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FEBRUARY MINGLE

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: February 14th - March
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: The arrival of newcomers, a mini mission, and some new city features!
NOTES\WARNINGS:

⏵ arrival ⏴
Welcome to Etraya!

Arrival goes as expected - characters awaken on hospital beds and are offered an explanation of their situation: that they have arrived in the city of Etraya, and they are their world's only hope. They are welcome to wander the hospital if they would like to - the upper floors are mostly empty, full of pristine hallways and numerous rooms filled with supplies, cots, and things one would expect from a relatively average 21st-century hospital.

In the hospital's lobby are several party tables set out with miscellaneous baked goods: croissants, cookies, breads, cake slices, as well as tea and coffee to accompany them - or hot chocolate, for those who are opposed to the other offerings.

Outside the hospital, the last remnants of snow are melting in the sunlight as the weather begins to warm up. It's still chilly enough one might want to put on a coat, but not so cold a jacket is necessary for wandering around without freezing off one's fingers.

We hope you enjoy your stay.

⏵ heroes return ⏴

As the Quantum Rail train glides to a halt, returning passengers step out onto familiar ground - the train station, right where they had initially begun their mission. When exiting the station, their earpieces vibrate, indicating the automatic download of a detailed map which highlights key locations, transit paths, and notable landmarks. As Aurora promised, she had been working on a few renovations around Etraya! A sleek trolley system now winds through Etraya, following clearly marked pathways through the city bubble to make travel across the city smoother. However, the trolley only moves one way, eternally following the loop Aurora has set it on. And because of this, it takes six hours to complete it's loop all the way around. Don't miss your stop!

Pets and animals have been returned to their usual preferred areas, some awaiting the arrival of their owners, and others keeping to themselves in the forested areas throughout Etraya.

Beyond the small upgrades, things seem relatively unchanged - until one familiar sign catches the eye. One marked by four vertical lines, methodically crossed out one by one: the final slash has now been drawn through. The tally is complete. What it indicates has yet to be made clear, but it has to mean something, right? No one would go through the effort of making an ominous-sounding sign without following through.

⏵ love in the air ⏴

This Valentines Day, Aurora and the companion bots have opted to try something a little different: they have scattered mystery valentines across the city. Hidden within mailboxes, tucked into cafe menus, slipped under doors, on the outside of high windows for those wall-crawlers to spot. There are countless of these little slips of papers, strewn throughout the city. And within each valentine, is a challenge or gesture to complete. Please feel free to make these up yourselves as long as they fit in with the theme!

Some examples include:

Deliver a flower to a stranger.
Write a heartfelt poem for someone.
Share a box of chocolates!
Confess your feelings for another.
Play matchmaker for two people - this can be platonic, or romantic!
Gift a friend with a stuffed animal.
Give five different people a genuine compliment.

While not mandatory, completing five tasks will earn an individual an additional ten points to use towards anything they would like!

Each little Valentine is signed "Your Secret Admirer. ♡", and some of them may even be addressed to specific individuals. Don't be surprised, Eddie, if you see one or two that are specifically addressed to you lurking around your collection of chicken friends!

And while most of these are harmless, some of the valentines cards come with effects for those who come into contact with the paper. Perhaps they thought it was a piece of garbage, or were just kicking it out of the way rather than intending on taking part. It doesn't matter! They get to join in on the fun, too.

Heart Eyes - your pupils literally turn into hearts for a few hours, making it hard to focus on anything other than things (or people) you find attractive.
Love-Struck Stammer - You can only speak in poetic compliments or romantic declarations, regardless of whom you're speaking to.
Chocolate Bliss - Everything feels good. Simple. Easy. As if there's nothing in the world to concern yourself with. You feel happy, without any concerns or worry.
Rose-Tinted Vision - everything looks soft and romantic, as if you're in a romance novel. You know the ones.
Magnetic Attraction - regardless of what you had been doing, you suddenly find yourself unable to leave the side of the person closest to you. Had you been eating chocolates while walking down the street? Well, have fun getting stuck to the guy who'd been out for a jog!
Serenade Syndrome - you find it impossible to resist the urge to sing your words, turning all conversations into love ballads.
Heartstrings - A thread appears, connecting you to someone close by who you share many similarities too. Perhaps you had never met this person before, but the threads tied around your pinky fingers that refuse to let go until you allow yourself to open up to them clearly means you should be a little more familiar with them.

