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So it was a good thing she was wearing boots, because there was mud EVERYwhere. Hunter groaned, wishing for a moment that she'd kept that stop sign so she could just surf her way to her camping ground.
SIGH.
At one point, her boot pulled fully off, and Hunter was sock-deep in sticky mud. This... was not fun. What the heck? She had a PRESS PASS. Didn't that earn her the right to a nice spot?
Up ahead, she spotted people setting up tents. "Um. Is this a joke?"
Xana smirked as she saw a dark haired woman go by with a mud-drenched sock and the boot that got left behind.
"Yeah, that's what I was wondering." she agreed.
"You poor thing, you've lost your b--" she reached for her wand automatically before remembering the security official's warnings about no magic outside tents. Sighing, she slipped and spludged her way back through a few steps of the muck and rescued the boot from a muddy grave.
"Isn't this awful? Welcome to Camp Deplorable. My name is Xana, hi." she smiled, holding out the boot in lieu of a handshake.
"Here you go."
Her eye caught some Woman talking to Claudian, and her smile momentarily faltered. Was that girl flirting with him?!?!?! She tried to keep her cool, smiling nicely at the muddied girl... but her smile was nervous, and her eyes kept dashing back to Claudian, watching what was going down over THERE.