[Camille's in danger of it herself. Wouldn't that put her good year of clean behaviour to waste?
She'd like to brush it off. "Oh, who was to know I'd be kidnapped by an off-world cult?" It's just the stakes are steeper, should she try. The fruit was fine, she wasn't much for drug highs. Maybe it would be in the future, should they be alive long enough. Liquor, though. Liquor slicked her drop to rock bottom too fast and too quick to risk.
Camille lays back, arms up. Watching the stars. She's tired of morbidity. They've been stuffed with it, plump turkeys for a grim god's dinner.]
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[Camille's in danger of it herself. Wouldn't that put her good year of clean behaviour to waste?
She'd like to brush it off. "Oh, who was to know I'd be kidnapped by an off-world cult?" It's just the stakes are steeper, should she try. The fruit was fine, she wasn't much for drug highs. Maybe it would be in the future, should they be alive long enough. Liquor, though. Liquor slicked her drop to rock bottom too fast and too quick to risk.
Camille lays back, arms up. Watching the stars. She's tired of morbidity. They've been stuffed with it, plump turkeys for a grim god's dinner.]
How did you meet them? Your friends.