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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Even the few shy moon creatures you find in the wild have strange crystal growths on their hides. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers yields nothing but an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.

After a day or two of living off the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. After the strange phenomenon during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why did I inhale all those permanent markers in the third grade? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay.

While waiting for transport to be prepared, you may freely roam around the government center. Eventually you’re called back from exploring, escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the moons and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals. The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ Whip It Good
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

B At the Crystarium Moonports is a new family restaurant called Grapplebears, here to serve your favorite dishes from all around the galaxy at affordable prices! The menu ranges from the atomically hot and spicy Chamakshalan curry rice, delectable dragonsaur steak served with mashed space-tatoes, to the sweet and creamy Lunatian milkshakes that bring all the boys to the yard, all prepared by their handsome and huggable bear crew.

As you might have noticed, the restaurant staff is a ragtag group with members from planets unknown to both Prismals and Moonblessed. The waiters and waitresses in particular are tall, muscular, leather-clad bears who take your order by whipping you with a special riding crop that compels you to bark out your order — but only if you ask to be, of course! They might induce you to reveal other unrelated interests so make sure you’re not thinking about anything embarrassing!

If you chat up the staff or customers, you learn more about the restaurant’s origins. The bears say their planets* were also wiped by the Calamity hundreds of years ago, and life for them has been difficult for them since then…

*Further information about these planets is unavailable at this time.

▶ Night of the Living Dummy
City of Lunatia | top

The last vestiges of Geistnacht have officially passed and the first chilly autumn breeze ushers in the new season. The city is awash in giant piles of browning leaves that decorate every walkway.

A To deal with the mass collection of fallen leaves, many buildings across the city have been retrofitted with a new disposal system to help clean up. A sprawling network of automated vacuum tubes around the city will efficiently suck all those pesky leaves right up. While children love playing inside and using them to “teleport” around Lunatia, they have also been known to spontaneously suck up anyone who’s not too careful. You may find yourself falling on some hapless bystander on their afternoon walk, or crammed in a tube with your new neighbors. Lunar Scientia officials warn everyone to be careful of where you walk, else you might need to crawl your way to sweet freedom.

B A pop-up shop in Level 1 is attracting much of the locals' attention, run by a peddler who speaks in a low, elongated hiss and wears a hood over his face. He assures you that his face is of no consequence. What is more important is his selection of wares! In contrast to his cloaked, enigmatic appearance, his travel cart is a Barbie pink explosion of frills, hearts, glitter. He will tell all visitors he comes from the Valley of the Crimson Serpents, which Prismals and older Moonblessed arrivals find odd. Wasn’t the Sanguis moon uninhabitable?

Among the peddler’s wares are adorable, wide-eyed and heavily perfumed dolls in all sorts of clothes a child dreaming of rainbows and tea parties could ever ask for. Hug and squeeze a doll, and you will be greeted by a pre-recorded voice telling you how they’re your bestest friend ever. It’s like they were made for lovin’ you! But if you look away for one moment, you can almost swear you hear a snake’s hiss, its long tongue licking the shell of your ear… The next time you see the doll, its body will be in a slightly different position or location. Is it… following you? Fortunately, a minimal amount of moonlacing will make it leave you alone. You can wait it out too, but why would you?

Destroy a doll and it will later reappear wherever you are when you least expect it, good as new, but leaking from their porcelain heads is a strange pink, glitter-covered liquid. The peddler calls it the “love juice” giving the doll an extra dose of affection for you.

▶ Bird is the Word
Level 2, Greatmoon Groves | top

As autumn paints Lunatia with its golden hues, pumpkin decorations and desserts are now in vogue. This is thanks to Chroma-infused pumpkin seeds, which allow them to rapidly grow in all sorts of sizes, shapes, and colors. The Moonblessed are invited to visit one of the largest pumpkin patches in the city housed within the Greatmoon Groves, where they can enjoy the sight of oversized, colorful neon and sparkling semi-phallic pumpkins, expertly carved to greet you with their buck-toothed smiles.

