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EVENT #1: FAE FESTIVITIES
INTO THE WOODS
Click Clock Wood (Spring) by Grant Kirkhope
2:05 / 4:59
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Grant Kirkhope is a Scottish composer and voice actor for video games and film. Some of his notable works include GoldenEye 007, Banjo-Kazooie, Donkey Kong 64, and Perfect Dark, among many others.
After making your way through the tiny farming town of Ich and out towards the rim of a massive raised crater, you will find yourself being led through a narrow split in the canyon wall. Inside, glow worms cling to the ceiling and create the illusion of a thousand twinkling stars above the moistened rocks.
When you finally emerge, it is into an impossibly lush landscape of massive, redwood-sized tangling trees and a soft moss carpet. Life abounds here. It feels like an oasis of birdsong and animal activity.
A short walk leads you to the prepared party-grounds. A large clearing with quaint huts all around decorated with strange flowers for partygoers to rest or otherwise entertain themselves.
There appear to be several games and stalls set up, the sweet and savory scents of delicious food fills the air, and so do the patrons of the forest. Seemingly hundreds of Fae folk zip around and greet the newcomers excitedly by placing garlands of vines and crowns of flowers atop their heads.
Glowing flowers and toadstools light your way here. It also seems that even the animals get in on the festivities! Really, just about everything talks here. Almost everything, anyways! Talking to a tree stump might not yield many results but you're welcome to try.
Each entrant is also provided upon arrival a copy of The Rules. A rolled parchment that resists water or any other damage. It also prevents you from writing on it so you can't just do what you want.
The rules read as follows:
When you finally emerge, it is into an impossibly lush landscape of massive, redwood-sized tangling trees and a soft moss carpet. Life abounds here. It feels like an oasis of birdsong and animal activity.
A short walk leads you to the prepared party-grounds. A large clearing with quaint huts all around decorated with strange flowers for partygoers to rest or otherwise entertain themselves.
There appear to be several games and stalls set up, the sweet and savory scents of delicious food fills the air, and so do the patrons of the forest. Seemingly hundreds of Fae folk zip around and greet the newcomers excitedly by placing garlands of vines and crowns of flowers atop their heads.
Glowing flowers and toadstools light your way here. It also seems that even the animals get in on the festivities! Really, just about everything talks here. Almost everything, anyways! Talking to a tree stump might not yield many results but you're welcome to try.
Each entrant is also provided upon arrival a copy of The Rules. A rolled parchment that resists water or any other damage. It also prevents you from writing on it so you can't just do what you want.
The rules read as follows:
- DO:
- ⁂ Accept gifts from the Fae.
⁂ Sample the food provided at the party ONLY.
⁂ Play games with the Fae.
⁂ Feel at ease to rest in the provided huts.
⁂ Keep tabs on your shadow lest it wander.
- ⁂ Make a TRADE with the Fae.
⁂ Provide any personal items as gifts or otherwise to the Fae.
⁂ Provide your true name to the Fae.
⁂ Wander away from the designated party area.
⁂ Ascend any staircases you find in the woods.
- ⁂ If you see an old woman hiking through the area, feel free to stop her and lie to her. The more brazen and obvious the lie the better. She appreciates this!
GAMES & ENTERTAINMENT
Amongst the games and attractions are a variety of fun possibilities!
GAMES
- ⁂ Battleship! (Fae Style!) A number of Fae will be hiding on a large grid of flowers. You guess the locations and if you are correct then you will win a small prize! It is a cup of nectar that refills endlessly, and numbs any pains you may have. This works even outside of the forest and can be taken home.
Every time you miss though, you receive a small 'curse.' Nothing harmful! Maybe you’re just rotating in place for the next hour, your ears become daisies, or you grow a tree out of your head? (Feel free to come up with your own silly ideas!) All of the curses will dissipate after a time or upon leaving the forest and none will do any harm or cause pain. The Fae are all about fun tricks, not hurting anyone!
⁂ Dress Up Darlings! You enter a booth and allow the Fae to decide your outfit! Upon the agreement that you'll wear it the rest of the party, of course, no matter how silly or ridiculous it is.
⁂ Bobbing For Onions! Yes, you read that right. Bobbing for onions. There are onions floating around... in water. You have to catch them with your teeth. The prize for success is a Bag of Onions. This bag never runs out of onions. They are always fresh and always onions. Not always the same kind of onion, but always onions nonetheless. This bag works outside of the forest and can be taken home.
⁂ What's In The Box? There is a box. There is something in it. Maybe it's frogs. Maybe it's slugs. Possibly bugs? Maybe apples. We don’t know. Stick your hand in the box and take a guess at what you’re touching! If you’re right, you win the contents of the box!
