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raiamods ([personal profile] raiamods) wrote in [community profile] ethyraia2021-06-10 06:01 pm

EVENT #01 —

WHO: All PCs
WHAT: Guests arrive at the basecamp
WHEN: June 10 - June 17
WHERE: Basecamp Leviathan
NOTES/WARNINGS: None currently (let us know if we should update this because we missed something)


EVENT LOG 001 — JUNE ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: None currently (let us know if we missed something and should update this!)

Please note that several of these sections have deadlines, so it's a good idea to prioritize your plotting for the earlier section of the event first.

A calendar of events and deadlines is as follows:
IC:
June 10 -
The thessyx arrive with the shell.
June 11 - Dinner with the thessyx, gifts distributed.
June 12 - Scrimmage interrupted by the formation of a sinkhole.
June 14 - Critters emerge from the sinkhole in the gymnasium.
June 13-17 - Two more sinkholes open up, with more critters emerging within the day.

OOC:
June 13 -
Last day to ask about your character interfering with the shell.
June 16 - Last day to ask about your character joining the closed-door meeting with Childe and the thessyx.
June 30 - Last day to register the way your character engages with the thessyx and the critters directly. (Mods do not anticipate replying to these comments.)
❀ UNEXPECTED VISITORS


At noon on June 10, a dozen visitors arrive. The Thessyx carry themselves quietly, moving through the base as if they were attempting to enter a body of water without disturbing it. Lightweight robes of some native skein cover their green-grey amphibian skin, but do not obscure the fact that each of them possesses four arms. Once inside the base and in the leviathan’s embrace, they will lower their hoods and additionally reveal fins of varying colors along the back of their scalps. These creatures have slit noses; wide-set, irisless eyes; and mouths that stretch the full width of their skull. With them, they bring a great shell about three meters long and as tall as a small adult human.

The security force of the Adamant greets the visitors on their entry to camp. These strange amphibious creatures inform the security force that they are the Thessyx, and that the shell is full of gifts. The security force is ordered by Chief Security Officer Rémi to lock the shell away until Captain Childe has had the opportunity to decide what will be done with the contents. If you intend for your character to interfere with the shell in some way, please reach out in the QUESTIONS thread below BEFORE JUNE 13TH — this includes if your character would try to stop others from interfering with it.

Three of their number with blue fins on their head go to speak in a closed-door meeting with Captain Childe. If your character would like to attempt to get access to this meeting, please reach out in the QUESTIONS thread below with an explanation of how they would attempt to do so BEFORE JUNE 16TH.

The next day, more Thessyx arrive, and they will remain on the base for about one week. They move around the camp fairly casually, mingling with the Adamant’s crew. They are particularly interested in the hatchlings. If your character would like to ask specific questions of the Thessyx they encounter, please direct them to the QUESTIONS thread below.

Just before dinner the next evening (June 11), Captain Childe announces that there will be a special celebration in the mess hall, courtesy of their guests — all of their guests. The announcement is as follows, and goes out on the communication devices camp-wide:
I'm sure some of you have noticed the Thessyx walking among us. In light of their arrival and the gifts they've brought with them, we've decided to have a joint celebration in the mess. They have agreed to have guards from their city patrol our perimeter, so everyone has twelve hours off. Attendance isn't mandatory, but it's strongly suggested.

They've brought gifts for our new arrivals as well. These gifts are to be distributed later. I know some of you will think it's unfair that the Thessyx are favoring them, and that in three years of being here this is the first time they've initiated contact with us. Tensions are bound to be high — but the first person who picks a fight is getting thrown in the brig, I don't care if you're a civilian or not. We could all use this break.

Don't offend them. No fish jokes.

Childe out.
At dinner, a few crew members get out their instruments, and Captain Childe even looks the other way when Senior Engineer Thorkil Bjørnson opens up a barrel of the moonshine he’s just finished. It means going without later, but they’ll share some of their modest wealth with the Thessyx. The mess hall is cluttered with revelry, and some of the tables have been pushed together to make room for people to dance.

