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[color=00FCD8]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Campground
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By the time Aster was able to respond to Zeke, he'd been pulled outside by the buffoon of a boyfriend. Aster shrugged, the nuisance out of his hair for at least a moment. He shoved everything back in the closet - he'd grab it back on his way back over - and shut the door as the fools wandered back in, people from the HAM radio in tow. [color=00FCD8] “Yes, the cabin is open but I would find a more suitable place to place it. I'm certain the vermin in sewers have better accommodations. And, for your own health, do [i]not[/i] touch the mattresses. I'm still looking for anything to actually clean with and I can guarantee your safety in their current conditin.”[/color] Aster sniffed, cutting in for Zeke, and whirled on his heel to bother Macro in the kitchen. 

The smell of food frying was a welcomed surprise and Aster sighed as he pushed open the doors. [color=00FCD8]“Marco darling, light of my life, apple of my heart, you will.not [i]believe[/i] how atrocious this place is. The mattresses are basically a grilled cheese sandwich and ick is the filling. I think there are rat droppings under the beds and Zeke nearly made me put my suitcases on the [i]floor[/i]. Can you believe that? Now, they don't have anything but a questionable spray bottle, a mop, and that's basically it!”[/color] Aster complained, propping an arm on Marco's shoulder to see what he was cooking. [color=00FCD8]“Though, you should be proud of me. The stench of insecurity from those two has been cleared. I gifted Zeke the wisdom of my confidence and he got his man, though I certainly question his taste. I have done my good deed for the day and I am [i]exhausted[/i]. How do the masses do this every day?”[/color]

That was when Aster saw it. A non-descript little cabinet under the sink. Aster gasped and bolted for it, throwing it open, and nearly sobbed with relief. Floor cleaner, glass cleaner, and rags all neatly wrapped up in plastic. Aster spun and broke into an energetic victory dance.