Blue Wolfe and Friends presents: Camp Here and There.
Episode Thirty-Eight: A Demon and a Devil
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ROWAN
Something about the world today can… make a boy feel a bit insane…
Attention, people of Camp Here & There. This is not a drill.
Yellow-billed cuckoos circle above my head day in, day out, swirling below the thick curtain of clouds. Their cries in my ears never cease aching in the marrow of me. As the black clouds roll in from the east, cloying through the sky like the claws of an angered lioness, ripping at our murderous, endless clarity with a vengeance and hunger, one thing is abundantly clear:
A storm is coming.
A storm like no other. The sky—the amazing, terrible sky—it… it hates us passionately. It breathes with anger and disgust. The vastness in its rage is barely one’s to comprehend, for it is God in its own right, but never so merciful as our dearest, pathetic idols.
[WITH INCREASING INTENSITY] I know, I know. I know. I know!
I say this every year. I know I’m a- I’m a broken cl-… [AHEM] a broken ticking. I know I’m crying wolf every day, but..th, the visions… the wretchedness of swirling clouds and lightning and thunder and stars exploding across eons, the reek of petrichor, of ozone, bright and blinding in all my senses—THOSE VISIONS! It is not the same.
I never dream.
It has never been so angry.
I… we did something. I- i don’t know what, but it’s—it’s … and it’s our fault. There’s something very wrong with… with e-everything. The world it’s— it’s the sky. It’s all so angry and it consumes, I–
[HE BREATHES]
We must say our Hail Mary’s. I don’t know the solution right away, but I am going to try and think of something. There has to be… some form of protection—of, of structure maybe, that we can build! [MUMBLING] The storm will eat it. B-but maybe… I don’t know, we have to figure it out. But we have about a month’s time. My vision was very clear.
For now, please pray. It’s all we can do, until we can figure a solution to this maddening coming of the heavens’s wrath.
[BARGE]
SOREN
Do not listen!
ROWAN
You!?
SOREN
Give me that-
[THEY FIGHT OVER THE MIC]
[HE GRABS THE MIC] He speaks of prayer, but not the virtuous kind!
The storm, I believe it. I see the way the leaves I’ve swept up on the stoop are stirring in the summer breeze. They, like you, are nervous. It is coming. But is this not a perfect opportunity!? Why, the Mother has never better put us to the test!
This is a wonderful coming of salvation! We are saved! Oh, we are saved! I must dance! Out of my way.
[AUDIBLY DANCING AND LAUGHING]
Listen to me, children. The answer is clear and crystalline. We mustn’t waste it!
We must die, so that we do not die!
A second coming, yes! Like our dearest Mother, breathing from still tissue on Her fertile soil, birthing, rotting, [HE LAUGHS] alive alive alive! None of us have to die, dear children!
The Mother loves you. She will take care of you. You will never again fear death. Imagine a world where you are eternally protected, held gently by Her, and never again will you feel pain, wound, agony, or the dizzying cold of fear. Without death, without pain, you no longer succumb to the instincts of your mortal flesh. We are released! You are released, yet never lost. You remain, loved. There is such warmth, children. Each and every one of you will feel an eternal hug!
ROWAN
Oh, can it you freak zealot.
SOREN
Such aggression!
ROWAN
This is giving me a migraine. The way you’re talking, we’ll all end up with our minds turned to dust like the Gravediggress.
SOREN
[GASP] Do not speak of our Mother with such sacrilegious foulness!
ROWAN
Well, you don’t have an answer!
SOREN
Your lack of faith is offensive. You will feel. Eternally, love. Always love, because you have no need for other thought. Heh, weren’t you listening?
ROWAN
Get out of here, man.
[SHUFFLING, SOUNDS OF A PHYSICAL STRUGGLE]
SOREN
Hey!
ROWAN
I’m not gonna ask you again. I had important things to say.
SOREN
Stop touching me!
ROWAN
Oh, for goodness—
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SYDNEY
Good morning, little baby gnomes. Sorry for the early, rude awakening before breakfast. I had chosen to join the foray in our lovely morning nature hike! 🙂 But I suppose leaving my post, as always, summons nothing but chaos.
But poor Rowan! Once again, he’s having a hard time with his meteor-phrenic visions of terror. I’ve been medicating him but I imagine the high dose he’s been taking has given him an intolerance… so it makes sense they’ve gotten worse! No matter. Leave him be please, children. He’ll calm down once he’s spent some time inside. Juniper, you can handle Cabin Magpie Moth on your own for a day, can’t you?