Love is in the air—or maybe just a bit of well-intended chaos! 💕

⏵ NOTES ⏴

Welcome back from the mission, and welcome to Etraya for our newcomers! We've tried to keep this log simple for an easy introduction, as well as some downtime for our mission-goers who worked hard to solve the Quantum Rail mystery.

There is something else going on, but. . . well, no one seems to know what! The computer that had been on the lower floor of the hospital is now missing, and Aurora may seem a little flustered as she flits around Etraya, in search of something.

For all questions relating to this log, please refer to the mod queries comment. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.

⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

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Cid pants in delight, in the lurid exhibitionism of it all as he’s touched, as his clothing is pushed aside. He lets his clothing continue to slip down his arms. His body is well toned, though the skin is starting to show some signs of age. All that sun and dehydration had taken a toll on him, after all. Still, it looked good on him.

“Oh, everyone says that,” Cid replies as his hips cant forward with the attention to his nuts. Cid gives the two of them a hearty squeeze as he leans in to find his mouth again and reclaim it.

And then Cid’s hands release them, moving to touch Vander’s chest and pluck the lubricant tucked into his shirt. He doesn’t need to look, and he doesn’t bother pausing the heated kissing as he squirts just a bit too much lube over his hand. Like an old pro (and perhaps he was one), Cid reaches back to finger himself with swift eagerness. He grabs Vander’s cock from between his own legs, pumping it to coat it beforepositioning it as carefully as he can.

“Alright,” Cid says, not giving enough information- though seems to be indicating for Vander to do something- as he raises and lowers his hips, pressing his hole against the blunt head of Vander’s cock. Cid stares off for a moment, wincing slightly as he takes a deep breath in through his nose. And as he breathes out, he lowers himself on quivering thighs, sucking breath again as it breaches and stretches so magnificently that his eyes force shut.

That was the hard part done, his shoulders draw up as he presses his forehead against the other man’s collar. Bit by bit he slides it in, ‘til he’s halfway through and his weight suddenly brings him fully down back onto Vander’s lap. Cid groans, grasping the other man around the neck for dear life.

"I have no doubt," he remarked cheekily, though Cid worked a sharp grunting moan out of him for that squeeze. The tail end of it was swallowed up by that kiss, and he willingly parted his lips to assault Cid's lips briefly with his tongue. The man tasted of smokes and beer, which was not unpleasant at all.

And Cid was making it clear that this kind of quickie was a formulated tried and tested method with the way the man prepped himself. This was the kind of quick turn around one normally experienced in a dirty bar bathroom or behind a dumpster back home. It was fast enough he had enough time to settle one hand on Cid's hip and the other made short work to twist a nipple and stroke over the man's chest and belly as they came together.

He growled a low almost feral sound as he felt himself pressing into that heat, shuddering and leaning his head back to enjoy the show. The hand on Cid's hip tightened, almost bruising as the other rose to cup the back of the man's head to his shoulder and it was all of his self control not to thrust up and bury himself.

He was breathing in quick breaths, waiting a few seconds for Cid to adjust before Vander took over. He curled his arm across the back of the other man's shoulders while the grip on Cid's hip tightened and he physically lifted his little fling up his cock and dropped him at the same time he thrust. He fell into a quick and sharp rhythm, breathing against Cid's ear as he chuffed moans at each roll of their bodies together.

"If you crab walk after this, I won't be apologetic."

“Take more than this to ruin my stride,” he manages between a few thrusts. Cid’s clean hand twists in Vander’s hair- his messier one he wipes on his thigh before cradling Vander’s broad jaw with it.

Now Cid was just in for the ride, and he was more than happy to just take it, like he was at the mercy of the ocean waves tossing him about. Cid’s cock gets trapped between their bodies as Cid rides this broad beast of a man. It’s intense, the heat between them and inside of him is unbearable, incredible- The thrust of Vander’s sizable cock is all he can focus on, the stretch, the friction, and every spot it hits from the moment it enters him.

His hands move, comes around to grab Vander’s broad back, short nails digging in best they can as the hot coil of his arousal winds with each thrust. His back arches as every muscle in his body begins to tighten and flex, sweat pricks his skin as he flushes from his neck to his belly. He bites Vander’s neck just to muffle all the deep, sordid noises that the other man pulls from him for a moment. Cid thrusts in tandem with him, trying to get a little more pressure on his own cock.

