Camp: private conversations

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Respond here for a private conversation with Red! All comment threads are screened.

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[....She's doing that "not really addressing the issue" thing again. Lance squints slightly.]

I guess the saying's a little different in Michigan.

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Red I'm serious. Why are there chunks of fossilized coral in our bodies?

[...as serious as one can be while in Sailor Moon's get up anyway....]

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Lance, if I could answer that question, I would have told one of the first five people who asked me.

[Sorry bud, she can get in trouble for saying too much.]

This is something you're going to have to figure out on your own. If you've already figured out that you're dealing with Petoskey stones, then I would say you're making good headway.

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[...Well that's something. Not a lot, but something.]

Right. I get it. Secrecy and all.

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Hey Red. Wanna turn the other way while one of "those rotten kids" makes off with your phone? I'm only gonna look up cat videos.

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[She is not amused.]

Lance. I have private pictures on that phone. I'm not going to let you use it.

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If you want a phone, just buy one from the camp store.

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[Ok. So t Lance has not seen these pictures b/c Ren has not distributed and now he's dangerously on the verge of being distracted by this. Concentrate on the bigger picture, Lance!!!

....Or is not making some kind of commentary on these private pictures going to make her suspicious.

This is hard.]

..You sext? Dang, Red. And you get on my case for "canoodling" all the time.

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[Okay no, she's not actually going to kill him for that. But that sure is an icy look from her.]

A lady doesn't talk about such things.

And now you don't get to buy a cell phone from the store.

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[Meanwhile Lance just has his hands in the air like "DON'T SHOOT PLEASE??"]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry -- that was totally inappropriate. I guess I'm just trying to... I dunno. Pretend things are normal and don't have terrifying consequences?

[He sighs.]

Sorry.

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If you wanted to make a not-innapropriate joke, a better option would have been to run with just the 'canoodling' part. There's a reason that word is in the camp rules instead of 'making out'.

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[He's going to bite back on the comment that he assumed that whoever wrote the rules is like a hundred years old because...]

...So you wrote all of the rules?

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Of course I did. How do you think I added that special rule later?

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'Cuz you're a camp counselor?

[Raising an eyebrow here??]

I just didn't know that it was all you. I figured your superiors wrote at least a few of them.

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Well, they wrote some of them.

'No canoodling' was not originally a rule here. But watching teenagers make out gets tiring after a while.

[Especially when her special someone has to be far away most of the time :(]

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...yeah, I guess it must be kinda awkward.


[He WOULD have called her a killjoy, but actualy... he's just going to be a bit more careful.]

But in all seriousness, Red? How would your superiors even know that you'd said anything important about Petoskey stones? They don't have surveillance on you, do they?

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[In response, Red just taps on her sword, which plays back a video of the last 30 seconds of their conversation, as shot from the corner of the room.]

I have some leeway, since my powers let me alter the footage to some degree. But if I make too many changes, they will notice.