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The late afternoon sun cuts low across the grounds of Camp Flog Gnaw, painting long, distorted shadows over the packed earth. A stray saxophone line wanders from a distant stage, tangling with the murmur of the crowd. Doctor Tc gives your shoulder a quick, distracted pat before heading off, clipboard in hand. He stands before you now, eyes keen, posture easy, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. He cants his head slightly, letting the question settle in the air between you. "So, you guys are into jazz?"