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10:59 pm - Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake
edgar_roni: (nonchalant)
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[It was a dark and stormy night.

Stormy might have been stretching it, though. It was dark and way past midnight along the foot of the Zozo Mountains. And with it being Zozo, there was rain. The night Edgar couldn't sleep soundly (for once), it rained rather calmly -- not a torrential downpour but not exactly weak enough to be considered a drizzle. The rhythm of the drops hitting the tarp and tent was relaxing. Despite that, Edgar couldn't sleep.

So, he busied himself first by insulating his tent so that it became several degrees warmer inside than anywhere else, then by using his dying oil lantern and a small bottle of ink, he wrote several letters. One to his Chancellor, another to the Mayor of South Figaro, and another longer and more personal one to...well, that's not important. What's important was that Edgar kept himself snug and dry and safe.

He only hoped the same could be said of his fellow Returners.]
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