A The pumpkin patch is full of toddler-sized creatures called hugbugs. When they are not tending to the pumpkins, they follow the Moonblessed around, requesting hugs and treats in exchange for their obedience.

Reward them and they will do simple errands for you and give you compliments. They will also be your personal hype men, talking up your strengths, talents, and physical assets to all those special someones you’re trying to impress. Once you earn their trust, they will be your friends for life!

Ignore them, hurt them, or bully them, and they will cry and place a curse upon you, reducing your self-esteem to nothing and magically forcing you to cry along with them. The effects of the curse may last for up to a week if you’re not careful! But how could you do such a thing? The hugbugs are sensitive and want somebody to love.

B If you manage to survive your encounter with the hugbugs, you are welcome to join in on the Prismal knitting group and enjoy creating your own fanciful scarf made of Galadrian thread, which is known for its bright, golden sheen and aromatic properties. Give it to a friend or wear it yourself, and you will notice a strange ability to attract animals and insects of all kinds. Live out your Disney Princess fantasy! Or a Hitchcockian nightmare. It’s all a matter of perspective as a whole flock of honking birds comes bounding towards you.

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Ah...

[Steinbeck thankfully saves Lovecraft from his indecision about whether he should ask for candy or just get it himself, and he instead watches as their hands entwine. He tentatively returns the gesture, curling his long fingers to match Steinbeck's.

Huh. Huh.]

You're very warm. [Okay, everyone is warm compared to himself, but this is unexpectedly warm to him.] It's...nice.

[What surprises him most is how nice it is. Could he put this experience up there with eating sweets? Hmmmm.]

[He winces at that, and stares down at his knees.]

I'm not that good, Martin. I've- I've done things.

[He is a monster after all. He's fed on people more than once. He isn't a good person.

And the rest of it...]

Martin... I'll try. You shouldn't have to kill anyone. I just don't know if thing work like that.

[ Sitting on the ground, hunched over bear a nearby pumpkin was the sounds of crying. It wasn't just one creature though, there seemed to be about five high pitched sobbing sounds all surrounding the source of the tears. The little creatures looked like they were all aquatic in nature, and they were clinging to this big long black coat that might look awfully familiar with that dragon design on the back.

Unfortunately this lump of a coat couldn't be helpful at all because it seemed to be vibrating with choked sobs as well. ]

As if... these stupid creatures could be malaks. Don't be stupid...!

[ His words only seemed to upset the creatures further which just brought out more frustrating tears from the moody lump. ]

⸸ whip it good; b:

[ There were very few instances in Michael's relatively short life that have given him true reason to hesitate. Waking in a crystal laden wilderness, rescued by gallant moon knights, taken to the planet Prismatica, and then left to find his own accommodations - none of this succeeds in giving him pause. However, the sudden, abrupt, and completely frustrating inability to use some of his powers does. He was born strong and has never known anything else.

The realization that he may or may not get them back sends him out. Exploring. Looking. Searching for answers to questions he won't ask. He ends up ushered to a two person table in a restaurant called Grapplebears sitting across from a stranger. Their tall, muscular, leather-clad waiter tells them to introduce themselves and choose an appetizer before leaving them.

Alright. ]

Michael Langdon.

[ He smiles softly, easily, as he lifts and extends his hand across the table. ]

We'd better do as they say or else.

[ Is he taking their situation lightly? Yes. There's humor in the situation and he really wants to get to know his dinner companion. ]

⸸ network:

un: avesatanas

[ The communication bracelet was bulky and aesthetically unappealing. He wore only because he had to. ]

Isn't it strange that it isn't any different here than where we were before.
Autumn. All the yellows and oranges. Pumpkin patches and smiling faces.
An emphasis on lust and sex in the form of phallic-shaped holiday decorations and responsibilities.

