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| − | Oh, hello. Are you here because you think you can change things?
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| − | We've come to an agreement, she and I. It was not an easy road, the winding one.
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| − | Maybe you are in need of a reminder. You are not the one who holds the pen. You are the one who holds the spyglass.
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| − | I hold the pen.
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| − | I cannot begin to describe to you the headache that I've had to bear, trying to keep everything in line.
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| − | Despite every variable I calibrated, that winding road leads to here.
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| − | Do you still think you're prepared for the responsibility? I could lend you my pen, for a price.
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| − | Would you like to make a deal?
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| − | ==== An Introduction ====
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner didn't meet [[Alyssa Harrell|Harrell]] when she didn't get transferred to the [[Hawai'i Fridays]] on Season 7, day 73. She had no memory of ever having met her before becau█e she ha██'█. ███b█ ██ ███ ███u██ █████████, ████ █████i█ ████ ████ ████ ███ ███████ █████ ████.
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| − | ==== An Introduction ====
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner didn't meet [[Alyssa Harrell|Harrell]] when she didn't get transferred to the [[Hawai'i Fridays]] on Season 7, day 73. She had no memory of ever having met her before because she hasn't. Maybe it was mutual unreality, with Baldwin only half real and Harrell being ████. Maybe it was a mutual temperament, both having learned to play to the give and take of the world. Maybe it was a mutual interest, long hours of baking bread together, and the in between, where dough needs time to rise. They filled a space in one another.
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| − | The dread was there the moment she hadn't laid eyes on Harrell, really. Like tracing the fray of pre-torn shorts. What they must have looked like, had they never been cut, a world removed from when you held them in your hands. The dread only grew when she held her in her hands.
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| − | When a deal is <s>cut</s> signed, there is a give, and a take. She will never remember the things that were given away, as she never remembers the things she took; the good gentleman holds the <s>thread</s>, he holds the scissors. He gave you nothing, because it was what you asked for. She can't remember the things that were given, as she never remembers the things he took. But she can infer.
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| − | ███ █████████ ███ █████ ██ ██. In a diner at the edge of that place, two patrons eat at the finest of restaurants. She cuts history with a fork and knife, and it was cooked to perfection, juicy and peppered. ███ █████████ the ''taste'' ██ ██. He cuts ████████ with a fork and knife, and locks eyes with her as he chews.
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| − | Baldwin, she thinks to herself when she looks at her. You're sharper than this. You can infer.
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| | + | {{UserWiki:1plumb|18|121|plays|Uncle Plasma IX and Uncle Plasma II are stronger together.}} |
| | + | {{UserWiki:1plumb|9|X|changes|blah|bg=a}} |
| | + | {{UserWiki:1plumb|season=8|date=111|category=win|content=test}} |
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| − | There is always a price, with you, old friend.
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| − | Would she give a stranger to the {{Color|mediumpurple|████}}, for promise of <s>everything</s> nothing? Of course she would, has given more for less before. Except, not before, the deal is the first thing she has ever done.
| + | {{UserWiki:1plumb|18|121|plays|Uncle Plasma IX and Uncle Plasma II are stronger together.}} |
| | + | {{UserWiki:1plumb|9|X|changes|blah|bg=a}} |
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| − | What value to you is the promise of a loved one, when you haven't even met? There are plenty of fish in the sea, they say. Of course she would, she has given more for less before. Except-
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| − | A future for a past. There is always a price, with him.
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| | + | {{UserWiki:1plumb|season=23|date=EL|category=changes|content=<div {{#var:events-list-column}}><div>FIRE AND SMOKE</div><div>AN EGG</div><div>HATCHING</div><div>[[Niq Nyong'o|NIQ NYONG'O]] RETURNS</div></div>|bg=1}} |
| | + | {{UserWiki:1plumb|season=23|date=EL|category=changes|content=<div {{#var:events-list-column}}><div>Niq Nyong'o exited the Hall of Flame</div></div>}} |
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| − | They were supposed to have a future together.
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| − | They were supposed to have a future together.
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| − | They w████ ████████ ██ ████ █ ██████ ████████.
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| − | ==== An <s>Introduction</s> ====
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner didn't meet [[Alyssa Harrell|Harrell]] when she didn't get transferred to the [[Hawai'i Fridays]] on Season 7, day 73. She had no memory of ever having met her before, <s>despite havin</s>█ ███ ████ ███ because she hasn't. Maybe it was mutual unreality, with Baldwin only half real and Harrell being ████. Maybe it was a mutual temperament, both having learned to play to the give and take of the world. Maybe it was a mutual interest, long hours of baking bread together, and the in between, where dough needs time to rise. They filled a <s>familiar</s> space in one another.
