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TDM 011: I PUT A SMELL ON YOU

00. Arrival

You come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed!

Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see beyond what arrivals before you have helped to rebuild. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE

As the wintery weather has shifted to warmer breezes and the snow has given way to grass and baby blooms, Islanders will find the robots in a flurry as yet another holiday takes hold. The Festival of Renewal, to welcome in the season of new life and awakenings of all those that have slept the winter months away. Spring has come and so has the time where life flourishes on the Nameless Island.

Islanders will see decorations set up all over the city signifying the change in seasons (much of which happens to be elaborately decorated eggs...lots and lots of eggs) and robots will gladly ask them of any lively changes they see sprouting up around the Island, from flowers, to baby animals, to animals in the act of making baby animals...there will be quite a bit of that going on for them to catch sight of. Islanders will be encouraged to start their own gardens if they wish, with various booths set up around the city’s center offering free seeds for different plants ready to be sewn into the soil. Each booth will have full grown versions of the flowers and plants they are offering on display. You might even recognize some of them from your own worlds.

But other booths will focus on different aspects of Life and Renewal, including booths of artwork painstakingly made in vibrant expression by the robots themselves of animals in the act of enthusiastic copulation! Oh, wait...that isn’t artwork of a deer or sheep. That might just be artwork of you engaging in enthusiastic copulation...and who is that other person in the image with you? Have you met them before? It might just be one of your fellow Islanders or someone you recognize from home. Robots are selling this artwork as first come first serve, but they might make more than one copy…

Those aren’t the only booths either, as other booths will offer free swag of flavored lubes, edible underwear, as well as genitalia-shaped gummies! And then there are the gourmet chocolates being sold at the Steaming Carafe cafe in honor of the festival! Ask nicely and they’ll give you a free sample, but be warned the chocolate does have mild aphrodisiac properties, but a couple hours waiting or an Auspicious Act won’t take care of.

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II. CHOCOLATE CURRENCY

The robots are also offering credits to anyone who might help them in managing the dozens of Rainbow Rabbits taking the city by storm, colorful animals that can be seen hopping and dashing through the city and the surrounding woods in a flash. Spots of color might catch your attention from the corner of your eye and you turn to see no rabbit there, but follow that and you might find an abandoned nest of leaves, twigs, or grass filled to the brim with colorful, shiny eggs of any design.

These eggs happen to look just like the hundreds of egg decorations you’ve seen all over the city...

Ask any robot and you’ll be informed that the decorations are made from the shells of these eggs after they’ve been collected and carefully broken open to remove the chocolate inside. That’s right. Chocolate eggs. Just where do you think they got the chocolate for those treats at the cafe? Carefully collect as many eggs as you can without breaking them, and turn them in to the café for your credits.

But what robots may forget to warn you about is that if you eat the chocolate straight from the egg, without it being processed first, it will not only taste delicious, but the potent aphrodisiac will be far more extreme and far more addictive. You might not be able to go a day without needing to eat more of it and achieve some carnal release. The more you eat, the shorter the timespan before you are overtaken by the unending craving. An endless cycle of heightened arousal and desire that can only be eased by orgasm...but that orgasm will be powerful, possibly the best one you’ve ever had in your life. Easy to see why they warn you about chocolate being so addictive…

Only completing an Auspicious Act or the healing waters in the Bathhouse will remove this effect. Until next time.

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III. SPRING IS IN THE AIR (AMONG OTHER THINGS)

Walking the booths during the festival, you might be lured in by a scent in the air. Something soft, or strong, or bitter, or sweet...a scent so familiar that you can’t help but seek out where it came from. The scent will lead you right to one of the booths where robots have bottles and bottles of perfume and cologne lined up. Perfumes they will explain are made entirely unique to each person.

That scent that caught your attention? That’s your scent. And now you have to have it. The robots will even give it to you for free. It’s a special tradition of the festival for Islanders to wear their scent and see who else might just be attracted to it. But that scent isn’t just to attract others to you, it’s to show them you’re ready to mate to whoever happens to be lured in by it. The scent will draw out your animal instincts and theirs, pushing them to stake their claim on you. They’ll want to make you theirs and theirs alone and all you will be able to think about is mating with them and being owned by them.

And if you’re attracted to their scent in turn? Well, you might feel the need to turn the tables and own them instead.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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Arrival: the Beach

Though he manages to get his feet under him as he trudges out of the water, he doesn't stay there for long. Percy lands on his hands and knees and coughs up the water he swallowed. The taste of brine coats the inside of his mouth and he tries to summon enough saliva to spit in an attempt to clear it. A wave hits him from behind, nearly sending him down again. With some determination, he gets further on shore and flops onto his back as he tries to catch his breath.

What the hell was that?

He doesn't have much time to contemplate his current state - or how he got here - before a shadow falls over him. He whips away, rolling to get his knees under him, then his feet. His sidearm is likely far too waterlogged to work, but rapiers work fine wet. He draws it, holding it ready despite the fact that every muscle feels like it's shaking and his glasses are--somewhere. He's lost them in the sand.

