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How is the work going?

Hey
Sorry
Hi, I don't know if you remember me, it's that guy who like
Stole your memories and then immediately made it really weird and stuff
I'm so sorry to bother you but um
I think there might be an incident happening in your room right now

Just a heads up, something might be going on with the portals. Wilhelm ended up dumped on the beach without his bicycle.

We're still looking for it.

Hi Alyx.

Kyle told you about what happened with the portal, right? The bike that went missing? Well, I found it using a spell, so Kyle thought it would be a good idea for me to teach it to you too.

If you want.

what should i call you?

( it seemed like a good starting point for clearing the air... maybe? )

Cassian. How are you?

[ While she might not be as outwardly troubled as some after their recent strange circumstances, Merrin isn't entirely unbothered. What happened has given her a glimpse more deeply into the nature of this world's power, what it is capable of, what they have to contend with for however long they remain. It is powerful, unpredictable, capable even of twisting their thoughts and stealing their memories. It is not fear that she feels deep within, though it would be false to say she isn't concerned. Rather, there is respect for what little she knows of it, a deep resolve to continue learning, strengthening her power, pushing back against what would seek to harm them all.

It is the exact nature of the stone structure at the center of everything that continues to elude her (and everyone else). It would be impossible and foolish to ignore the Singularity entirely, yet she is also a doer, someone of action. She is not the type to puzzle things out as much as some, so she will focus her efforts on reacting, protecting, doing what she can, where she can, as much as she can.

That continues to manifest in learning about where she currently resides, and given their close quarters and their knowledge of their shared galaxy, she wishes to better know the man who seems understandably troubled after the mass shared illusion. It seems an easy way to start a conversation to offer what ended up being an unexpectedly pleasing treat at the Blossom Cake Festival. Carrying a small plate and returning to their shared room, Merrin sets the plate down, carrying a few cupcakes with some pretty designs. ]

You should eat. They were not unpleasant.

Cassian. I've been alerted that there is about to be a coup in Thorne. We won't be able to stop it, it's already in motion. I don't know what we'll be doing, if they just shut us in our rooms or something else, so I need you to get to River and stay with her.

Alyx

[ dude are you awake ]

Cassian.
I don't want you or River to worry.
I'm being brought to the dungeons. I don't know for how long.
But I'll be okay.

Tell me you're both safe.

Most of Aquila's treasury cabinet has apparently been assassinated.

[ at some point over the wintertide & solstice season, shortly before their invitation and arrival to the nether, cassian will find a package delivered to his current home in nott, containing a handmade knitted gift for the occasion. ]

wrapped neatly and tied with a bow, please find inside a starry blue scarf and space themed hat that didn't turn out as galaxy-esque as she hoped. there's only a short note that simply reads:

Happy Holidays
♥ Annabeth

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Are you still with River?

I need a favor, if you are able.

[ river has taken to life in the feywilds better than one might expect, given their circumstances and the troubled state of the world. it'd be easy enough to call it her endless fascination with the place itself, this enchanted forest that seems like a much grander version of her domain in the horizon. but simple curiosity isn't enough to explain the way she seems... lighter, almost floaty, if there was any one word to describe her behavior lately.

like the way she appears now, wearing one of the few dresses she's kept with her since their time in castle thorne. it's starting to stain, worn at the edges from her adventures through the duskwoods. at least she's been good about wearing her boots when she's out there, unlike the bare feet that pitter patter against the ground as she all but skips through the cascading boughs to find where cassian might be choring today. ]

Kassa!

[ she smiles when she sees him, this man that was once a stranger and is now a central pinnacle of her ability to survive in this chaotic world. after months ( or centuries ) of practice, kenari rolls easily off her tongue as she beams at him. ]

Are you ready for today's game?

[ it's her new favorite game of "which of these strange fruit will we eat for breakfast tomorrow and which ones are poison?" as she starts pulling a colorful array out of her trusty bag of holding. ]

bike stuff

Early April

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