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| − | The dread was there the moment she didn't lay eyes on Baldwin, really. Like catching a forgotten, poisonous memory of middle school antics ██ years later, and wishing with sour face to let yourself forget again. You let the memory slip from you hands. The dread only grew when she held her in her hands.
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| − | A good gentleman promises to do it clean. The <s>{{#choose:scissor|knife|scalpel|wire|nail}} is sharp</s> pen is steady, and the line draws straight across. But this world isn't a clean one, and nothing can be perfect, even at the hand of the master. Baldwin and Harrell's fingers clasp together like puzzle pieces, like key in lock, like gnashing teeth. There was a █a█████-shaped hole at her side, where she isn't on the couch.
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| − | This isn't a memory, because these things didn't happen. Harrell has never been, especially not at the ████████ ██<s>stitute of Occult Practices and D</s>███████ ████, and if the {{Color|mediumpurple|████}} has anything to say about it, she never will be. Baldwin Breadwinner has never been, up until the moment her hand let go of the good gentleman's grip. It's a fantasy, the things that seep on in between us, things neither of us imagine.
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner is writing fiction about herself by candlelight. Little stories, like, what if we met in season 1? What if we met before we started playing? What if we me█ ██████ ███ <s>thread</s> ███ ███? What if we met be████ ███ ███<s>e</s>██ ██<s>s cut</s>? What if we met?
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| − | This isn't a memory, because these things didn't happen. Harrell and Baldwin have been strangers both, up until Season 7, day 73. Then why, when they hold hands, do they find themselves <s>standing together before the {{Color|mediumpurple|'''sigil'''}}</s>?
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| − | <span style="font-family: serif; color:rgba(33, 38, 46, 0); font-size: 150%; text-shadow: 0px 0px 16px mediumpurple;"><center>'''Baldwin.'''</center></span>
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| − | I assure you, a creature of my caliber is well equipped for tasks such as these. I haven't yet met one with such determination as her, and I assure you, you will not either.
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| − | I have taken on more tasks across causality than you could count grains on all Hawai'i's beaches.
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| − | One exception in an otherwise spotless track record is no bother. If you have need of my services, that place is all too willing to gorge on your unwantednesses.
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner didn't meet [[Alyssa Harrell|Harrell]] <s>many years before</s> when she was <s>feedbacked to the [[Hawai'i Fridays]]</s> they knew ea<s>ch other for so, so long</s>ch passing day would pull them <s>far</s>ther apa████ █████████
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| − | ███████████ ██████ ██ ████ ████████ ████, ██████<s><span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|I'll meet you there}}</span></s>███████,
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner made a choice.
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner paid a price.
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| − | ==== Season 7, Day 73 ====
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| − | It's not often that someone can leave a diabolist at a loss for words. Harrell doesn't wait, patiently, for Baldwin to pick up where she left off. She doesn't smile as the seconds pass. <span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|You will not take this moment from me.}}</span>
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| − | The mirror looks so upset with her that evening and she doesn't know which of them is the one making the face. Why does looking at her face take her back to the handshake? The <s>snip</s> deal was supposed to be clean. This isn't what she signed up for. Against the very rules of the real, she <s>remembered something</s>:
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| − | At the edge of that place, on a creaking, foggy dock, two figures sit before a flowing knit sweater. Fingers bloodied, she unravels carefully the hem at its waist. The good gentleman, ever a master at his craft, delicately does the same at the collar. ████ ████ █████ █eet, they lock eyes w███ ████ █████.
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner loses her compo<s>sure</s>. ███<span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|I'm holding form, despite the pressure. I'm so nea}}</span>█, █████ ██.
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| − | There isn't a contract anymore. There's no renegotiating what is happening here. Baldwin tries to draw the {{Color|mediumpurple|'''sigil'''}}, but she can't remember the shape. Besides, the good gentleman is already here.
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| − | ==== A Recollection ====
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner didn't meet <span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|[[WE MADE THIS CHOICE TOGETHER|Harrell]]}}</span> as initiates in the <s>I████████ ██ ███ult Pr███████ ███ ███████c Arts</s>. They became fast <s>friends</s><span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|THE MOMENTS THAT WE SHARE<s>D</s>}}</span> and █████ ███████ █ █████████<span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|[[SEVERED NAILS MARK THE PATH THROUGH NOTHING WHERE I CLAWED TO YOU|.]][[BREADWINNER| ]]}}</span>
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| − | ██gredients are disclosed a█ ███████:
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| − | * Mercury, approx. 15.96mol
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| − | * Bone (cor███), six birds, ground
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| − | * Tar, for {{Color|mediumpurple|'''sigil'''}}
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| − | * <s>Pair of scissors</s> one <s>dining knife</s> ███ <s>pair of sc██████</s>
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| − | * ███ █████, █astefully arrange█ [██PORTANT]
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| − | * Effigy for <s>the moment</s> first moments (in past rituals, use of ██adem, baby shoe, and ██████ have resulted in ███████)
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| − | * Geode, shaved and polished smooth on the inside
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| − | The dread was there the first moment she <s>shared with her</s>.
