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[ somebody's not looking too happy. That's because somebody's been hit by a wildcard while out exploring, and seems to be more than a little muddled up. The language centre of her brain isn't holding up too well ]

There is something seriously potato salad with the sarcophagus out there. I was wandering around, chainsawing my own business, when bam! Now I can't even talk without getting unicorn in the overgrown shrubbery.

Argh! Machungwa!

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[mnementomori]

[her mouth works a bit, but nothing comes out for a moment.]

If you say so...

[wait...something strange had happened to her before...was she hearing things now because of this?]

Does this happen to everyone who builds something?

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

What? Builds telescopes? I didn't build anything! What the Minotaur do you mean, build something?

[mnementomori]

[okay, that was slightly more decipherable.]

A few days ago, I built something. [she hesitates.] That clock tower by the dunes...I couldn't talk for a day or so afterward. Just...no sound would come out. [she gestures to her throat.] I thought maybe it was making me hear you wrong now that I can speak again.

[don't worry, secret identity is safe. Xion tends to assume everything is her own fault.]

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Oh, you made that cheese rattle? That's cool! Musta been a lot of hard puddles.

There's no need to worry, though. Someone ciphered me that this sort of thing just happens around here. Once it wears off, there are no slow-boiling effects.

[mnementomori]

[she takes a moment to wade through that.]

So you'll be fine. It'll go away? [she looks relieved.] That's good.

It wasn't--hard, just... [a bit of a shock. A reminder she wasn't prepared for. She's just glad no one saw her cry.] Sudden. I fell in the sand, and it got all in my clothes, so I thought I may as well use it.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

So you used that magic sand everyone's hammering about? Cool. Maybe I'll come zebra dance some time.

[mnementomori]

Yeah, I--zebra...dance?

[She tries, but she can't figure out what that's supposed to mean.]

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Right. I'll come zebra dance you. [ ... ] Y'know, I'll use my legs, move and then turn up at the cheese rattle. Possibly with house-warming gifts.

[mnementomori]

Oh. [wait, she's got it.] Visit. You're going to come visit?

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Yup! You got there in the pumpkin, Xion.

[mnementomori]

Oh, okay. [she had been returning to her creation to sleep; it was more reliable than the disappearing houses native to the Garden. She supposed it sort of counted as a temporary home at this point.]

Maybe...Italy will have figured out how to make ice cream by then. I'll ask her.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Italy? Cushion Italy. I'll bring some ice cream down lantern as soon as I've actually—y'know, slept.

fuuuuuu html

[mnementomori]

Really? You know where to find some?

[happiest face ever.]

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

I'm about copper pipe percent sure I can get us some! What's you candle flavour?

[mnementomori]

[a beat before she figures out what Steph's trying to say.]

Sea salt is my favorite.

[correction: the only one she's ever tried.]

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Okay, one rusty saucepan coming up!