As for Soren… ugh! What disrespect! Honestly, Soren, your utter lack of decorum never ceases to astound me. Again with [AHEM] I remind you—terribly illegal necromancy?
The gall, the chutzpah to suggest such things—another suicide pact, really? In front of the children, no less! Have you no shame, you soulless scarecrow?
Your macabre obsessions are a black mark upon this camp’s fair reputation. We are here to nurture young minds, not twist them with your grotesque stereotypes of eternal unlife! Cur! Scoundrel!
To drag everyone else into your stupid, twisted death fantasies is beyond the pale. The impropriety, the flagrant flouting of basic social norms and legal statutes—it dumbfounds the mind! For shame, Soren, for shame.
[HE STARTS TO GET VERY RILED UP]
You know full well that necromancy is strictly forbidden, and for good reason too. You know the creatures you’re gearing to tempt won’t actually live, and you DON’T know a thing of the pain you’re planning to reap upon them.
But you never think these things through, do you? Always so impulsive, so reckless, barreling ahead with your perverse experiments without a thought for the consequences or the subjects!
[ACTUALLY YELLING]
You are a pathetic, loathsome creature! You foul and fetid waste of space! Oh, woe is you! Woe and thrice woe!
[HE STARTS COUGHING VIOLENTLY]
JEDIDIAH
Woah. Sydney, calm down.
SYDNEY
[HE BREATHES]
How I long for the days when Camp Here & There was untainted by your constant morbid machinations. There will be no raising of the dead here, no matter how poetic you try to make it sound with all your flowery talk of eternal love and freedom from pain or whatever.
[MUMBLING] Heavens below, what immortal suffering.
Anyways.
Where was I…? Oh! Oh, yes! There is an urgent issue! The time is [STATIC] 8:72 AM and the sky is a dusky grey, with, as Rowan mentioned, a smattering of storm clouds! But never mind that, we have pressing matters to attend to!
So there we were, traipsing through the woods like a bunch of oblivious little smurfs, enjoying the ambient sounds of bird and water.
But as we admired our hefty footwork and gathered our wits to head back for the showers, the air started to crackle and split. I could feel it in my bones. Campers, we had disturbed something… ancient! Something previously a-slumbering!! Something… infinitely-legged!!
Turns out, teensy Tommy had wandered off into the foliage with a few choice stragglers, and stumbled over a long-past votive shrine! The campers, the poor dears, they had no idea what they’d wandered into. One minute they’re skipping along, picking wildflowers and singing campfire songs, and the next, the ground beneath their feet starts to tremble and groan, like a cranky old woman disturbed from her hibernation.
The trees! They creaked and cajoled as they pulled their gnarled roots from the earth, shaking off clumps of dirt like a dog shedding water. Branches twisted and reached out with skeletal fingers, grasping at the terrified children who scattered like startled rabbits.
And the vines! They slithered and coiled around our ankles and wrists, dragging the poor darlings kicking and screaming towards the hungry, gaping maws of the awakened forest.
The flowers, once so innocent and delicate, now sprayed clouds of shimmering pollen that left the rest of the campers stumbling and giggling like a bunch of drunken hyenas. Their eyes glazed over with a kaleidoscope of colors, their minds lost in whimsy. What a sight, I must say!
And at the center of it all, I could feel the ancient spirit stirring, its consciousness unfolding like a delicate fern in the morning light. It was confused, disoriented, lashing out at the intruders who had so rudely disturbed its slumber. And then I saw her…
A spider. 🙂
Oh, what a magnificent creature she was! A spider of gargantuan proportions, her iridescent carapace shimmering in the dappled sunlight. Each of her eight eyes glimmered with a shifting vibrancy. They swirled together, refracting light and color. It was as if a mad artist had taken a paintbrush to her face, creating a masterpiece that defied the law of nature.
As I stood there, transfixed by her otherworldly beauty, I watched as she began to spin her web. Silvery strands of silk shot out from her spinnerets, weaving an intricate tapestry that sparkled like dewdrops in the sun. The campers, still trapped in their pollen-induced haze, stumbled helplessly into her sticky embrace.
One by one, she wrapped them up into her silky cocoons, their muffled screams and giggles echoing through the forest. Some struggled feebly. Others simply lay still, their faces frozen in expressions of blissful oblivion.