We'll let players decide via coin flip, rolls, or however they want if their guess is correct! Any items won though will be common, every day items like mentioned and nothing especially exciting. Unless you're really into frogs. Then it's your lucky day, apparently!
ENTERTAINMENT
- ⁂ Slayd & The Possums! Slayd is here and he’s throwing down the banjo tunes with his possum pals. Feel free to join him if you are musically inclined! The Fae will provide any instrument your heart desires! They can't grant you the ability to play it though if you don't know how.
⁂ The Crowning of the King of Misrule! Randomly chosen by the Fae, enter a lottery to be chosen as the King of Misrule for the evening. You will be dressed in a stupid outfit and granted Fae wings for the night! You also have the insatiable urge to play harmless pranks on people. The Fae will also give you a "Special Gift" at the end of the party...
FOR THE FOOLISH
Ahh, but there are rule breakers amongst us aren't there? If you choose to sneak away from the party, chances are nobody will stop you; however, you are now on your own in the Talahee Forest.
The first layer of the forest is very much similar to what you have already seen. Everything is coated in a thick mat of moss and trees wind away like a massive birds nest to form the canopy above. The faint sounds of animals can still be heard. Up here, you may encounter Fae who did not attend the party. They'll ask you your name and other personal details.
Best that you lie.
The further in that you head, the darker the forest gets. It seems you are following a downward slope. The trees get bigger here, as do the insects and toadstools. Bioluminescence rules down here it seems. You may encounter stranger creatures here. Ones that will try to make very tempting trades for your personal belongings. Things that will seem like an amazing deal to you. They offer magical items of great power, or even personal effects from home.
Don't be fooled though. These objects are cursed, and are not at all what they seem. You have the distinct feeling of being watched at all times here.
⁂ Possible Encounters: Owlbear, Displacer Beast, Giant Badger
Are you getting smaller or is everything else getting bigger? Were Slayd here, he would have told you about the concept of Deep Forest Gigantism. The deeper you go - just like the ocean - the larger that the flora and fauna get.
You are dwarfed by the mushrooms here in the pitch darkness and only guided by the latent glow of the creatures and fungi that dwell here. Bugs the size of house-cats skitter in your wake. Are you sure you want to be here? Should you encounter anything larger, you’d best stay silent. Or run!
⁂ Possible Encounters: Giant predatory Elk (RUN), Rodents of Unusual Size, Extra Large Bugs
The trees seem to clear out here as you reach the bottom of the forest. There is no light here so hope you brought a match. The landscape down here is a blanket of moss dotted with countless shallow pools. Looking into one of these pools, you will see your reflection... though it may look different in some way.
You will feel extremely compelled to reach down and touch the reflection in the water. Should you give in, you feel as though your world is turning upside down. You could receive memories not quite your own. Memories of a different version of you, even! (CRAU, Canon Update, or Canon AU!)
Yet, you will be experiencing them as your own. A long time could pass in your mind while only seconds have only elapsed in reality. Upon waking, you will find that you have been ejected from the party and the forest entirely. You find yourself at the entrance to the crater. Disoriented, and compelled not to re-enter, you have only yourself to blame as you must shamble your way home with this burdensome knowledge.
FIRST LAYER
Rak'tika Greatwood Theme ( Civilizations ) by Masayoshi Soken
4:34 / 5:15
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"Civilizations" prominently features a female vocalist. The lyrics are in the Ronkan language, and has not been officially translated.
The first layer of the forest is very much similar to what you have already seen. Everything is coated in a thick mat of moss and trees wind away like a massive birds nest to form the canopy above. The faint sounds of animals can still be heard. Up here, you may encounter Fae who did not attend the party. They'll ask you your name and other personal details.
Best that you lie.
SECOND LAYER
Click Clock Wood (Autumn) by Grant Kirkhope
1:12 / 4:11
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Grant Kirkhope is a Scottish composer and voice actor for video games and film. Some of his notable works include GoldenEye 007, Banjo-Kazooie, Donkey Kong 64, and Perfect Dark, among many others.
The further in that you head, the darker the forest gets. It seems you are following a downward slope. The trees get bigger here, as do the insects and toadstools. Bioluminescence rules down here it seems. You may encounter stranger creatures here. Ones that will try to make very tempting trades for your personal belongings. Things that will seem like an amazing deal to you. They offer magical items of great power, or even personal effects from home.
Don't be fooled though. These objects are cursed, and are not at all what they seem. You have the distinct feeling of being watched at all times here.
