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[The last Thanksgiving dessert pie hasn't even been cleaned out yet, and already something is astir in camp. Small flat boxes are falling from the sky, pounding loudly on cabin rooftops and littering the campgrounds and floating in the duck pond. Upon closer inspection, they're advent calendars, with a little note attached to them: "31 more days

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[misswexler]

[lurking poorly, as though trying to steel herself to approach him]

[ofhisword]

[without even turning around:]

Did you want something in particular?

[misswexler]

[deep breath and she approaches, intent] Is this a bad time? [she is not, however, using a tone that suggests she's in an 'i'll come back later' mood. it's more brittle than anything else]

[ofhisword]

No, I don't suppose that it is.

[misswexler]

I know you're not, like, the Good Guy or whatever and I don't mean to impose or anything but I really need help and Elena said something that made me think you'd know what I needed to know because something bad happened and I'd really, really like for there to not be a repeat performance.

[...said rapidly]

[ofhisword]

[just eyes her for a moment, and then:]

Continue.

[misswexler]

You're a vampire. Right?

[ofhisword]

Elena Gilbert speaks too openly, I see. I am.

[misswexler]

Yeah, well, unexpectedly, me too. And you were the only one that I... [gestures]

[ofhisword]

I'm not one for mentoring, if that's what you're asking.

[misswexler]

[she looks a little dismayed at the thought] I just - need to know how not to kill people.

[ofhisword]

. . .

In the mess hall, there should be an adequate supply of what they call "True Blood." It's a supplement that should, in theory, sate your hunger. It's hardly as appetizing as that which it is attempting to replace, but if you're concerned, then the best solution is to simply not indulge in drinking from a human.

[misswexler]

True Blood? That's - that's really a substitute? [she didn't believe it when she was offered it]

[ofhisword]

It is.

[misswexler]

[tugging at her sleeve, her face twisting briefly] It didn't smell good.

[ofhisword]

Of course not - it's a substitute. But for the purpose of keeping yourself fed and therefore not attempting to tear out one's arteries, it will be more than sufficient.