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

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[aka continuing threads from the camp move]

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Kanda

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[from here]

That may be the single most disgusting post-death ritual I have ever heard of.


And it works?

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It does.

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Strange. Where I'm from life after death is based entirely on the individual's will, no matter how a grieving relation might feel about it.

And a good thing too, if they're going to go around wearing other people.

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[shrugs]

Every world is different.

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Yes, I've come to realize that. Unfortunate, though.

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Isn't it just?

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. . . are you all right?

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Yes. Why?

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You seem reticent all of a sudden.

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It's not like any of this applies here. Camp plays by its own rules.

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Well, personally I have to presume that we are also in another world right now.

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[glancing around]

Camp has always been its own world. I have no idea what this is, though.

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There's only one way to find out. Let's have a look around.

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Sure.