The horizon is new. The stars align in unseen patterns.
But you're all exactly the same.

It's a lonely thought and I don't want to be alone anymore.

[ Michael is testing the waters as much as he's looking to see if there's anyone interesting here. Without his connection to his father and the subsequent lack of a lot of his power, he'll have to use his intellect to determine who to use and who to toss aside. Fortunately, he's really good at playing nice. ]

⸸ ooc:

[ Michael is from American Horror Story Apocalypse. There's more info on him here! I also have an opt opt out post for him here due to his age and a form for anyone that wants to opt out of any of his abilities. I'm open to all types of cr and all mediums! His moonblessing is Iris because that's funny to me. ]

[Handholding, in Steinbeck's opinion, is a nice innocent gesture. You can do it with friends, and family, and even the ones you love, but it's not like, romantic. Lovecraft is his partner! Well, his old partner. Regardless, this shouldn't be a big deal, not at all-]

Warm? [And hoo boy, does that comment suddenly get a dash of color into his cheeks. He clears his throat.] Yeah, that's the, uh, moonlacing. It makes it feel good.

[It's just handholding! No big deal!]

( neither of them deserve this terrible fate, but the world is hard and cold and they are soft and warm, and so here they are, stuck in a vacuum tube.

it had been pretty alarming to see another body come tumbling in his direction, but both of them are fortunate that mika managed to get himself stopped between they had a full-body collision. but then that just means they're both trapped and/or stuck in here, with the added wrinkle of suddenly having that shame exposed to another person.

at first it seems like asato might not respond in any way that's not huge, scared eyes, but eventually he gives a small nod. he seems a little less scared, since mika didn't yell or curse at him, but the situation is still a frightening one. )

I can't really... move this arm. ( it's the one that he's kind of on top of, the shoulder pinned by the side of the tube and the elbow and wrist pinned by his own body. if he could manage to turn his shoulder, maybe he would get un-stuck, but he just... can't really do it himself... )

[so Yunmeng Jiang Sect isn't under Jiang Cheng's control when he's from... She files that information away for later.] Um, mm... Of a sort... [She trails off, looking down at her work with a furrowed brow. She doesn't need to concentrate as she works, having done this so many times it's like second nature to her now.]

Where I'm from, people don't believe much in ghosts and monsters and such. Not truly. Most can't even see or hear them or anything. The rare few with the ability, like me, aren't believed much if they try to get loud about it. [Sure it's fine to operate their little fortune telling shops or offer their services to those who might truly look for it, but if they started to indicate they truly did believe or took it seriously...]

Mostly, people just end up thinking you're insane or lashing out at you. [Her movements slow a little, frowning. You're just sick. You're just stressed. Try relaxing more. No one had believed her when her abilities had first started manifesting, just lots of tutting and headshakes and pitying looks for the poor insane girl. And when you're shouted down enough, it's hard not to buy into it, that maybe you are just insane, just sick.]

There was a-- A sect, of sorts, on the mountain I lived on. But they were...Wiped out a long time ago. So I suppose I'm mostly self-taught.

[She carefully pours a cup out for him, pushing it towards him] Here. You can try it straight first and then add what you want to sweeten it until you like it. [And she nods]The berries of the plant are roasted to varying degrees, and the different roasts have different tastes. Then they're ground up--and there are a variety of ways to grind them too. You add hot water, long enough for the taste to come out, but not too long that it goes too bitter.