The feast is made up of various mosses and seaweeds, pickled insects, and a few mollusks. Whether this sounds appetizing or not, it’s the freshest food anyone on the base has had for a while, and it seems it’s only intended for the Children of the Leviathan. Some crew members look on jealously or externalize their bitterness. Others may be pushier — after all, they’ve been providing for the hatchlings out of their own supplies for a while now. Still others will be surprised if any of the hatchlings offer trades or pawn the food off on them preemptively — they may be inclined towards favors and good will.

A few notes:
  • The Thessyx refer to the hatchlings as ‘Children of the Leviathan.’ They do not appear to sleep, nor do they step out from under the leviathan’s embrace when the sun is out. The three blue finned Thessyx who meet with Captain Childe are not the Thessyx’s leaders, only representatives. They prefer to ask the PCs questions about them and where they came from rather than answering questions about themselves.

  • To interfere with the shell, attempt to be involved in the closed-door meeting between Childe and the thessyx, or to ask questions of the thessyx, please visit the QUESTIONS sub-thread. These options have staggered deadlines so that we can account for each stage while responding to the next; these actions of some hatchlings will reflect on others.

  • By JUNE 30TH at 21:00 EST, please respond to the mod comment labeled THESSYX GREETING with a brief description of how your character would greet the Thessyx. Feel free to write multiple characters in a single comment. We just want to check the temperature in the room.

  • ❀ A DISTURBANCE UNDERFOOT

    On June 12th, the thessyx’s visit is disrupted by the appearance of a sinkhole in the gymnasium. The basketball court, which was already in disrepair, suffers the worst of the damage. In the midst of a scrimmage between PCs and NPCs, which the thessyx observe quite rapturously, a 5-meter hole opens in the middle, with concrete and steel and earth crumbling underfoot. Any injured PCs will have their sprains and scratches treated well by the medical team, and the gymnasium will be closed until further notice. Don’t worry! The Adamant’s engineers are on the case, figuring out how the soil’s stability gave way. This could be bad news for the entirety of the basecamp if it’s an ongoing issue. The engineers could probably use some help addressing the issue — to volunteer, reach out to us in the QUESTIONS thread.

    Over the next couple days, two more sinkholes appear — one near the Memorial Wall, and one in the showers (though it thankfully doesn’t seem to have affected the plumbing). Anyone injured by a sinkhole will also have their sprains and scratches treated well by the medical team. Cartagena shares a helpful (“helpful”) PSA about the dangers of sinkholes and how to protect yourself, which is clearly dated and has nothing to do with whatever is going on here on Ethyraia:

    Hello, Children of the Leviathan! Isn’t that a silly name? I guess it’s the most accurate, since you did come from eggs. Soon you will be one month old! Hahaha! Biology can be odd sometimes.

    It’s not just biology, though! Ecology is certainly strange and confusing, and nothing is stranger and more confusing than the ecology of Ethyraia. I’m sure you have all noticed the sinkholes appearing more and more often these days. Do not be alarmed! Not because there is nothing alarming, but because alarm leads to panic and panic leads to more danger!

    For the time being, please follow these helpful tips for sinkholes:
    1. If you see a sinkhole, go the opposite direction.
    2. If you fall into a sinkhole, try not to cry. Instead, yell for help!

    I think these are sufficient enough guidelines to follow, yes?

    Remember, be careful out there! And protect your squishy selves. You never know when you might be useful later. Then it would be a shame if your squishy self was gone. We’d all be very sad. Or most of us. Or some of us. At least me, to the capacity that an AI can be sad.

    Stay safe! Cartagena out.

    On June 14th, the first of the critters emerges from the sinkhole in the gymnasium. These creatures are roughly a meter tall at the shoulder, blind, with enormous clawed forepaws and supernumerary hind-legs that appear shrunken and shrivelled and barely provide function. These creatures have tough, armored hides and truly, truly awful breath. They are capable of tearing through metal with their claws, and small arms fire does nothing to them. Within the day, dozens of them have skittered into the base. They seem as confused and afraid to be in here as the basecamp’s residents are to have them here. However, these are wild animals; they react to their fear with sharp teeth and claws. A few perseverant critters find their way into the cafeteria, sniffing out food, while others can be found gnawing on cables that power the lights for the basecamp.