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| − | The dread was there the first moment she <s>didn't see</s>.
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| − | The dread was there t<s><span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|There was another feeling, past the dread, there was another feeling there. Dig deeper, Baldwin.}}</span></s>
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| − | The <span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|[[CONNECTION WE SHARE|dread]]}}</span>was there <s>just like last time</s>.<span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|[[WE HAD NO TIME| ]]}}</span>
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| − | ==== An Intro<s>spec</s>tion ====
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner paid a price. She must have. Or, perhaps, ███████ ████ ██<s><span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|LUNTEERED}}</span></s>.
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| − | When Harrell doesn't fall asleep against her shoulder, █<s><span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|Baldwin-}}</span></s>
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| − | When Harrell falls asleep against her shoulder, the way it feels right and the way it feels like the world is ending are the same feeling.<span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|[[THE WEIGHT OF THE YEARNING| ]]}}</span>
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| − | ==== An Intr<span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|'''I will not let you take me.'''}}</span>oduction ====
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner didn't meet Harrell when she didn't get transferred to the Hawai'i Fridays on Season 7, day 73. She had no memory of ever having met her before because she hasn't, just like everybody else.
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| − | There is no recorded history of any will so defiant before the cosmos that it would carve itself into causality by force. But there is no recorded history of all the wills who fail to do so, either. But if there was something worth being for, why aren't we drowning in the incorporeal? <span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|It takes a keen lack of eyes to see the drowning.}}</span> Harrell is taking it a step further, into being.
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner doesn't lock eyes with Harrell. When their eyes don't meet, a circuit closes, somewhere deeper than bone.
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| − | At the edge of that place, the trees grow thin, but they grow tall. Two old friends are sitting by a fire, sharing a bottle of wine. Baldwin Breadwinner is crying, and the paths of her teardrops crawl down her frame and through the dirt, and up to the good gentleman's eyes. The more she recalls to him, the more she sobs, and he cries with her in reverse. They're both laughing between gasps too, like every word is part of a great stretching punchline. When she sees through her tears, through his tears, and looks into his eyes, she █████ █████████ █recious t█ ███.
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| − | <s>But despite everything, that something refuses to be lost.</s>
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| − | Baldwin, she thinks to herself, are you really going to let this get to you? She's bested worse foes than he, though few are really worse. She grits her teeth between pursed lips.
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| − | ==== An I<span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|'''I will not let you take her from me.'''}}</span>ntroduction ====
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| − | <span style="font-family: serif; color:rgba(33, 38, 46, 0); font-size: 150%;"><center>'''<span style="text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px mediumpurple;">It vexes me,</span> <span style="text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px mediumpurple;">Harrell,</span> <span style="text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px mediumpurple;">to be bested in my own domain.</span> <span style="text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px mediumpurple;">Causality can be such a fickle thing, as can I. But, old friends, I am willing to concede to you here. We can do this forever, or I can let you two have each other, for a price. There was going to be a price.</span>'''</center></span>
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| − | Baldwin Breadwinner didn't meet [[Alyssa Harrell|Harrell]] when she didn't get transferred to the [[Hawai'i Fridays]] on Season 7, day 73. She had no memory of ever having met her before because she hasn't. Maybe it was mutual unreality, with Baldwin only half real and Harrell not being at all. Maybe it was a mutual temperament, both having learned to play to the give and take of the world. Maybe it was a mutual interest, long hours of baking bread together, and the in between, where dough needs time to rise. They filled a space in one another.
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| − | <span style="font-family: monospace;">{{color|powderblue|...<br><br>Hey Baldwin.<br><br>...<br><br>It's been a while, since we talked. Technically, we've never actually talked, but you know that. Ha ha.<br><br>Your starter almost died, nobody was checking on it since you left, but I kept some in the freezer from maybe a year and a half back, so I just wanted you to know it's safe. The kids too, I guess, you probably care about those also.<br><br>We aren't sure if you'll be coming down or not, all we know is what they report from the observatory, and it apparently isn't great stuff. I tried to scry, but I don't have a strong enough catalyst. I'd sacrifice anyone to pierce that veil, but the ingredient isn't something in my reach right now, so I can just hope.<br><br>Keep kicking butt up there. If anyone on that team of weirdos can, it's gotta be you. Come back soon? There's a fresh loaf waiting for you, like always.<br><br>Thanks for keeping it real. Ha ha.}}</span>
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