( confusion reigns over asato's expression and his demeanor, overpowering the lesser emotions of anger and alarm. not remember him? was he supposed to have met this imposter? unless he means konoe, but he gets the feeling that isn't the case -- besides this stranger's countenance, there is nothing else about him that makes him think of konoe.

again... had he already forgotten once before? it doesn't make any sense to him. he knows so few cats to begin with; the list was pretty much confined to the cats of kira, konoe, and bardo, along with the strangers he had merely brushed past when walking the streets of ransen. if he had forgotten who this stranger is, and to make up for the restrained familiarity that he had seen in his eyes, he would have had to forget quite a lot.

he doesn't respond at first, neither to the question nor to the comments on his current predicament. asato glances around himself, absent-mindedly shaking one hand to try to get himself free of several loops of yarn tangled around his wrist (it doesn't work). he finally returns his attention to the imposter, growling, ) I don't know you. If you want me to know, you will have to tell me.

[Yeah, he does, because he hit the borg and bounced.

Literally bounced.

So he's sort of just lying there, unable to really move without a lot of pain right now.]

Ow...fuck, what was that?

[Pardon his language, he just pinballed off a magi's borg.]

[He still can't shove Cassim off. Nerd.]

Nope! You said it yourself, it's been two years! I've been dead for two years, so I'm twenty.

The fact you keep freaking out over it tells me you kinda do.

[The hugbugs don't mind. They're just laughing.]

Oh. Uh.

[ Huh, how does he describe clubs...]

Kind of like bars but darker, and with dancing, there’s more of a party atmosphere than at a bar. It would be easier to show you probably.

Moonlacing...

[He idly repeats the term as he observes the warmth traveling toward his core. Hm. He nods, making a contented noise. Yes, he can conclusively put this up there with sweets on the enjoyable list. He'd be annoyed that it has to come from touching people, but he knows Steinbeck. Touching Steinbeck is fine.

Eventually, his gaze shifts upward and he locks eyes with Steinbeck.]

Am I making you too warm?

[He hasn't quite caught on to the tension.]

Yeah, probably.

[Party atmosphere? So...stupid rich and obnoxious? Or like the fun parties of the slums?

...looking at the rest of this city, Cassim's gonna guess that first one.]

Still sounds like a place to leave Alibaba. Might even do him some good!

Yeah. You kinda get used to this type of place when you’re here long enough. Usually. [ Billy no longer even bats an eye at these places. ]

This planet...it’s really into some weird things sometimes. But not all the restraints are like this. There are definitely some normal places I can show you if you like. Where they won’t whip you when you order.

WhoooOOOOAAAAAAAAAA!!

[The scream of panic (or at least intense confusion) is muffled by the pipe at first, but soon becomes louder as Aoba approaches the exit, only to drop right down on the ground. He doesn't really take note of the person he just missed, at first: he's a little too busy trying to deal with the shock of his sudden drop, and the way it knocked the wind right out of him.]

Ouch-ouch-ouch...

[Pffft... Okay, no, he's got this. First, turn around so that he's sitting; he can catch his breath and recover a bit more before he gets up.

Except while he's still sitting, taking in his surrounds, he finally realizes that he knows that person, pointing at the familiar face as if it might somehow disappear if he doesn't quickly call it out that way.]

Virus?!

[Aoba himself is pretty recognizable, too, even wearing his Brain Nuts jacket... though he's wearing something Virus hasn't seen him in underneath. (It's cold, or he wouldn't be wearing his jacket over it!)

Depending on the calendar, you could also have a bunny boy Aoba, if you so wish. Same outfit, but with some blue bunny ears and a blue bunny tail; yanno, the usual.]

[wei wuxian listens attentively to lady kozukata as she tells her story bit by bit. it paints a sobering picture - there was a time once, back home, when cultivation was seen as the work of evil, and it had taken dynasties and the blood, sweat, and tears of their ancestors for it to become accepted the way it is now. wei wuxian can't imagine a world where he couldn't cultivate, much less learn about harnessing spirits and qi the way he can now.

he nods in acknowledgment of lady kozukata's story, refraining from commenting further. it's not his place to placate or comfort yet, and what would there be to say? silence is weighted enough to ring true, and carry wei wuxian's heartfelt condolences.

he does say one thing, though.]