    Chief Security Officer Rémi will be quick to pursue an extermination plan. The problem is big enough that the PCs are encouraged to help out, and those who volunteer will be quickly accepted, as long as they aren't trying to offer their own bright ideas.

    A few notes:
  • To volunteer to help out with engineering, please visit the QUESTIONS sub-thread.

  • If your character would volunteer to help security exterminate the creatures, or if they would disregard the security force and go after the critters on their own, please let us know in the QUESTIONS thread so we can talk about what this would look like. Rémi isn’t well-known for liking people who subvert the chain of command.

  • By JUNE 30TH at 21:00 EST, please respond to the CRITTER WRANGLING comment with how you vote the critters get dealt with — extermination, rehoming, or something else. If someone has already commented with your characters’ IC preference, please add your +1 under other people’s comments, so it’s easier for us to sort.
  • trassel: (07.)

    [personal profile] trassel 2021-06-22 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    Let's.

    [ In this moment, it's only that. Matthias smiles watching her smile, her excitement, and that's worth so much already. He can never have enough of that expression, on her. ]

    You just ate, [ he says quietly to Trass, who comes over to him to nose at his hand, like Nina's made Matthias more likely to give. It's a good attempt. Matthias hasn't bribed his wolf with food in years. ]

    [ They follow Nina gladly. ]
    neversmall: (087)

    [personal profile] neversmall 2021-06-22 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ She leads them to one of the quiet corners they've found on their explorations, where they are out of sight and have to sit close together to wedge into the corner. With Trassel lying across the entrance, they are safe and nearly invisible.

    She slides in first, turning to him with a smile. ]


    Here, [ she holds out her plate to him. ] Trade.
    trassel: (37.)

    [personal profile] trassel 2021-06-22 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ She misses being close. It's hard to begrudge her that when he does also, and Matthias slots in with little second-guessing, close enough that she might rest her head on his shoulder, or he could reach around her waist. ]

    Very well.

    [ Her persistence is rewarded when he takes the plate, and offers the tin in return. As she's opening it, ]

    It's semla, with the almond filling. Found in the eggs.
    angerberg: (Default)

    (cw: light suicidal ideation, mention of prior attempt)

    [personal profile] angerberg 2021-06-22 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ their hides are strong, yes, but rodents are still rodents, and chaos is still chaos. she sets aside the possibility of stunning them instantly, and given their number, also the possibility of fire. she's not sure if it would work. there's no use in trying something that will only end with her trampled.

    though if she were being honest, she might admit that the risk of being trampled only feels appropriate, deserved. if she were still the weak girl from aretuza, she might have stood there and let it happen. but tissaia is there at the corner of her mind. no lying down. only fighting.

    so when the rodents make their way towards her, yennefer raises one hand, palm splayed towards the first. it closes in a fist and bone breaks without hide ever denting. the mole squeals and blood comes out of its mouth as it curls on itself. she repeats the process again twice more until the few that have snuck out of the hole are dealt with.
    ]
    angerberg: (pic#14132779)

    [personal profile] angerberg 2021-06-22 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    The Adamant's mission. [ she glances back at him. ] This land was prepared for the building. Not a surprise, I suppose, given their pipes.

    [ no one assembled aqueducts for anything less than a real settlement. no one could do it if they were without substantive city-building resources. still, it's so far beyond what yennefer can imagine being a hail mary pass that it's hard for her to imagine. ​]


    Actually ... [ she walks back towards the shower where she'd come down. the pipes are leaking water into the earth. a little puddle of mud, for now, but it's still trickling out the open pipe that's linked up with the system that runs under and through the showers that hadn't caved in. ]

    Not ideal climbing conditions, I'll admit.

    [ but it's somewhere to start. ]
    angerberg: (Default)

    [personal profile] angerberg 2021-06-22 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    Only if you want me to drain the life out of you to feed it.

