*phone rings*

faer-oune:

the-perfect-scientist:

faer-oune:

the-perfect-scientist:

faer-oune

faer-oune:

*answers on the second ring* Faeroune Funerary, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em. What’s up?

Oh,
you know, the usual. A cultist managed to get hired by the camp and
attempted to brainwash and kill the campers but wound up poisoning
himself instead. I already took care of it, he won’t be coming anywhere
near our daughter.

Uh… Mia, I don’t know what kind of camps you’ve been to, but
that is not usual. Usual for extreme
cultists, I guess, but not for Summer Camps. What do you mean you took care of
it?

Dragons gotta eat too, don’t they? *laughs* I try not to feed Drake junk food too often though~ So, how’s your research going?

My – my research? Mia, that camp has a lot of issues going
on with it. It’s… it’s more like a camp
camp – there’s apparently different ‘camps’ rolled up into one. You signed
Angie up for ‘Science Camp’, but Max said that there was another kid there for ‘Adventure
Camp’ or something.

Yes, yes. Carlos, I read the fine print. I was assured, however, that there would be enough science things there to keep Angie sufficiently entertained and help her with her desire to be a scientist like you. And if the camp proves to be insufficient, well, you’re only a few miles away. 

I’m just over two miles from the camp. But I didn’t know
this – Max described the camp as a scam. How can they run so many different
types of subjects at the same time?

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