The automatons don't seem immediately threatening. One even has a towel, though at this point that seems rather insufficient.

All the quick movements make his stomach roll again and Percy is suddenly aware that he has not quite gotten rid of all the seawater. Hopefully his grimace looks more like a threat than nausea.

"That is quite close enough."

It is about then that he notices there are other people on the beach, possibly watching this overdramatic display. He lowers his arm slowly, though he does not put the sword away. Then he sighs.

"Fine, give me the towel. And watch where you step."

Season of Eggcellence

He is quite familiar with Renewal Festivals, though he cannot recall quite so many eggs.

It's the snowdrops that make him stop.

Percy catches sight of the familiar white flowers and drifts toward the booth offering them. They are not quite as impressive as some of the other blooms, but they are--far more meaningful. He tells himself that it is ridiculous to assign further meaning to them beyond their appearance as early spring flowers, but. They will always mean something to him.

He leaves the booth with a sprig of the white flowers pinned to his coat.

Some time later, he happens upon the robots selling art. Well, it's appropriate to the season, isn't it? This seems like the kind of thing Scanlan and Grog would immediately drift toward. And he's content to walk past it until he recognizes--himself. And his wife.

"No, absolutely not."

He doesn't have any credit to buy it, nor does he really have anything to barter with, but he very much wants to remove the intimate painting of himself and Vex'ahlia. He even recognizes the damn bed. He is certain this is when they consummated their very private marriage. The shock of it is a blow to his usual sense of decorum and it takes a moment to compose himself. His voice is still tight when he finally addresses the robot running the booth:

"I will give you what you want for the painting, just remove it."

Maybe Vex would laugh. Maybe she would stand by and critique the lighting and style. Maybe Percy could do the same if she were here. But she isn't. Percy is left on his back foot here, not entirely sure how to approach negotiating with something mechanical. But he will absolutely try.

Chocolate Currency

Given his utter lack of useful funds, it seems prudent to earn some credits.

He's gone out egg hunting several times now and is getting better at spotting the colorful rabbits. He might even help someone if they are inclined to ask.

After dropping off his most recent bounty, he walks away from the cafe with one of the eggs still in hand. He's curious now that he knows the are apparently filled with chocolate. He's expecting it might be somewhat bitter, given that it isn't refined, but he's willing to take the chance. Chasing rabbits is hungry work, after all.

Percy isn't expecting the kick that happens. That, perhaps, had not been his best idea. When the arousal hits, it is mind-numbing in a way he has never experienced.

[Help Percy out or haul him off to the Bathhouse, the choice is yours. Also happy to do more gen-leaning egg-hunting scenarios.]

Wildcard/Notes

[Find Percy exploring, hunting for eggs, or possibly at the spa - feel free to throw a wildcard my way. I'm absolutely up for doing some mating/breeding kink, but would prefer to take those prompts as they come rather than doing a general start for it.]

vax'ildan has heard about the festival through the grapevine, through stories his new friends tell about it and their experiences there. he isn't exactly excited to experience any side effects of the augur, but he wants to try his hand at being less of a homebody.

the stalls are cute and all, offering all kinds of plants and flowers and things from various homeworlds, though two things catch his eye at once, and funnily enough, both of them are white. a shock of fluffy hair, and a familiar flower, both of which make his blood run cold and his stomach begins to churn. he thinks he might throw up, or pass out, whichever comes first.

"p-percival."

his voice is meant to sound firm and confident, but it wavers, and he clears his throat. he hasn't even noticed the painting of his sister and his brother-in-law behind him, his world too rocked by percy's arrival. most importantly: is vex'ahlia with him?

It isn't the white-haired man that catches Caleb's eye first; it's the painting he's attempting to barter over, and the striking resemblance of one of the people in it to someone Caleb knows fairly well by now. But given a moment to really look, the person in the painting is, while just as attractive, very much not Vax'ildan, despite first appearances. Which leads him to draw the next possible conclusion: it must be his sister. His twin sister. And this man could be...her husband? The brother-in-law Vax'ildan has mentioned. He is, at least, clearly the other person in the painting, so there must be some link there. Okay.

Of course, all of those realizations happen in the space of about two seconds, which leaves Caleb about two seconds more to decide what to say before the silence becomes awkwardly long as he hovers there about an arm's length away from Percy, trying to come off like he hadn't just been scrutinizing something clearly very intimate.

Hurriedly looking away from the artwork, Caleb instead fumbles for his bracelet.

"Ah--sorry, here, let me pay the difference for you," he offers quickly. "I have more than enough." That's not entirely true. He's certainly not flush with cash, he never is, but he also doesn't have a lot to spend it on here. If he can help out someone apparently close to Vax with it, he will.

Poor fucking bastard.

