have sprung up in the Mess Hall, along with hot cider and the faint sound of jazz music.

In a far corner, a man is carving a flute. How are you spending your fall evening?]

(( mingle!! ))

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[tickingtykebomb]

[grabbing an apple and eyeing the fireplace]

[athousandandnun]

[sitting near the fireplace]

Would you like to sit down? There are plenty of chairs.

[tickingtykebomb]

I noticed. Wonder why.

[athousandandnun]

For the fire? It's nice to sit by one on a night like this.

[tickingtykebomb]

Exactly. It's always weird when camp pulls something like this. Seems too nice, you know?

[athousandandnun]

Ah...you do have a point. But camp isn't always mean...especially since this week has been rather hectic.

[tickingtykebomb]

Yeah, I noticed people acting kinda weird.

[athousandandnun]

Were any of your friends affected?

[tickingtykebomb]

Don't think so, unless they hid it.

--so, what, you think camp's making up for it with a new fireplace?

[athousandandnun]

I see. And I don't think it's "making up for," exactly, but not everything camp does has a catch.

[tickingtykebomb]

If you say so, lady.

[athousandandnun]

None of the cider seems to be causing any effects, at least.

[tickingtykebomb]

I guess that's something.

[gets some cider and sits]

[athousandandnun]

It's very good, too.

[tickingtykebomb]

--eh, not bad. I've had better.

[athousandandnun]

Really?