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[fuckyou_chorus]

[The nights are getting longer... And does it look like the sun is a little dimmer? The shadows feel deeper, and at night it seems like the darkness in your closet could go on forever. But it should be okay if you stay in the light.

Still, there are whispers of something big coming...]

[Beginning of a little solstice event! Things will come

Comments

[pandoraboxed]

[I don't like the look of this...]

[pandoraboxed]

She is here, but she rarely appears.

[runstowardsfire]

Just her alone?

[pandoraboxed]

There are... a few people, I think. I'm not sure.

[runstowardsfire]

The voices are male. So she must have some help.

[It's not comforting to know that a whole bunch of like-minded people made Camp.]

[pandoraboxed]

Yes.

[runstowardsfire]

And it's always traditional to have something happen around the Earth holidays.

[pandoraboxed]

As it is traditional for something to happen on every holiday here.

[runstowardsfire]

I wonder if the Director was traumatised as a child during holidays . . .

[pandoraboxed]

I wouldn't be surprised.

[runstowardsfire]

It might explain this place and its penchant for holiday events.

[pandoraboxed]

It's a theory, at least.

[runstowardsfire]

Maybe . . . It must have been terrible experience if the child grew up to be the Director and made this place.

[pandoraboxed]

There's nothing to be done about that now though.

[runstowardsfire]

Yes, but it would be interesting if we could find something about the past of this place . . .

[pandoraboxed]

Mhm.