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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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[beautytopsthe]

[coming out of the kitchen with a tray of drinks and snacks]

Hello! Do you want some snacks?

[beautytopsthe]

Eh--really? Who was it?

[cakeon]

I don't know. But he was really cool.

[beautytopsthe]

Oh...

[cakeon]

Should I put up wanted posters of him?

[beautytopsthe]

Wanted posters-?

[cakeon]

Because he might be able to help us!

[beautytopsthe]

O-Oh, I see!

[cakeon]

Hmm... I should really do it...

[beautytopsthe]

As long as the sign makes it clear he isn't in trouble...

[cakeon]

Oh, yeah! We can't endanger the man who has real sugar!

[beautytopsthe]

And hopefully he won't get mobbed by people.

[cakeon]

I'll make sure he won't!

[beautytopsthe]

How?

[cakeon]

I'll tell people to not attack him.

[beautytopsthe]

I hope that's enough.