He catches his breath, just barely. “Come on, is that all you’ve got?”

Cid does not know what tree he’s barking up here, he’s barely holding it together as it is with Vander’s pace. He drags his nails down his back, making a choked noise into Vander’s neck.

Vander rumbled a sound of amusement between the growling moans that their union dragged from his through. "Ha, I always like rising to the occasion for a smart mouth barking up the wrong tree..." he growled into Cid's ear, punctuating the challenge in his tone with a bite to the other man's ear lobe. And he had thought it was progressing so well....

While his set pace did not falter, the arm holding Cid against his chest loosen, slowing withdrawing until he could switch his grip and curl it under one the other man's arms and his hand gripped the back of Cid's neck. His other hand tightened on the other man's hip as he stopped slumping back against the trolley chair and changed the angle of his own hips so he was redirecting himself inside Cid to line up with driving against the other man's prostate repeatedly.

And his thrust rate increased to punishing as he set his feet more firmly on the floor and boy those occasional bumps in the road only helped his case. His height provided him the advantage of still being able to lean in nip his way down Cid's strong stubbled jawline, his gray eyes watching the other man's expression as he panted against sweaty skin, same as his own.

He was aiming for mostly incoherent at this point. If Cid still had some challenge, Vander would rise to it. That was part of the pleasure, the heat that hyperfocused him on the moment and letting all of his worries melt away for brief fleeting moments of such an encounter.

No, no, that angle and power shift onto his prostate with Vander’s sheer size is more than enough to shut Cid up. He adjusts his grip to hold on as he pants wantonly from his slackened jaw. His brow wrinkles in pleasure as Vander still manages to pay attention to all the little details of lovemaking. His ankles cross behind Vander’s waist as all he can do is just take it.

Cid bravely removes a hand from Vander’s thick neck and shoves it down between them to grab himself, stroking hard and fast, cockhead pressed firmly into Vander’s belly. Quickly after that, he comes- freezing in place, then spasming from his core to his limbs. Only halfway through his orgasm does he even become audible as his lungs finally release the air they’d held. He gasps for breath in Vander’s arms and seeks Vander’s lips with his own- face still numb with alcohol and endorphins. He pecks his lips and nudges him affectionately with his nose, chest heaving too hard to keep the lip lock up for much longer.

Even as he tries to catch his breath and his senses have barely returned, he starts to chuckle. “…The trolley’s slowing, isn’t it?”

Ah well, he still had it, didn't he? Well, old skills were never wasted even in a spur of the moment fling on a trolley car. With Cid successfully proven that there was always a way to make a grown man cling to another grown man for dear life, he enjoyed the moment with hot pants against the other man's jawline and let himself delve fully into the heated pleasure coursing through his flesh.

The lewd noises of their body slapping and slamming together was music in the otherwise quiet trolley car, and he growled out moans as his pleasure rose while he held their positions. He was aware of Cid's hands dipping between them, and it seemed like minimal time before he was experiencing the hot liquid effects of the other man's climax on his belly as he pulled Cid down on his cock as he grunted through the last two thrusts before he was buried and twitching as his own orgasm rocked him.

His gaze momentarily whited out with the strength of it, and he rolled his hips to scratch that last little spark of pleasure even as he began to relax. He leaned into that sweet punctuation of a kiss and leaned their sweaty foreheads together as he sought to catch his breath again. His hand slid up to scratch his nails through the short cropped hair at the back of Cid's head.

"Don't care," he remarked carelessly, too intent on enjoying this little moment of bliss. "I'm not the one whose pants are hanging over the side of trolley bench." His were around his thighs, like a gentleman thank you very much.

Cid chuckles. He’s too drunk to really care who sees this, though he’ll surely have some sober regrets about the impropriety- but only if they get caught.

“Prick- Let me down-“ Cid wriggles to free himself off of Vander, feeling an incredible ache through his backside as soon as the chemicals coursing through him start to fade. He curses as he tries to drop his feet underneath him, legs still shaking like a baby deer.

“Shit- Well, if you want to get out somewhere and rest, we should get out at this stop. Unless you wanna just ride this thing all night.”

Off in the distance is the castle of Stonhyrr, lightning crackling in the sky above it.

Vander helped Cid off of him, lifting a leg from the floor to keep the guy from collapsing, though his expression was bemusement as he pushed his sweat-darkened hair from clinging to his neck. "You sure you can even walk?"

