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Bad kids don’t normally come home from Summer Scouts with stories about a time-out in Alaska, or Antarctica, or wherever this is, so when she wakes up with vague memories of snow and crystal and a dizzying headache Neptune figures she fucked up more spectacularly than she thought. Or she is actually literally in hell, but not like, cool devil hell. Shitty God hell. She can’t find her phone so the latter is probably the case.
Her radio is there but the diode is dead. No static, no noise. No signal. Neptune leaves it on the bed next to the pillow, where she found it. It’s no use now.
She sort of remembers someone telling her she can get warm clothes if she goes to the corner store, so she goes, shivering all the way. It looks like a crappy background image out of Oregon Trail II. Neptune navigates a confusing and not at all illuminating conversation with the employee at the front desk without biting their head off, which is an accomplishment in her state of annoyed phone withdrawal and weary post-bedevilment.
Unfortunately it also means that her niceness juice has been totally chugged by the time the door thunks open and a purple woman in full cosplay steps inside.
“Godddd how are you wearing that in this weather.” Neptune is wearing her skirt hiked up to her thighs herself but whatever, this is like the only way to wear the camp uniform even remotely stylishly. “It’s like negative a thousand degrees out, you’re going to freeze to death in the doorway and block the entrance and I’m going to be trapped in this Cracker Barrel forever.”