It was a ghoulish ballet. A twisted performance. She moved with a fluid grace that belied her monstrous size, her kaleidoscopic eyes glinting with a savage intelligence. I could almost hear her thoughts, a timbre whisper that slithered through my mind.
“Intruders,” she hissed. “Defilers of my grove. You shall pay for your trespassing with your flesh and blood!”
I tried to plead with her, to please listen to reason and spare us, but she just wouldn’t! Gracie laid on the ground in resolution, quietly accepting her fate. But at this, the Spider froze, and stared at Gracie, whom of which stared back. It was as if the two were having an engaging dialogue. Perhaps a being as ancient as her hasn’t had the company of chatter in many millennia, and missed the opportunity.
But this appeared to keep the Spider preoccupied! So, I ran as fast as I could to fetch help! Counselors, we have to get a party together to go out there and save those campers! Please!
UHM! For kids not currently toiled up in a web of hallucinogenic silk, you have a normal day! While our brave rescue party ventures forth into the tangled heart of the forest to negotiate the release of your ensnared comrades, the rest of you lucky ducklings get to enjoy a delightfully diverting day of camp activities!
First things first, all campers are to report to the mess hall immediately and stay there. We’ll take a headcount to see who’s accounted for and who’s still trapped in the clutches of our arachnid adversary. Salem will be sure to handle that.
And on the agenda today for you all: arts and crafts! We’ll be making string art, the art of weaving string onto a canvas—and the canvas is, typically, the corpse of a mountain goat—to evoke idolatry and feeling! Go on! Perhaps the ancient spirit will be so touched by your heartfelt creations in her home craft that she’ll release her captives out of sheer artistic appreciation!
And for today’s breakfast, baguette tape! A continuous strip of chewy baguette, rolled neatly onto a plastic dispenser. The texture is reportedly, quote, “mildly loose.”
Honestly, Matthew! Can’t you come up with something more creative than eternally unspooling strips of food? C’mon! It’s getting… stale!
HA! [COUGH]
[SERIOUS] Baguette tape is banned, Matthew.
Okay. Rescue team, go now!
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ROWAN
Okay, okay, okay, okay, I… I think I have a plan. I’m an idiot to not have thought of it sooner. We should reinforce the tunnels below. They are strong, covered by the sturdy earth. We have some time, and if we make them flood-proof I think we really have a shot at just—
[BARGE]
SOREN
Nonsense!
ROWAN
Oh my God!
SOREN
We mustn’t waste our resources this way!
ROWAN
I’m going to kill you.
SOREN
[SOUNDS OF DISAGREEMENT]
Here’s what we will do, children. With the time we were gifted, we will build a church, mhm? Made from the bones of our fallen brethren. As a tribute to our Mother, we will die within the beautiful bones, and be reborn evermore!
ROWAN
Do you ever stop with this song and dance?
SOREN
You’re one to talk, atypical weatherman.
ROWAN
Oh, is that your best insult?
SOREN
I do not need to insult you. It’s unbecoming!
ROWAN
Listen, Soren, I’m just trying to get a game plan together and keep us alive. And you keep on barging in and getting—
JEDIDIAH
[FROM A DISTANCE] Both of you just stop it!
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
ROWAN AND SOREN
Oh no.
SOREN
We though—
ROWAN
I thought you were getting a rescue party together.
SOREN
And where’s the short one?
ROWAN
Sydney.
JEDIDIAH
Both of you are acting like middle schoolers. Rowan, this is literally a yearly problem with you. You talk about some big tempest catastrophe all the time. Yes, it rains knives. Yes, the butterflies are drinking your blood. Yes, some nurse in a carnival mask kidnapped my boyfriend, it happens! The last thing you EVER need to do is catastrophize to our camp body!
ROWAN
Wait, nurse?
JEDIDIAH
And you, Soren—
ROWAN
He was a nurse? How do you know that he was—
JEDIDIAH
JUST GET OUT!
SOREN
Ugh, I never!
[SHUFFLING]
[DOOR SLAM]
JEDIDIAH
Argh! Lousy microphone.
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[NATURE SOUNDS]
[FOOTSTEPS]
SYDNEY
Your ever faithful reporter here again! I hope you all are enjoying twine time. Myself and a few choice adults are en route to rescue our poor comrades from the clutches of that arachnid queen!
Ah! The forest sure is handsome. But even amidst such splendor, danger lurks. The ground beneath our feet is alive with hidden perils. Roots, twisted and knotted like the arthritic fingers of a crone, threaten to take opportunity and trip us unwary tourists. They always have quite the laugh about it too, darn things! Thorny vines, green and sinuous, reach out to snag and bite, leaving behind painful, blue wounds.