He was pulling his shirt down, having not prepared a clean-up strategy given the unexpected nature of this encounter in the first place. Then he was tugging up his trousers again, aware both of them were messy and sweaty and this whole trolley smelled like sex. Probably best to make an escape at the offer.

He tossed Cid's trousers to the man. "I'd appreciate a clean up opportunity. If that means stepping off here for it, all the better." There was a sexual ride joke in there on the tip of his tongue, but he decided against it.

He reached down to grab Cid's box of beer and rose to his feet smoothly and the trolley was coming to a slow stop.

Vander smirked. "Want me to carry you?"

“Mind yourself-“ Cid grouses as he tugs his pants on and holds them up and closed with one hand, grabs his boots and belt with the other, and still manages to limp off the train before it completely leaves the station. He only rolls his ankle a little bit, cursing as he lands on his ass.

It was just as well. He goes to reattach his leggings to his trousers and lace himself up even as the lube and sweat cool on his skin. He tugs his boots back on and fumbles with his shirt and his belt as he pats himself down. He had his gloves. Good. He puts them back on and stands gingerly. It was… Just a little twenty minute walk to the castle.

“Alright. We should get a move on.”

Cid takes a cigar from his pouch and lights it with a flame from the tip his finger. “You want one? Pop a beer while you’re at it, eh? May as well lighten our load.”

Vander grabbed his belt, slinging it over his shoulder for the moment as he watched Cid hobble off the trolley and double-checked that nothing had been left behind. No, just all those Valentine's slips of paper the other man had been leafing through, and he wanted nothing to do with those.

While Cid was re-dressing properly, he slipped his belt back on and fastened it before he followed the other man away from the trolley. He ran his fingers through his hair and tugged his shirt more, wrinkling his nose at the moisture rubbed into his shirt and skin.

He stared at the method of lighting and hummed. "Sure, I haven't made enough questionable decisions yet today. And... how did you do that?" Magic was a term brandied around, but it wasn't like Vander had ever seen it in action aside from illusion tricks.

He reached into the box to pull out a beer, cracking the lid off by putting it in the crook of his elbow and flexing. He offered it over to Cid to have the first sip. "Are we walking to the ominous castle?"

Cid is still feeling some effects from the Valentines, but that was a problem for sober him- to attempt to recover all of those off the departed trolley and find out what they were to resolve it. For now, he’s still feeling amorous.

“Oh, that? Just a bit of magic,” he says with a bit of surprise. It’s taken some getting used to- everyone not flipping out over magic here, so for someone to catch it piques his interest. “Never seen magic before?”

Cid takes the beer in one hand and lights another for Vander, flicking that flame up again like it was a lighter. He takes a deep inhale, ensures it’s lit, and passes the second one over.

“Cheers,” he takes a swig of beer. “Aye, that we are. Home sweet home, Stonhyrr. Don’t let the lighting overhead, the vicious beasts guarding the gate, and the waves crashing on the other shore fool you, though.”

"No," he admitted without shame. He'd heard about it, especially here as the term seemed brandied about more often than in the undercity. "Mages nearly destroyed our world apparently, so there's fear around magic. But let's be honest, humanity invents plenty of ways to destroy themselves with enough time."

He took the cigar that was offered, and he jammed it between his lips for a long drag. He was settling into the walk, observing their destination but more curiously the man next to him. Guy didn't seem like a creepy oppressive castle type, which he suspected meant it was inhabited by other people.

"As long as I can keep both of my kidneys after washing up, it won't be the worst place I've stayed," he remarked, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth. "I assume you'll be disappointing someone bringing home a random guy?"

“That so? Well, if it’s any consolation, I didn’t ask to be born with it. Back home, Bearers are uncommon, but they’re subjugated and used for their abilities. Deemed too dangerous to be kept well-fed and rested. At least in some parts. This castle’s usual home is in a land called Ash, one of the few places Bearers can walk around without a brand on their faces.”

Cid continues to walk a little funny, but he refuses to complain about it. Instead, he hands the beer bottle back to Vander. He’d probably had enough, but that wouldn’t stop him.

“Nothing new, the King is always disappointed in me. But I doubt he’ll show his face. He’s high up in that tower, busying himself with prayer like as not. I’ll just take you to my workshop instead. There’s a bathhouse on the way in.”