⁂ Possible Encounters: Owlbear, Displacer Beast, Giant Badger
THIRD LAYER
Saint Mocianne's Arboretum (Hard) by Masayoshi Soken
2:50 / 5:10
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...hordes of aggressive plant life exposed to the strange substance stand between you and the information you seek.
Are you getting smaller or is everything else getting bigger? Were Slayd here, he would have told you about the concept of Deep Forest Gigantism. The deeper you go - just like the ocean - the larger that the flora and fauna get.
You are dwarfed by the mushrooms here in the pitch darkness and only guided by the latent glow of the creatures and fungi that dwell here. Bugs the size of house-cats skitter in your wake. Are you sure you want to be here? Should you encounter anything larger, you’d best stay silent. Or run!
⁂ Possible Encounters: Giant predatory Elk (RUN), Rodents of Unusual Size, Extra Large Bugs
FOURTH LAYER
Poison Tree by Grouper
0:30 / 3:16
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'Poison Tree' is a meditation on the complexities of anger and the internal conflict it causes. It draws inspiration from William Blake's poem of the same name.
The trees seem to clear out here as you reach the bottom of the forest. There is no light here so hope you brought a match. The landscape down here is a blanket of moss dotted with countless shallow pools. Looking into one of these pools, you will see your reflection... though it may look different in some way.
You will feel extremely compelled to reach down and touch the reflection in the water. Should you give in, you feel as though your world is turning upside down. You could receive memories not quite your own. Memories of a different version of you, even! (CRAU, Canon Update, or Canon AU!)
Yet, you will be experiencing them as your own. A long time could pass in your mind while only seconds have only elapsed in reality. Upon waking, you will find that you have been ejected from the party and the forest entirely. You find yourself at the entrance to the crater. Disoriented, and compelled not to re-enter, you have only yourself to blame as you must shamble your way home with this burdensome knowledge.
Notes
⁂ For the game prizes, we're using the honor system here! So long as you clear the roll then you can receive a prize with no mod permission needed.
⁂ The plotting post for this event/November is up!
⁂ Additionally, we have a state of the game post available to people read about updates, clarifications, and a poll to participate in!
⁂ If you have any further questions or feedback about this event specifically, please comment here!
⁂ Full Navigation ⁂
- - Battleship: If you roll a d20 above a 13, you can receive one of the nectar cups.
- Bobbing For Onions: If you roll a d20 above a 10, you can receive one of the bag of onions. En...joy...?
⁂ The plotting post for this event/November is up!
⁂ Additionally, we have a state of the game post available to people read about updates, clarifications, and a poll to participate in!
⁂ If you have any further questions or feedback about this event specifically, please comment here!
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"He's not making all of it himself, obviously! He wouldn't have the time! He organizes everything and decides how hard to go in on impressing the guests! And I'm not saying the buns are made from solid magic, that'd be stupid - like any other magic item they enchant them while making them, which, if anything, is even classier!"
Sephiroth doesn't look like the type to know what artisanal means. Popp does not actually know what it means in the context of the modern definition because he hasn't been exposed to the concept of mass production, and as far as he's concerned this guy is just using it as a fancy sounding buzzword to make it sound like he knows what he is talking about. Is he thinking that because that's what he'd do in his place? No comment!
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"Oh. In that case please tell me how waving a stick over a pile of food and murmuring abracadabra is classier."
This is perhaps the second thing in his entire time here he's decided to actually argue about. Most of the time it's just not worth it. Is it even worth it THIS time? Usually he wouldn't bother. What is the difference between this and any other small pointless argument he could have gotten into?
He is aware of it at least, eyeing Popp. Why is THIS even REMOTELY worth bothering over? Because of the food? The ridiculousness of claiming everything is magic? Because it's someone his own age he doesn't have to defer to? "As opposed to the time and effort and skill that would have to go into making every single one of these unique using fine ingredients, by hand, from scratch."
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He does notice that Sephiroth is getting engaged in the argument and this means that he's paying attention to him, which he's on some level happy about because he... likes... attention... but also he's still in a real snit about the whole premise of the argument out of his pride as a mage.
"Oh yeah? If you think using magic to bake is so easy, why don't you try it?!"
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He says it as if it's a fact, not a hypothetical, not a guess. If earlier statements rankled Popp's pride as a mage.. "If it abides by studyable, enforceable laws, with outcomes that can be predicted based on those observations, then it's not 'magic'. If it cannot be studied, observed and acted upon ... it doesn't exist."