And let’s not forget the insects! The air is abuzz with their incessant drone, a symphony of chitin.
JEDIDIAH
[CORRECTING HIS PRONUNCIATION] Uh, chitin.
SYDNEY
[ANNOYED] Chitin. [HE REPEATS, CORRECTLY] A symphony of chitin.
Beetles scuttle underfoot. Butterflies, their wings painted in patterns of gold and scarlet, flutter past our heads. I wonder if any of them like the taste of AB negative!
JEDIDIAH
I don’t think it’s a good idea to say that.
SYDNEY
I need to brag about having the rarest blood type, or I’ll die. Jedidiah, you want me to die?
JEDIDIAH
Technically the rarest blood type is RH-
SYDNEY
Yeah, I know, it’s Vortex-M.
JEDIDIAH
… Yeah. That’s it.
JOSHUA
Hey, Sydney! I thought of a way we might be able to stop the spider!
SYDNEY
Oh, Jesus.
JOSHUA
We’ll challenge the spider to an arm wrestling match! Loser has to release the campers.
SYDNEY
No.
JOSHUA
I bet I could take her, easy peasy lemon squeezy! Just give me a chance. I’ll show that overgrown bug who’s really boss!
YVONNE
Joshua, you idiot. You’d die.
JOSHUA
Yvonne, come on-
SYDNEY
Actually, wait. This might be a great idea.
YVONNE
No!
JEDIDIAH
[SIGH] We need a plan with a.. a modicum of sense. Perhaps we could appeal to its better nature, offer it a tribute of some kind? Spiders… spiders like flies, right? Maybe we could uh… I don’t know… gather a bucket of buzzers… a-as a peace offering?
SYDNEY
Offer her.
JEDIDIAH
Sorry.
SOREN
[SCOFFS] A bucket of flies? Pathetic! What we need is a true sacrifice. A small woodland creature, perhaps a squirrel or a rabbit, slain and presented as a token of our respect.
JEDIDIAH
Why is something dying always your answer to everything?!
SOREN
I’m speaking in the tongue our world clearly reflects! Blood for blood, life for life! And after her feast, we’ll return the creature to the living!
JEDIDIAH
[SOUND OF PROTEST] Absolutely not!
SOREN
Oh, spare me your self-righteous drivel, runt! You’re clearly jealous of my prodigious skills in the romantically necromantic.
JEDIDIAH
Runt?
SOREN
Your stature is unbecoming.
JEDIDIAH
I’m taller than you.
SOREN
Always the high and mighty one, aren’t we?
JEDIDIAH
You don’t know the first thing about necromancy.
SOREN
You all doubt my abilities, yet you’ve witnessed it firsthand! It’s simple as quiche. A blood sacrifice, a pinch of bone dust, and huzzah! You will all finally see that I am correct in our proper way of salvation.
JEDIDIAH
That’s not how it works, you egomaniac. [HE TALKS WITH PASSION] Necromancy is a delicate art, requiring precision, composure, skill, and above all, respect for the subject. You cannot just slaughter innocent woodland creatures!
SOREN
I think you’ll find I love and respect my subjects deeper than you could possibly fathom. Each rabbit, each squirrel, each precious life offered up becomes one with the great Mother, their essence intertwined with forces your pedantic mind can scarcely comprehend!
Can’t you see it? This is the perfect chance to show you all the true power of love! Imagine it—an unselfish creature, its life force willingly given, rising from the grip of death to serve a higher purpose. Each sacrifice is a cherished gift, anointed with my tears and consecrated in the purity of purpose. Their spirits are elevated, their mortal flesh transcended! Is that not the very essence of respect?
JEDIDIAH
No! i-it’s an irresponsible affront to the laws of man.
SOREN
Laws? [SCOFFING] What laws? The ones imposed by a society too scared to grasp truth? Too weak to do what must be done? I reject your feeble laws, runt. I have peered beyond the veil and glimpsed the sublime truth…
[HIS VOICE DROPS TO A REVERENT WHISPER]
Through sacrifice, we conquer demise itself. We become as Her servants, shaping flesh and spirit. Can you not see the beauty in that?
JEDIDIAH
You’re like a child smashing toys together.
SOREN
False!
JEDIDIAH
You have no idea the responsibility that comes with… it! You think it’s all blood and bone dust, but there’s so much more to sacrifice.