    [ but it looks like whatever illumi is doing is making its own contribution. yennefer drops her hands, sweating, looking ragged from the effort. the mages of aretuza would have done this kind of battle in waves or shifts. sustaining one prolonged spell is more than any of them would be advised to do on their own.

    and yennefer had nearly killed herself trying it against nilfgard too recently to make the same error in the interest of killing a mere mole.
    ]
    sunmon: (pic#14982497)

    [personal profile] sunmon 2021-06-22 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ something crawls up into her throat. alina shakes her head, dismissing his sympathy. she'd only recently realized she was grisha. it doesn't feel like she deserves it. but she can't bring herself to reject it outright, because was it really any different than the way everyone treated her like the enemy?

    she exhales.
    ]

    It's a good idea to secure an alternative for when this environment turns out to be anathema to all our natures.
    sunmon: (pic#14981234)

    [personal profile] sunmon 2021-06-22 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
    If our hosts would turn us out for seeking greener pastures, than they never had our best interests in mind in the first place, and we'll be better off without depending on the whims of their good nature.

    [ she doesn't want to believe that about childe. but she's also not going to pretend that rémi's resistance to any cooperation doesn't make her nervous. she's not going to sit here and count on childe to protect them from all her people.

    but she doubts it'll get them kicked out to admit that.
    ]
    neversmall: (095)

    [personal profile] neversmall 2021-06-22 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ She pauses, looking up at him as he speaks and then gasps with delight, ripping off the lid. There isn't a single piece missing, and she doesn't give it too much thought - at least, not yet. She closes her eyes and just inhales the scent of home. Suddenly, missing their world, their home, is an ache that brings a rush of heat to her eyes. She takes another deep breath and then opens her eyes to beam at him.

    She reaches down, takes a piece of semla, and then takes a bite. Closing her eyes again, she savors the flavor. ]
    Mmmmm.
    annoyware: (pic#14869552)

    [personal profile] annoyware 2021-06-23 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
    [The light briefly vanishes as Claptrap looks around and then wheels away, his electronic voice drifting behind him.]

    Not to worry! I'm well-versed in scavenging. Back on Pandora, it's basically the planetary pastime -- you get used to sorting the dangerous, toxic garbage from the useful, slightly-less-toxic garbage...

    [He's still talking as he moves further away, but it's all banal chatter about various types of trash. Like that one time he retrofitted a coathanger into an antenna but nobody complimented him on it, which probably just means they are jealous of his style and grace.

    Eventually, he come back and drops the end of a thick cable down.]


    Ta-da!
    annoyware: (pic#14869488)

    a, shelltime

    [personal profile] annoyware 2021-06-23 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
    [The little robot looks as thoughtful as he can, which, considering he has nothing in the way of facial expressions, is not very thoughtful. He taps a claw to the metal right below his eye socket: anthropomorphically, he's tapping his "chin."

    His mechanized voice comes out like a stage whisper.]


    Yes. Definitely. [He pauses, and then adds, still in sotto,] I don't know what that is.
    trassel: (31.)

    [personal profile] trassel 2021-06-23 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Matthias' morsel is still untouched on the plate. Enraptured by her delight — good Fjerdan boys do not stare, but then, good Fjerdan boys do not curl up around witches who yell at them, steal money, and promise to explain what waffles are, when also promising so much else. ]

    [ His eyes flick down to her lips, lightly dusted with the sugar powder. What if he would like to lean across and kiss her, tasting the sweetness? Heat does not rise in his cheeks — this isn't the pull he so desperately has to shut the door on and pray for the full measure of his restraint — but something well-protected, warm. Like a natural instinct. ]

    [ Matthias does not do that. Instead, he looks at what's on his own plate and starts to nibble at it. ]
    ulfrkysst: (ásjá angan tjá tjá tjá)

    ii.

    [personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-06-23 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [Eivor doesn't exactly understand what electricity or wiring is, but the task of "exterminate these creatures" translates pretty clearly. She's got her shield strapped to her back and her axe at her side; following Illumi's lead and keeping to the shadows, it'll be better to use the silent, hidden blade strapped to her wrist than the more aggressive tools of a vikingr.

    She peers at him sideways from under the shadow of her hood.]


    The lot of these creatures is a danger to the settlement. It will only resurface elsewhere. I say we kill it now.
    ulfrkysst: (hap hap tak tak)

    1.