"Who ever asks to be born at all?" His tone remained chipper, of course. He was fanciful about the whole magic ability, though he could understand the danger of it as well. "So, you were like a slave for your abilities then?" There was a pang of familiarity in the tale of subjugation, though everyone in the undercity generally had no fantastical abilities. "Well, I think your abilities are neat."

Vander noticed the walk, of course, but he said nothing about it. He was puffing on the cigar with the box of beer still under his arm, and he willingly took the bottle and drank a swig from it. He used the neck of the bottle to gesture towards their destination.

"Ah well, at least when you're already a ground zero on the approval level, you honestly only have upwards to go," he remarked. He experienced much the same at this point from everyone but... maybe one person? At least Jayce thought he wasn't a complete disappointment; he couldn't read Viktor yet. "Is there a reason you live with a guy who is constantly disappointed in you? Or just comfort in the familiarity of the place?"

He’s drunk, he’s in a good mood despite how he’s walking, he likes the guy- There’s no danger here, it’s bound to come out.

“No. No one would dare to attempt to shackle me. …I’ve got a reputation. I’m more of a shackle breaker. You’d know if they ever caught me. The facial brand isn’t subtle. But they’d die trying- they always did.”

Cid laughs at his next question. Why did he live with Barnabas?

“I’m working on him. He lost his mind a while back, but I think I can find it for him. In his defense- or well, make it softens it. He’s disappointed in everyone. Sort of his thing.”

Cid stumbles for a moment, snagging Vander’s belt to right himself, then acting like it never happened.

Vander was not drunk at all, and that was becoming a sad little problem they may have to deal with. Of course, a twenty minute walk left plenty of opportunity for him to study his new 'friend'. Perhaps all of this lead to a level of honesty they wouldn't otherwise obtain with each other outside of repeated conversations.

"Ah, you're an effective shit disturber," he said to show his understanding. "So you make it part of your job to free other Bearers who have been branded then and bring them back to safety to this country?"

He didn't even move to help with the stumble, but once Cid had righted himself, Vander made a point and slinging his arm across the back of the other man's shoulders and hold him up against his body in a friendly gesture. His fingers held onto armour so it was nearly impossible to fall.

"Ah, yeah, I had someone like that that I knew. Sour little weasel where disappointment was his idea of motivating a group," he remarked with a shake of his head as he dragged on the cigar and blew smoke. "So you're living with him because he's a work-in-progress, huh? Ambitious of you. I suppose it puts you in good position to smother him with a pillow if he annoys you too much."

Though... well Cid seemed remarkably easy-going in the brief time Vander knew him. Maybe it was the alcohol and the random risky sex.

“Yeah- More or less.” More or less this was the King’s personality, and more or less this was the truth of his work.

“The King is an interesting by fellow. He cut allied ties with the countries that performed and upheld the social ramifications of branding.”

Cid is glossing some things over. But the meat of it, the core is the important part.

“He’s a tough customer, but remember that he’s a good man, if you ever meet him. But- yeah. I’m living with him to remind him of who he really is. Considering our whole mission, it’s best to stay on his good side.”

Cid readjusts his hand now that Vander is actively holding him a bit more upright.

“I’ll take the case- you drink the beer, eh? And who’s this sour lil’ weasel? Sounds lovely.”

"So do all Bearers have similar abilities to yours, or are you all unique in what magic you can access?" He had no idea except for the books he's read or the tales that have been told when he was boy. Magic seemed to have different varieties.

"How long have you been with the King?" Obviously the two had a long history to be able to tell these kinds of tales after all. "I don't think I've met him yet, but maybe I intend to now that you speak highly of him."

Ah yeah, the mission. Vander wished there was more commitment from those of his world to save it, but that was a big ask. Everyone had agendas. He drank from the bottle and offered it back to Cid, still keeping the case tucked under his arm with a cigar between his fingers and offering the bottle. Bartending came with certain developed skills.

"You'll know him if you meet him, believe me. He's a skinny spiteful man with a temper, but he's the most driven man I know. Nothing stops him when he wants something." Except one person apparently....

“They’re all fairly unique. Sure, there’s only so many elements to command, but each person tends to have a natural affinity to some part of the elemental wheel- as well as differing depths of mastery,” this was basic, though some part of him still crinkled up as he explained it to an outsider. “Some of them go hand in hand, like fire and lightning. Some talented few can heal…”

He chews the inside of his cheek at this question. Also the turn of phrase “been with” is incredibly vulnerable. But he’s too drunk to hold that information close. “Twenty, twenty-five years or so…”

“What’s his name?” He files all that information away, confident that he’ll be able to recall it sober, anyway. He wasn’t so far gone. Just a bit sloppy.