A final bun is snatched off the plate, held in his gloved palm. Wind of all things begins to gather in thin delicate nearly tangible wisps of air, swirling in a tight enough circle to lift the bun unsteadily off his palm in a tiny, tiny tornado. "This is science, as understandable and predictable as the nuclear fusion of the stars."
The currently steak-flavored bun bobbles in place, delicious and savory. It's not easy to keep it in one spot with an aero spell.
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Popp's gonna snatch the bun if he can get away with it, which will affect whether or not he's talking with his mouth full in the subsequent sentence. He'd really like to show him up by toasting the bun with a Sizz, which is actual cooking, but he's not that confident in his ability to concentrate and keep it at a safe level when he's this worked up, but on the other hand, he really, really wants to?
"That's a spell, moron."
He doesn't know anything about nuclear fusion, but he does know a lot about rolling his eyes and looking at Sephiroth like he's the biggest idiot to ever set foot on the planet.
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He shakes his head slightly. "You're not to blame for not knowing how things work. If your education systems don't teach you, how would you know? If they taught you the wrong thing, you'd also never know. Imagine what you could do if you weren't limited by that." There's a fine line between blaming the ignorant masses and blaming the ones that are supposed to educate them. "You don't have to be restricted by the ignorance of your teachers, you know. It might mean swallowing a little pride, but the end result is you'll be able to do things they never even dreamed of." That's the power of science!
As long as it wasn't done quite the same way that the Professor did. A lot of good ideas came out of Research and Development, but the implementation ... left him with nightmares and scars.
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One teacher in particular is a huge hot button here, because Popp has modeled half of the things that he actually likes about himself after him.
"Hey! You can say what you like about me, but you don't have the right to insult Master Avan! He knew everything about how magic works, and even more about the human heart! I'd be useless if he'd never taken me in!"
This isn't a fight, and without a fight to put all of those emotions into, they've got to come out one way or another. His vision blurs - oh, those are tears, great, he haaaates it when this happens!
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"Ignorance isn't an insult. If I wished to insult you and your master I would have called you stupid." Did he just call them stupid? It's very hard to tell. "Ignorance can be remedied. Whether or not he took you in is irrelevant--"
Is. Are those tears? Is this kid crying? "What are you doing."
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"What does it look like?! What, are you so perfect and scientific you don't get upset?!"
At least his voice is steady, it's cracking here and there but he's not out and out sobbing, thank the human gods.
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"You should stop before someone notices." Because THAT sure is a thing people can just switch on and off, surely.
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"It's not that easy to stop! What's wrong with you - with whoever raised you?!"
Popp's brain to mouth filter has gone down a few notches in the last thirty seconds or so.
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He wasn't about to not take responsibility if someone did turn up, Popp didn't strike him as the sort to get through a punishment without further tears and thus further punishment, creating a very unpleasant spiral - but if it could be avoided altogether, that was better. "Difficult as it may be it's better than being taken to task for it."
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"C'mon, nobody's going to come after me for bringing down the mood. These little freaks love drama. Master Avan was really kind, by the way. He only pushed his disciples hard because he believed in us, and he wouldn't kick someone when they were down."
...You know that there are like. Authority figures that are nice, right? Right? Talking about Master Avan is bittersweet and also really weird with his past self running around at the same party but he would want to be held up as a good example, this is his legacy.
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The faeries might not care. That much was true. Anyone else though.. "You don't have to explain it. They always want the best for you, to make you become the best you can be. I already know what that entails, the public face isn't required."
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"That's exactly it, but it sounds a lot grimmer when you say it."
He doesn't like to complain about specific training to anyone who hasn't also gone through it, but this seems... close?
"Ol' Matoriv taught me Zoom on short notice by chucking me into a deep lake tied to a rock, and if he hadn't, at least two of my friends would be dead. But also, I nearly drowned and I hated it."
He has a lot of mixed feelings building up in layers in his voice - he's proud that he mastered something hard quickly, and mad that this is what it took to do it, and ashamed that he's speaking ill about the old bastard behind his back (instead of to his face), and relieved to get some stagnant feelings out of his brain in the direction of someone who might get it.
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And that sort of proves his point, he's pretty sure. Teachers are horrendously vicious, but they 'mean well'. And it does work. "But it worked, no matter how terrifying or painful it was in the moment."
That's how it worked. That's how it always worked. Even if he, their prize weapon, was a little more indispensable than most, teachers rarely were interested in losing the time and effort they put into their students. "Terror and raw survival instinct are among nature's most potent tools for us to learn by, for all that they're difficult to experience. And your friends survived because of it, so in the end.. it's still worthwhile, yes?"
Whatever the hell Zoom was. Haste? Portal?