    [personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-06-23 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
    [Eivor stands with her arms crossed, watching the convoy with suspicion. She's used to witnessing completely foreign things by now, between meetings with the Saxons and the Britons and their strange customs, but seeing things that are Definitely Not Human is a first. Jǫtnar, she thinks to herself, frowning.

    The woman asks a question and Eivor doesn't take her eyes off the newcomers to answer.]


    They must be of some importance if they are to speak with Childe, instead of with an envoy.
    ulfrkysst: (fuð fuð bjam bjam)

    cultural exchange b

    [personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-06-23 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
    Eivor's brow furrows deeply at the offer: she's never seen cannabis before either, nor has she ever seen anything approximating a cigarette. Nobody smokes in 9th century Europe.

    Which isn't to say she doesn't know what sobriety is. She tilts her head curiously.

    "You eat it?"
    ulfrkysst: (hap hap tak tak)

    critter express

    [personal profile] ulfrkysst 2021-06-23 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [Eivor is used to Trassel by this point, and moves out of the way for him without question. She doesn't particularly like wolves as a concept, but that's not Trassel's fault, and she figures he has some important reason to be nudging her.

    She does, however, question what the Hel Matthias is doing.]


    Is this a joke?
    neversmall: (084)

    [personal profile] neversmall 2021-06-23 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Perhaps he looks away in time to miss Nina, still with her eyes closed, lick her lips to clear off the accumulated powdered sugar. Perhaps he is still staring when she does so, oblivious to his assessment, though she'd welcome it if she knew. Or perhaps he looks back at the sudden movement of her mouth, the softening of her form as she sighs in contentment, savoring the lingering echoes of that first bite.

    When she blinks and looks up at him, her eyes are full of stars. ]
    Oh, I'd almost forgotten what real food tastes like.
    needfully: (pic#14877857)

    [personal profile] needfully 2021-06-23 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
    It only implies our arrival was significant to them— moreso than the arrival of the Adamant's people.

    [ But that's about all they can really glean from the sudden appearance of the Thessyx. The fact that the Thessyx had singled out the hatchlings is unignorably strange, if only because it proves that those who were brought here were... different, somehow, than the passengers of the Adamant. They're almost being treated as something to be revered. It's suspicious, no doubt.

    But that won't stop him from accepting an offering, provided it isn't poisonous. There's only so much food to go around. Rather than it sitting badly with him, Illumi has chosen to look past it to take advantage of the situation. ]


    Is it that surprising? The Adamant crashing was an accident, [ Illumi mirrors Steve, his eyes drifting about the cafeteria, lingering on the Thessyx. ] But from their view, our arrival was something noteworthy. Something sacred.
    needfully: (pic#14782395)

    [personal profile] needfully 2021-06-23 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
    With more wires. Or scaring it in the opposite direction.

    [ Does he have food on him? No. But does he have the courage (read: blatant disregard for danger) for electric wiring to be the next best bet? Yes. Electrocution is too banal of a threat for him to find it intimidating, and if the mole-creature finds that the most enticing, then so be it. ]

    If it's easier, I'm not opposed to killing it. [ He clarifies, boldly peering into the room a little further. ] But in that case, we'll need to get closer.

    [ You know... he thinks. Illumi's sure if he was forced to, he could kill this thing with brute strength alone, but that'd be messy, and he'd really prefer not to put himself in the line of fire if it isn't necessary. After he speaks, something strange happens; the sensation of him being there next to her sort of... vanishes, as if the only way for her to tell he's even there is by sight alone. His presence suddenly evaporates, even though he's still crouching there all the same, and he turns his head back only to offer more words her way. ]

    We could ambush it while its distracted. For now.

    [ And, as if on cue, the mole's munching causes a sharp zzzap! sound to echo from the room, the lights above them flickering out. ]
    needfully: (pic#14782402)

    [personal profile] needfully 2021-06-23 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
    [ You know what, maybe he is being too lenient on assuming Bruno will put together that this is him in disguise. He'd thought there'd be a chance there'd be some "Stand" ability that was similar, but maybe he was being presumptuous... oh, well. It doesn't really matter. Gittarackur is only one of the many disguises he could throw on in a pinch; letting the Thessyx, the Hatchlings, and the Adamant's people see it and him underneath is far from the end of the world. ]

    Sure. It's not clear yet what they want. But, judging by their offerings, they'll be back.

