[She's hopped over to the little island in the swamp, investigating the little door carved into the tree.
And like clockwork, one of their infinite teen girls starts skirting the perimeter. Camille pulls away, squinting at her from the across the feral green algae.]
[watching her carefully - she hasn't changed yet, so she's still in the white robes, though she's torn off both sleeves. that makes it clear one of her shoulders is wrapped in a makeshift bandage made with fabric from the outfit.]
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WEEK 0: First Saturday
And like clockwork, one of their infinite teen girls starts skirting the perimeter. Camille pulls away, squinting at her from the across the feral green algae.]
Hey. Can you give me a hand over here?
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What are you attempting?
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[Camille's eyes skate over the bare arms.]
Like what you've done with it. Seems a little less tacky that way.
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[she hesitates, but she does come towards her and the door. hello leeches.]
What have you tried already?
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[until the temperature drops at least]
Brute force isn't doing it, and I don't have anything to try prying it open. You got anything on you?
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I don't. Some people received weapons back, but...