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[fuckseptember]

[There is a notice on the network today. There is also a guy pinning posters around the cabins and the Mess Hall.

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[nocturnemission]

[Draws a whimsical little handlebar mustache on one of the posters.]

[fuckseptember]

Hey.

[nocturnemission]

Oh, hey. I didn't see you there...

[fuckseptember]

Can you read?

[nocturnemission]

Of course I can read! What kind of fool do you take me for?

[fuckseptember]

Read the sign for me.

[nocturnemission]

The whole thing? It's kinda wordy.

[fuckseptember]

Give it a shot.

[nocturnemission]

[Sigh] Fine... Ahem.

Lost agent. Have you seen me? Lost Lincoln Lee, please contact seekinglincoln at seefud dot net if you have any information regarding his whereabouts. Come home, Agent Lee. We miss you... Blah, blah blah, something about glasses...

[fuckseptember]

[in your base, trying to take away whatever you were drawing with]

Which means he's missing and we're trying to find him, and if kids like you go around messing with the posters the people who'd actually want to help will have a harder time recognizing him.

[nocturnemission]

Hey! [You have gained +1 Sharpie]

Calm down, dude. It's not like I was gonna draw on all the posters. That would be way too much work!

[fuckseptember]

I'm confiscating this. You shouldn't be drawing on any posters. What if another kid shows up and decides to decorate another one? And then someone else goes for a third one? If you can do it, why can't anyone who feels like doodling for a bit?

[nocturnemission]

Um... I dunno, why can't they?

[fuckseptember]

Exactly.

[nocturnemission]

You can't give me detention!

[fuckseptember]

I'm a counselor, I can do whatever I want so don't do it again.