In Which I Do Not Know what Colour the School Is, Please Stop Asking

[plotless]

[aka continuing threads from the camp move]

Comments

[notsheepish]

Without killing them.

...re-killing them?

[plotless]

They would probably prefer "killing," I doubt they see themselves as dead.

[notsheepish]

Well, maybe we can ask them about that too.

[plotless]

If we have the time.

[shouldering her parasol, SHE IS TOTALLY SERIOUS ABOUT DOING THIS YOU KOW]

[notsheepish]

Do we have anything else here?

[plotless]

Fair point. Shall we go?

[notsheepish]

Um... sure?

[plotless]

You weren't joking, were you?

[notsheepish]

Maybe half?

[plotless]

I see. Then would you prefer not to accompany me?

[notsheepish]

No, I'm in. Just don't be surprised if I'm half-amused the whole time.

[plotless]

That seems fair. It might even be the best way to deal with all this.

[notsheepish]

I'm glad you think so.

[plotless]

It's just a hunch.

[and zombie-poking we will go?]

[notsheepish]

Heh.

[it's a date!]