    [ The fact alone that they had never showed up to this camp until the Hatchlings arrived implies to him that the Thessyx will be checking in on them semi-regularly now. So, he's sure more will become known to them over time. At present, he doesn't seem pressed to figure out their motives— just careful about letting them know too much about him. Illumi half-turns, as if he's going to resume walking again, but waits up to see if Bruno will follow. ]

    I spoke with them briefly about the "Children of the Leviathan." If they have something to hide, they didn't act like it.
    needfully: (pic#14766413)

    +1 critters: masterchef edition

    [personal profile] needfully 2021-06-23 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
    illumi will also assist in exterminating as per rémi's suggestion! he would also suggest attempting to eat them when they're done killing them since it's free meat baby and they have like no fresh food
    portolan: (c o n v e r s a t i o n)

    [personal profile] portolan 2021-06-23 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ There's something deep and painful going on here, though that's not entirely surprising given her people wanted to kill her.

    An image of his father's face as he died flashes in Balthier's mind. He pushes it down, but the bile rises in his stomach. Figures from the war, those terrible meetings as a Judge where he was the hand that served death and destruction. His hand tightens on the grip of his pistol. As if that could do anything against memory, against hundreds of years of empires and oppression.

    When he'd first met her, he thought she reminded him of Vaan or Penelo; hard pasts, yes, but still childlike, still more full of wonder than pain. He was wrong. She's more like Ashe. Conviction rooted so deep that she'll survive anything, but maybe at the expense of everything else. ]


    One of these days I'll get you to agree that you are at heart a pirate. In the meantime, know you have at least one friend here.
    trassel: (28.)

    [personal profile] trassel 2021-06-23 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Not staring. But sneaking glances, as he keeps eating as well. Hard to savour a meal when he doesn't know what it is, but it is ever so simple, so right, to enjoy Nina. ]

    [ She has sighed in contentment much closer than she is now. The memory is lovely, like the dusting of snow, the clear, cold air. When she smiles at him, he smiles back, helplessly. ]

    I thought you would like it. [ He lets himself be smug for a moment. ] Keep the box. It is for you.
    neversmall: (096)

    [personal profile] neversmall 2021-06-24 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It is entirely too much to keep the box. In the regular course of things, if he'd given her something like this, she'd have taken it with happy satisfaction. This is not the regular course of things; he could have traded it for other supplies, he could have simply insisted they share, he could have kept it for himself - all of these things would be understandable, acceptable.

    But if it showed up in his egg, then that means they're his - his, because he values them. And he is giving them to her. Her gaze sharpens even as her eyes dilate. ]


    Matthias... [ She wants to lean in and kiss him. He's not given the slightest bit of permission for her to do that. So all she does is lean in. Her heated gaze drops from his eyes to his lips and back again. ]

    I'm not going to say no. But if they're mine that means I get to do what I like with them. And I insist that you have one with me so I can enjoy them properly. It's bad luck to eat semla on your own, you know.
    Edited 2021-06-24 00:46 (UTC)
    sunmon: (Default)

    ( closed to kirigan )

    [personal profile] sunmon 2021-06-24 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [ her injuries from the fall sit alina in the medical bay, chewing on some unfamiliar and frankly bitter root that the medic on duty claims is a remarkable painkiller. honestly, she'd rather have a healer, but she knows that calling nina or balthier would mean they could be less help with the vermin that are currently spreading through the basecamp at an alarming rate.

    she's not worth that. the little palace would have frozen everything, proving she was, but sun summoner or not, alina isn't going to go about demanding it for herself. she may be ravka's savior, but to the people from the adamant, she's nothing.

    so she takes a nap, shifting sourly as she can't get her shoulder and ankle comfortable at the same time. when she wakes, it's back to chewing on the root, which seems to be giving her a fever more than quelling any pain. but the heat of the room is a distraction, and even changing into the white nightgown she'd found in one of the eggs hasn't done any good for it.
    ]

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