He found all of this information extremely fascinating and novel, but he also knew that aside from watching others with their special abilities, he wouldn't experience it himself. He had his strengths and his skills, and he was confident with them. Still, this was an opportunity to learn about people from different worlds unique to this near-slavery experience. "And do you experiment with this magic in the workshop that you're taking me to?"

He noted the subtle action as he was far more intent on watching Cid than he was where they were going. Ominous castle was only creeping closer the more they walked, but Cid was an interesting drunk man. He whistled in appreciation. "That's a long time. Lots of history and loyalty built up in that many years." He felt a complicated pang to his chest, one he wasn't willing to invest time to parse through right now.

He took a drag from the cigar instead, blowing smoke from his nostrils. It was his turn to mull over the question, simple though it was. "Silco," he said softly. There was a whole mess of emotion, history and experiences tied up in that single word. "Like I said, if you meet him, he'll leave an impression."

“No. I’m an engineer. The magic is sort of incidental to it all. Mainly a pain in the ass, though it has its uses. … You see, the magic comes with a curse. More you use it, the more you turn to stone.”

That bit about loyalty is tough to swallow. He hadn’t been loyal. Or he had, in his own way. But he doesn’t let this tinge his voice too much as he give a noncommittal nod. “It certainly is!”

He’s eager to move onto this Silco fellow, though he’s clearly a touchy subject for the other man.

How to get more out of him?

“…Is he dangerous, or just an asshole?”

"Ah, you're a man full of talents." He glanced down, remembering the scarring on Cid's chest while they were on the trolley. It had felt stone-like under his hand. "Is that reversible, or are you going to be hard in select places on your body forever?"

Forced enthusiasm, was it? There was a story behind that, and he filed it away as they continued to walk. Maybe, just maybe, his arm tightened a bit around Cid's shoulders and he readjusted his grip. "So lot of history... I understand."

His other hand reached across them to take the beer bottle back and he chugged half the bottle before offering it to Cid again. "Can't he be both? I'm not giving you more. I'm not drunk enough to discuss that."

“No. There’s no cure, no way to reverse it. At least not as far as we know. Happens in animals, too, you know. Gryphons cast such powerful magic so often, eventually they’ll just turn themselves to stone. They never have the sense to stop.” Big talk for a man with plenty in common.

Cid takes a sip, almost just politely before handing it back. He doesn’t have the decency right now not to melt into that grip.

“Aye, he can be both. Most are one and the same, one way or another. Drink up, then. I’m still way ahead of you.”

"Ah, so the fact that you use your magic flippantly for lighting cigars when matches and lighters exist is because you don't care or something that small doesn't matter?" He called it flippant, but Vander wouldn't deny he was impressed by it. This whole magic conversation was interesting. "So... those in stone, are they dead or trapped in that state with awareness?"

Apparently he had a lot of catching up to do to be in a similar state of inebriation as his companion, but if this conversation was going to have traction, he definitely would be soon enough. He made a point of not talking much about his relationships with those of his world much. He remained in the isolated world of: undercity business is undercity business.

"Ah, I see how it is. Ride me on a trolley and now you're getting my drunk for a second round and some kiss and tell time." He wasn't against it. "You're also remarkably good at walking around while drunk."

“Something that small, I mean… It adds up over time, but no one turns to stone just ‘cause they light their own cigars.” Cid absolutely did use his magic when it was perhaps not necessary. “…Don’t worry. It does kill them. We’re granted a single mercy, in that it does end. It’s less entombed in it, and more that the very tissues turn to stone.”

Man, what a bummer. But Cid doesn’t seem too worried about it.

“I’ve got plenty of practice,” he replies with a laugh. “You should see me on a boat, it’s even more impressive when the ocean’s trying to throw me. …But yes, I think I’d like that. If you’re not drunk, this whole thing is unequal. Can’t have you remembering everything I say, now.”

He snaps his fingers at the case. “Look, you’re almost finished with that one. Crack on, hand it to me, I’ll open it for you.”

FEBRUARY MINGLE

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it's safe now. they put their clothes back on

As if anyone is gonna skip over the middle

Gotta give then options! Maybe some don't want to see sexy times

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