SOREN
And I suppose you fancy yourself an expert, don’t you? The great Jedidiah, oh master of the necromantic arts!
[STATIC STARTING]
Pray tell, what deep secrets have you gleaned beyond this cosmic tapestry?
JEDIDIAH
N-n-nothing!
[UNPLEASANT SOUND AS STATIC STOPS]
I just have some common sense. Sydney! Will you tell him that necromancy is not what he’s saying?
SYDNEY
Uh, uhm…
JEDIDIAH
That it’s an expression of esteem, and not some cheap parlor trick to be trotted out for your own aggrandizement!
SOREN
No! Syd-boy! Tell him that I am right!
SYDNEY
Um…
SOREN
You must kill to love! And what I am doing is true love! I am the one here with experience, after all.
SYDNEY
Uh, um…
JEDIDIAH
[GRAVELY] Choose your next words very carefully.
SYDNEY
Uhm!!
JEDIDIAH AND SOREN
Tell him that I’m right!
SYDNEY
[PANICKED] UM!!!!
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SYDNEY
Our party has returned victorious!
As we ventured deeper into the forest’s shadowy heart, the ancient spirit’s agitation grew with every step. The trees shuddered and groaned, their leaves rustling with an ominous whisper. Vines coiled and slithered.
Then we found her. The Spider Queen, in her iridescent, spider-y glory, her web a shimmering complexity! The campers were still there, suspended in her silken embrace. I was almost jealous. [SIGH] Held so gently, ready for consumption…
But your parents would be quite upset if we didn’t have you all home at the end of Summer! So we had to come to an amicable solution.
Gracie had since been wrapped up too. I suppose whatever chat they’d had, it simply wasn’t entertaining enough to hold the spider’s attention! I don’t blame her. On the best of days, all Gracie can talk about is what types of plants would win in a fistfight. She has very strong opinions about the uppercut potential of a well-to-do sunflower. Like, I get it, Gracie.
But we were transfixed. Like gazing into the heart of a kaleidoscope, a dizzying vortex of color and light that threatened to swallow us whole. Petrifying, I say. Joshua, who was so convinced he could snap its legs like the big man he is, wept at the sight. Heh.
Any plan we’d cooked up melted in the awe of her becoming. All we could do was stand there and try not to be seen. Still—I figured I’d try reason, one last time.
“Great spirit,” I whispered. “We come not as intruders, but as beggars. We seek not to defy your will, but to know it.”
And I knelt—to show her I was beneath her. Which, frankly, I was. And then—wonder of wonders—she spoke. Her voice rang clean and cold, like a train whistle slicing open the horizon.
“Child,” she said. “The world has changed, and I with it. I mistook you for its venom. Forgive me.”
That was a relief! She wasn’t planning to cook us into Spider Stew and slurp out our insides after all. Just a big misunderstanding. So I bowed my head and said, “Your grace is a balm on our humble meekness. We ask only for the safe return of those in our care.”
I gestured to the group, and the others began subtly coaxing the children down from the gossamer threads.
She watched me with something like…fondness.
Then… “You are a curious thing,” she said. “The world tilts in your shadow—though you remain unaware.”
And I didn’t know what that meant either! I mean, sure, the saplings shiver when we walk by and the sky’s been weirdly alert, but I figured she was just being poetic. You know how ancient spirits are. So, I just nodded like I understood—Good ol’ diplomatic Sydney, ever the interpreter of cryptic spider prophecy!
Meanwhile, Joshua was gathering the disheveled campers up like a mother hen. Everyone was kind of shaken. Even Gracie—usually so stoic—looked rattled from her brief stint as spider bait.
But everyone is home safe! And I think Jedidiah kept some of her silk… says its tensile strength is unmatched. Hm!
Let’s go over tonight’s activity, shall we?
Tonight is the infamous Caterpillar Vigil! You all remember this tradition, right?
Every single camper must assemble in a flawless circle and affix their gaze upon the humble, single caterpillar; unblinking, for as long as possible, until our sir decides to leave. No one knows what happens if you break first, but he seems to know…
And for dinner… Hmm. Late dinner… suspiciously caterpillar flavored.
Don’t worry about it!
Have a good night, little ones!
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[CLOCK TICKING]
SYDNEY
Would you still love me if I was a termite?
JEDIDIAH
… No?
SYDNEY
WHAT THE HELL?
JEDIDIAH
Your non-cerebral nervous system wouldn’t have the chemical processing power to remotely connect with me. What exactly would there be to romance?
