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Main Campfire, Sunday evening
For the life of him, Dave couldn't find where his tent was supposed to be. He spent a while looking and for the life of him, he just couldn't find it. Eventually Dave had to give up and made his way to the main campfire, figuring that maybe somebody could point him in the direction of Nonexis Te...
Oh. He just got the irony.
Well, whether they worked as payment for somebody who could point him toward his tent or to help him deal with the thought that his tent might be a cruel joke at his expense, Dave had the basic materials for S'mores. And dammit, he was making some.
[OOC: I promised
rilla_myrilla I'd post something like this when the tents were announced. Because of course I did. Campfire is open!
And as far as I know, Nonexis Tent does exist. Dave just can't find it.]
Oh. He just got the irony.
Well, whether they worked as payment for somebody who could point him toward his tent or to help him deal with the thought that his tent might be a cruel joke at his expense, Dave had the basic materials for S'mores. And dammit, he was making some.
[OOC: I promised
And as far as I know, Nonexis Tent does exist. Dave just can't find it.]

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It was a fleeting hope, he realized.
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Victor wasn't being sarcastic; the whole thing was reasonably plausible by his standards, and he'd already made a mental note to watch for glowing rocks. Besides, he was distracted swatting at his bicep.
"I wish they'd sent the mosquitoes into space with the crazy rocks."
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"Come to think of it, I hope the tents are sturdy enough in case it rains solid food."
Yes, Victor, food rain was common enough that he was just talking about it off-handedly.
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