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He does want to make all of his various teachers proud and show off the magic he's learned. Does he... have the control to toast the bun without charring it? Concentration: 14 Yeah, he's kept it together in more dire circumstances than this, and his recent magic practice has centered around baking instead of the more usual, well, terror and raw survival instinct. There's no real fire in his hand, just a raw impression of heat and light, and then, a nicely heated bun.
"Worth it for sure, I keep going back to visit the old coot for a reason."
He rolls the bun from hand to hand - it's pretty hot.
"Maybe I've been taking it too easy here without anyone pushing me."
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And the reason why might have just been hinted at. The toasted bun is studied, because it's easier than looking at people directly. "You have a choice of who teaches you?"
That.. would change things. Misery one selects for themselves is always more tolerable. "..It hasn't been long, and the changes this planet's inflicting on us are what most would call a significant challenge already. What other forms of testing do you prefer?"
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Fortunately, there's something else he can focus on.
"I can practice some things all right on my own, but I can't work on dodging and deflecting without anything to dodge, and I can't use my strongest fire type spells at all, because we're stuck in town or in the woods or the even bigger woods."
He's swung around from melancholy to a comfortable amount of downright grumpy, and starts rage-eating his mutilated bun about it. It has a sort of lightly nutty meat flavor that he can't place as having had before, because he has never eaten a worm.
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A heated food does definitely send scents easier than a cold one, and that this one keeps changing as Popp systematically obliterates it isn't missed.. but he's still not drawing the right conclusion as to what's causing it.
The matter of a lack of things to practice with is met with silence for a long minute or so, studying the ground. He knew where he lay on the scale of nothing to disturbingly lethal, but Popp? "Would you be able to use your strongest abilities if the town were not a concern? Do you still have access to them?"
Thyme's not a bad flavor but it might be a bit herbally jarring.
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"Yeah, it's not like we're in a curse field. I can cast them just fine, I just don't want to tear up anywhere that people live and want in one piece unless I have to. Zoom's the only one that's not behaving. Probably because we're on a different planet and I don't know where anything is unless I'm looking right at it. I'm guessing some of your best stuff is blocked up, since you're asking?"
He takes another couple of buns and tries to heat them both at once. He can't do this. He's just holding bread.
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Something had to be different. But what? He frowns at the buns currently in Popp's hands, untoasted. "Almost everything, in fact. I'm barely better than a well trained common trooper at this point." Which isn't a knock against any of the P0s he just.. expected better of himself.
A lot better. "Have you considered making use of one of the wider rivers? I'm intending to speak with our patron about diverting one into a fish pond sometime this winter, that might also make a cover for fire spells."
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"No kidding? Like you feel weaker, or you've forgotten how to do it, or you know how it should work and it just won't happen?"
Popp gets cursed and poisoned and suffers mental setbacks all the time, he has some valuable, hard-earned perspective here. He's a little pettily glad that he's apparently stronger than Sephiroth right now, he's got a competitive streak. Not one strong enough to make him not want to help.
"As for the rivers - they're great practice for ice, but for fire, it'd have to be wider than what we've got now. A pond'd be better than just waiting around until I can make it to the seashore."
The scent's changed as he's been talking, and it's a distinct seafood whiff now. Popp tosses the done bun up to Sephiroth and starts cooking up the other one.
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It doesn't seem to bother him much, at least not visibly. Everyone he knew was similarly limited, maybe there was something to the process of SOLDIER making that didn't work nicely with this planet, and Popp simply didn't have that problem. One example of no inhibitions versus a half dozen of people sharply reduced in ability did not make a reliable data set. He'd have to ask further with others.
... Eventually. The slowly cooling bun, caught easily, is not yet eaten as it cycles though scents, some more tempting than others. "How wide of a river do you require then? It's going to take a long time to dig a deep enough pond to be worthwhile. ..Which means diverting one of the rivers anyway, so flooding an area may be possible."
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"So the reason the dragons picked out me instead of one of the actual Dragon Knights - strength of a dragon, magic power of a darkling, heart of a human - might be because this place isn't equipped to handle all of that all at once and gives you a backlash...?"
He is casually mentioning what a Dragon Knight is to let Sephiroth know that he is cool about whatever non-human hybrid stuff that he probably has going on. It is a touchy subject for a lot of people.
"I don't need a lake as big as this whole clearing, but one maybe a quarter of the size would work if I don't go wild on dualcasting."
The slowly heating and slowly cooling buns don't have different scents, which Popp does not pick up on because he's right up against his limits of how many things he can keep track of lately. He's not going to go wild on dualcasting.
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