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WEEK SIX: MINGLE
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Rise and shine, everyone! At 7:00 AM on the dot, those who are asleep will be roused from their slumber by the sound of a bugle call. It seems that breakfast is now served in the Mess Hall. How nice! It's up to you to decide if you want to continue sleeping or not... But maybe it's a good idea to grab a bite and stretch your legs now that last week's effect has vanished. It looks like you have access to all that Camp Gatonina has to offer you. Regardless of what you do, be sure to check the weather before stepping outside. You never know when you might need an umbrella! Once you're up and at them, though, there are a few points of interest this week. If you swing by the Director's Office, you will find Wen Ning manning the receptionist's desk or flitting in and out of the rooms down the hallway. This week's tasks are now available, and you can check them out on the announcement board in the waiting room. Should you visit the Camp Shop, Junpei will be handling all transactions at the checkout counter. Even camp directors hold down normal jobs, you know. Strangely enough, Veronica doesn't seem to be stationed at any set location. Maybe it's her week off? Oh, well. Seems like if you want to get ahold of her, you'll have to pay your respects to the bunnies. As you explore the camp, however... You may find yourself confronted by scenes from a not so distant past. Or, perhaps, the so-called-movies playing on the big screen are completely foreign to you. But that's not all you will have to deal with this week. Continue skimming the edges of the forest, and you will find yourself going down memory lane. Literally. While the injuries you magically regained are now gone, it seems like the camp isn't done messing with your physical appearance. Upon waking up on Monday, everyone will notice that they have undergone a transformation. Perhaps you have gained animal features. Or, perhaps, you have transformed into a creature from mythology or fairy tales. Whatever the case, though your personality will remain the same, it seems like you're no longer the type of being you used to be — human or otherwise. You will not gain any enhanced senses or abilities from this, but... well. Good luck, everyone. It's creature transformation week. |
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1: they're not fuzz, they're big fluffy tails.
2: there's two teenage boys underneath said tails, facing the TV screen and holding a bowl of popcorn between them.
Chuuya, the one not in ownership of all those tails, glances up at Kara.]
Hey. Here for a movie?
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We have popcorn.
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...Are you sure you two don't want to be alone?
[ also you're not telling kara specifically to fuck off?? ]
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[He holds up the bowl of popcorn for Kara to have some. Come enjoy terrible horror movies with them.]
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What's CGI?
[ and what's popcorn? kara's never experienced either.
but he sits, because he wants to learn. ]
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And when Kara sits down, Chuuya slides the popcorn towards him. Take a bite!]
You see those fake-looking ghosts up there? Obviously those aren't real, so they use computers to make it look like they're real. Except they did it badly.
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[ Rearranging his tails to rest lower on both of them so they are still visible. ]
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[ he's seen computers? but he doesn't really know what they do. anyway he'll tentatively try the popcorn. ]
This is... popped corn?
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Yeah. Popcorn. With some butter on it too.
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I've had better snacks.
...But it's alright.
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[ So popcorn it is. Besides butter is good ]
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[He grabs a piece and throws it at one of Dazai's tails, trying to get it to stick there.]
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If you make them messy, you're responsible for cleaning them.
[ Chuuya just has tail envy ]
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...I'm not cleaning up after you two.
[ he will steal another piece of popcorn though. ]
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It's too bad Missile isn't here, he would eat it off the floor for us.
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Maybe when he wakes up, he can lick and sniff everything he's missed out on.
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Who's Missile?
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[Lets see how long we can go without saying Missile is a dog. ]
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A kid...?
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