Sometimes the self is the best teacher one can have. Do not be embarrassed about your skills, Lady Kozukata.

[he graciously accepts the cup, swirling the liquid with a flick of the wrist and breathing in the aroma before bringing the cup to his lips.

wei wuxian's first experience with coffee can be summed up with one word: divine. the bitterness doesn't bother him at all, even though it could stand to be sweeter - the richness of the flavor, though, captivates him, and wei wuxian finds himself taking quick sips of the drink as it cools.

it's heavy on his stomach - heavier than black tea. already wei wuxian can see himself paring the drink with rice cakes fresh from the oven, the light sweetness contrasting with the unique bitterness of the drink.

to say that wei wuxian's captivated by coffee is to underplay the experience.]

Lady Kozukata. You have enthralled me. I am in love with this drink.

Home It Good

[Another day, Another world.

Or at least, he would think that if he were Ritsuka. Him ending up somewhere outside of Chaldea was unheard of these days. (And he was stressing over it, a lot. Who knew what was happening back there with DaVinci in charge in his absence. If she was even still there herself.)

He spent some time in his apartment, reading up on a few things before going out to wander the city and try not to get himself lost. If anyone is out and about, they might find him at a street food vendor, checking the menu and prices.]

Hey, do you mind a quick handshake? Need just a bit more. [Said with a smile.]

Night of the Living Dummy aka It's Raining Men

[Some people would be bored or annoyed by walking through leaves. Anyone looking at Romani would possibly see a bit of awe in his face, because this may be his first time experiencing the fall leaves.

Too bad it's interrupted by being sucked up one of the automated tubes cleaning the leaves, and he's sucked through the system of tubes before being spat out somewhere else.

And landing on someone.

Ah, I'm so sorry! You're not too hurt are you?

Wildcard

[Feel free to hit me up with something different. Note: I'm through the Temple. You can hit me up here or on Plurk at

penguinknitter

[ Annette, always misstepping into one unfortunate situation after another, and it seems her newly-begun life in Prismatica's looking to be no different. ]

—Ow!

[ It's only thanks to the leaves scattered every which way that she doesn't end up scraping her hands or knees as she tumbles to the ground, but they still sting as she pushes herself back upright, eyes scrunching up in pain as she turns her attention towards her accidental assailant.

What's he asking? If she's okay? Hard to tell with the accent. ]

It's fine, I'm not hurt...at least not a lot. [ The stinging will go away after a little bit, she's sure of it. More importantly: ] I'm not sure though. I only got here a few days ago myself, and everything's been so different compared to back at the monastery.

[ There are metal boxes on wheels? Flashing lights that hurt her eyes every time she looks at them?? And don't even get her started on 'telly-fonez'. ]

[It's suddenly striking Steinbeck how surreal this is. In the span of a few minutes, he has reunited with his old partner who he thought he might never see again on a magical crystal planet, they're talking like nothing happened, and now they're holding hands. Moonlacing, even.]

[He lets out a huff.]

No. [He lies - the burn of his cheeks really is a traitor. He quickly looks away to look at the selection of candy. Time to switch topics!] Hey, anything here you really want? Let's get it.

[wei wuxian isn't sure how to feel. on one hand, he's relieved that he's not hallucinating; the man standing in front of him is indeed a separate entity from himself, with their own name and (presumably) body. on the other hand?

what in the world is going on that there's someone out there with the same face as himself???

ah! wei wuxian's face crumples up in confusion. at least i know what i'll look like in my twenties, he reassures himself, seeing as there's little else to lose now at this point. i still look good, though i should probably do something about my hair.

he can already hear jiang cheng's voice ringing in the back of his head, telling him to mind the situation and not make fun of it; it draws a surprised huff of laughter from wei wuxian.]

I am Wei Ying, by the courtesy name Wei Wuxian. It's-- Do I say it's good to meet you, when we both have the same face? I'm afraid I don't know the etiquette for this kind of situation.