SYDNEY
Okay, well, what if I could talk? Or had my same personality?
JEDIDIAH
Mmm… No.
SYDNEY
[OFFENDED SQUAWK] It’s me in there!
JEDIDIAH
You’re a termite. You’d be gross. We could still be friends, but I couldn’t kiss you.
SYDNEY
You are so shallow!
JEDIDIAH
But! I’d keep you in a terrarium and give you twigs or whatever termites eat.
SYDNEY
You’re terrible.
JEDIDIAH
Or, I’d just get rich off my incredible talking termite.
SYDNEY
[IN MOCK DISTRESS] YOU WOULD USE ME FOR MONETARY GAIN?
JEDIDIAH
And social power.
SYDNEY
You’re making me want to cry.
JEDIDIAH
C’mon, you’d never be a termite. I’m only teasing!
SYDNEY
[LAUGHING] Yeah, I know.
[THEY BOTH LAUGH TOGETHER]
JEDIDIAH
[IN AMUSEMENT] Termite…
[MORE LAUGHTER]
[SILENCE]
SYDNEY
Did you know termites mate for life?
JEDIDIAH
Yeah?
SYDNEY
Yeah, they find one another and found a colony in lasting matrimony. Once two termites come together, they grab on and they never let go. Til death do they part, and all that.
JEDIDIAH
I see.
SYDNEY
But the time before a union is dangerous for nuptials. Most don’t make it out alive. They get eaten or starve themselves. I always found beauty in that; in the ways they’d just as quickly die for a chance at love, flying into the snapping jaws of predators if it means an eternal companionship.
JEDIDIAH
I guess it does sound fairly romantic.
SYDNEY
Doesn’t it?
JEDIDIAH
In a twisted sort of way.
SYDNEY
[CHUFFS] I guess.
JEDIDIAH
You’re pretty poetic right now.
SYDNEY
I guess I just feel it… They make a little termite colony together, the king and queen, and live inseparably in their little termite nest.
JEDIDIAH
Mhm.
SYDNEY
Anyways, I would be your termite queen…
[SILENCE]
JEDIDIAH
[GRAVELY] …what happens if one of them dies?
SYDNEY
Nothing nearly as romantic, I think.
JEDIDIAH
I see…
[SILENCE]
JEDIDIAH
I love… you.. you- you make me… so happy. I’m so—I guess… I want to—…
SYDNEY
Mm?
JEDIDIAH
I-I… I’m really glad I get to—to hold you, Sydney.
SYDNEY
[HE HUMS] Yeah, I’m glad too.
JEDIDIAH
It’s.. No. uh…
SYDNEY
Er?
JEDIDIAH
I… i don’t think I express… I don’t think I say it enough.
SYDNEY
You’re okay.
JEDIDIAH
You’ve been so—so patient with me and it’s. I know things… things aren’t, I guess, always fair for you but—
SYDNEY
It’s okay.
JEDIDIAH
But you always… you really make me happy, and, and I want to thank you for… I guess. Letting me get. Together. You know?
SYDNEY
No, I’m not sure I do.
JEDIDIAH
[HE STARTS SNIFFLING] I- I’ve put you through hell.
SYDNEY
Oh. Hey, it’s okay…
JEDIDIAH
You don’t deserve it.
SYDNEY
I’m okay.
JEDIDIAH
[CLEARLY CRYING] You’re, you’re so soft and squishy.
SYDNEY
I think you may have had a bit too much wine.
JEDIDIAH
You’re like a marshmallow.
SYDNEY
Okay.
JEDIDIAH
And I love holding you…
SYDNEY
Yeah, I know.
JEDIDIAH
[SNIFFLE] No, I’m sober.
SYDNEY
Yeah, but don’t drink anymore.
JEDIDIAH
[SNIFF] Oh… okay.
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Today’s episode of Camp Here & There was written and directed by Blue Wolfe.
The role of Sydney Sargent was performed by Blue Wolfe.
The role of Jedidiah Martin was performed by Voicebox Vance.
The role of Rowan Chow was performed by Corey Wilder.
The role of Soren Baltimore was performed by Mikee Joaquin.
The role of Yvonne Marley was performed by Emily Safko.
The role of Joshua MacHeath was performed by Ty Coker.
With original music composed by Will Wood and produced by Jonathon Maisto.
Additional music composed by Kyle Gabler and Another You.
Dialogue editing by Emily Safko.
Sound design by Blue Wolfe and Another You.
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