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1 YR ANNIVERSARY PRIVATE HEARTGAME

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[ You suddenly find yourself standing in the absolute thick of an intense snowstorm. The wind whips around and over you, pummeling flurries into you. The cold sinks down deep into your bones with what feels like an unshakable grip. The furthest you can see with any decent clarity is three feet around you, beyond which everything becomes shadow blobs of themselves. ]

[ Yet strangely there's a light in the distance. It doesn't look particularly welcoming, but it's certainly different. Better get moving before the snow starts building up around you. ]

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. . .

*pulls out a pencil.

draws glasses on it.*

[ For some reason you feel like the mannequin is smiling at you now. ]

*draws a smile on it too.*

[ It now looks like a 8) at you. ]

*GOSH!

looks at the paperwork.*

[ On the desk sits a book wide open and half written. There's a note stuck to one side of the desk with the word COOKING? written on it. On the other end of the desk is a neat pile of individual papers, but is covered in fine dust. There's also a pad of clean paper and a set of pens laid out in an orderly fashion. ]

*shakes the dust off the papers :B cleanliness. anything written on these?*

[ There are scribbled diagrams and notes on the fomicry process, though there are a lot of question marks and margin notes on certain theories requiring testing. ]

*oh no reads through all of them. sorry Mage i loev magical theory

checks the half-written book too???*

[ ALL THE SCIENCE, KK'S WORLD STYLE SCIENCE. WITH DIAGRAMS AND EVERYTHING. Although the tail end of the writing gets increasingly more confusing with frustrated scribbles before ending abruptly in the middle of a theory. ]

Missing something . . .?

*doesn't have his own science tech skills back but flicks through the fomicry papers again, adding a couple of notes on two or three of the theories -- 'from what you've written down it looks like x would destabilize y,' that sort of thing.

then sits down and writes some Tales recipes on the pad of clean paper and sticks the 'COOKING?' note on it.*

[ Thank you, Mithos. ]

*I'M A HELPER WHO HELPS.

on second thought also draws a space pony on one of the fomicry papers, draws an arrow to it and writes 'make one of these sometime'

AND THEN GOES TO CHECK THE PEDESTALS*

[ ... ide...

Six of the seven pedestals stand neat and orderly. The last one lays battered and broken. The third one is lit with a light blue orb of light, and the fourth is lit with a blue one. ]

*...> poke the orbs*

[ The light blue one gives you the sudden feeling of wind. The blue one has the cool chill of water. You feel strangely powerful now. ]

*strangely powerful like how . . .*

[ Like all your TP was suddenly refilled and upgraded. ]

*...whistles*

Thanks...

*are the other pedestals empty--?*

[ All the other pedestals are unlit and the last one is shattered. ]

*pokes at the debris of the last one :[*

[ A chunk falls off and away from you through an existing crack. ]

*looks back at the mannequin '-'*

I don't suppose you talk.

[ Nothing but silence. ]

*sigh.

bookcase.*

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