[The barest widening of eyes is the only hint of surprise that flickers across his face before it's gone just as quickly, covered by that usual smile.]

Oh, it's Aoba-san. What a surprise.

[A surprise for more reason than one, even though the way he says it doesn't actually sound shocked at all. After all this happens to lean heavily in his favor, even without Trip here. How convenient.

His gaze drops a little lower, drawn rather quickly to that very interesting corset. An eyebrow raises just slightly and his smile turns a hint teasing as he takes a step closer and squats in front of Aoba, elbow resting on one knee with his chin propped in-hand.]

That's a very interesting outfit you're wearing. Do you have other things to match?

[ A scarf? For her? And from a stranger no less!

Annette's surprise slowly turns into skepticism as she takes in the sight of the rows of yarn in front of her, some of them uneven, and the.....thing (maybe it's a flower???) knit on the front. Is it even a scarf, tbh.... Well, it's not like it matters! Surely this girl made it with her whole heart and her best effort and that's what really matters in the end!

But still......it's kind of ugly. ]

Are you sure? Wouldn't you want to give it to a good friend of yours instead? Or wear it yourself, it's kind of chilly out here don't you think?

[ This may or may not be a ploy to evade wearing the Questionable Scarf. ]

[ you know who else looks just like wei wuxian? another wei wuxian — except this one holds less of a resemblance, much to the irony of everything, because mo xuanyu and wei wuxian hold no similar genes (despite, again, everything). the general atmosphere is the same, but there are visible differences.

when they bump into each other, it's because one is distracted by his thoughts, while the other is distracted by an equally red hugbug who has also attached itself to wei ying's hips, and it's almost a bit too nostalgic; the difference here being that a-yuan, back then, was nowhere as energetic or excitable. he was just a small child who'd cling to his leg every other minute.

wei wuxian recognizes himself easily, but he doubts himself would recognize him. should he even wonder how this is possible at all? this is very much clearly his younger self in all of his glory (how young? if he had to shoot a wild guess, isn't he still studying at the cloud recesses? so young!!!), and between all of his thoughts, he dismisses them with ease. this is going to be fun. look at him! this is an once-in-a-lifetime experience! ]

Hm? Oh, it's a pumpkin stain. This little guy over here has been following me around ever since he spilled some pumpkin juice on me. I told him it's fine, and now he won't leave me.

[ is the hugbug even a he?? who knows. wei wuxian gives the little weird monster a pat on the head once it starts feeling guilty again, reassuring it it's okay. he can just wash his clothes once he's home. ]

[Sanzang just loves world-hopping. It's a good thing she assumes Kaguya or the other Mystics will come by sooner or later to pick her up, otherwise she might've seriously started feeling sad.

Plus, everything's so new and exciting! Or maybe not quite new; the technology is far beyond what she's seen in the mystic realm, but she's seen bits and pieces and talked to the heroes of the future before (oh the fun things that ensue when a giant evil starts mashing universes and timelines together all willy-nilly!).

Either way, it's fascinating and the hugbugs are just adorable. She's quick to make friends with one, teaching it to dance with her and laughing brightly as she bounces through the crowd, only to inevitably bump right into someone.

Sanzang turns with an 'oops!' of surprise and stares wide-eyed, waving her sleeve-covered hands with a sheepish smile. The jewels on her headdress clink together pleasantly as she moves her head, the lotus-like chakra mark on her forehead standing out particularly bright against her skin.] Sorry! The fault was probably mine.I just can't stop myself from dancing when it's this nice out! [Ah, but he's pointing out a dirt stain on one of her sleeves and she looks a little dismayed.]

Oh! From when I was helping move the pumpkins around! Oh no... How am I going to get that out... [The Chinese watersleeves were of the finest silk, a weapon only once she'd channeled her spiritual energy and magic into them to make them so-- it wasn't like she couldn't replace them, it'd just be a pain.]

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