[Locational lock to the Firecabin]

[head_overheels]

[It's an early summer evening in beautiful Camp Fuck You Die! The sun is setting, there are... I don't know, fireflies out maybe, the zombies are temporarily distracted by a certain camper's third year running an organized fighting league, and so on, other scene-setting stuff. But that's not important! What is important is that outside on Boys' Cabin 8, a certain acrobat is sitting just outside, sort of half-meditating and half-staring into space sometime after some choice intensely uncomfortable moments occurred. Her aura is a somewhat faded, lighter pink than usual.]

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