As per usual, Fjord's walk along the beach during Newbie Week does not disappoint, although he's drawn to the stranger for reasons other than the soggy swordplay. He's seen firearms before, Nott's Hupperdook version that she pulled apart and the guns at the arcade on the island here (as well as Peter's awesome blasters), but never before has Fjord seen someone toting a recognisable one around like they know how to use it. He looks between the man and the automaton, approaching with a raised hand by way of greeting.

"That's a heavy coat to get wet."

That voice is enough to pull Percy out of his strained negotiation. He stares when he sees Vax'ildan, feeling a sort of numbness start in his fingertips and creep higher. It's not possible.

And, if it is, it makes him even more determined to get that painting out of sight.

"I am not finished with you," he says tightly to the automaton, who doesn't seem to be perturbed by any of this.

Percival steps back from the table so that he can fully face Vax. He's almost afraid to move, like his brother-in-law will waver and disappear into shadow and feathers. He doesn't realize he's reaching out at first, then forces himself to drop his hand.

"Vax'ildan. Is that really you?"

If diplomacy and snobbery won't work, Percy is willing to to see how much damage one of these things can take. If it were only him, this might be something relatively easy to brush off, to roll his eyes at and walk away. If only.

His gaze cuts side-long when he hears someone offering to pay the difference. He absolutely does not want to accept charity, but he is quickly realizing he might have to if he wants to do anything about this without resorting to stealing it or damaging it. His jaw tightens.

"I will repay this," he says gravely, intending to use a tone that will brook no argument. He lifts his gaze back to the automaton.

"You heard the man," he snaps, calling on generations of snobbery and his own well-honed spite. Not that it will have any particular effect on a thing like this, but it makes him feel just slightly better to wield it.

"It is absolutely unbearable right now," he agrees, keeping his eyes on the automaton for a moment longer before snatching the towel away with his free hand. Then he looks at the man approaching. Half orc? That is his first thought, anyway. "Watch where you step... there is a pair of glasses around here somewhere."

He had them when he got out of the water. He must have lost them when he rolled to his feet.

"And you stay there," he says to the automaton, gesturing with the rapier before he finally sheaths it.

Once the rapier is sheathed Fjord moves a little closer, looking around the sand for a pair of glasses. His attention is drawn back to the man, curious.

"Is that a Tal'dorei accent I hear?"

vax knows that look in his eyes, and it's almost annoying. vax isn't some commodity, he isn't artwork in a museum. percy is his brother, his best friend, and he doesn't want to be handled with kid gloves by someone he respects so deeply. so vax'ildan spots that hand when percy extends it, frowns at it, then steps forward, past the hand and past percy's hesitance to pull him into a tight, warm embrace.

"yes, percy, it's me. i'll explain in a moment. are you alright?" he pulls apart, but just enough to look him in the eyes and run a hand through that saltwater-tossed hair. his heart aches, seeing him in such a state, and for a moment he thinks of the rest of his friends. his sister. "is vex'ahlia with you?"

"It is." Percival rubs his face and his hair with the towel, and finally, reluctantly, shucks his coat off. He drapes it over his arm and joins the search. He doesn't crouch down until he sees a flash of metal.

"Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the Third. Of Whitestone. And who are you?"

He dusts off the glasses with a small frown and holds them close to see if the glass is cracked.

"You're Percy."

He straightens up, not with a pair of glasses but a random shell absently turned over in his hands as he does a double-take. It can't be; Fjord feels like he's fucking ordained by the Augur at this point to find Wildemount strays.

Ignoring the question about himself for now, he goes on.

"Percy of Vox Machina?"

While the tone is honestly a bit jarring, Caleb supposes he'd be irritated as well if he happened to stumble upon something similar picturing himself and someone he cares about. He holds his arm out toward the automaton, offering his bracelet to process the credit transfer. If the robot notices the tense atmosphere or Caleb's awkwardness, it gives no indication as it accepts his payment and picks up the painting, sliding it across the wooden table separating them.

Caleb, for his part, takes a distinctive step away at this point, letting Percy do as he pleases with the art he's purchased. He doesn't mind so much if he's repaid or not, but he isn't going to mention it either way.

"I...realize that was a strange place for a stranger to intervene," he says after a moment, a little hesitant. His Zemnian accent makes the words even softer, somehow. "But I believe we have a mutual friend."

It isn't kid gloves. Percy does not want to touch Vax and find that he is not real. He doesn't think he could take it after everything leading up to this. But then Vax is hugging him and he is real and solid and warm and living, and Percy feels a sting in his eyes. The uncertainty shatters and Percival wraps his arms tightly around Vax.

"I have been better," he says quietly, voice a bit strained as they part again. He doesn't quite pull away, though, keeping his grip on Vax. He doesn't want him to disappear now.

"No, Vex isn't here. I haven't seen her."

Percival slides off his coat to wrap the painting in it as soon as the automaton hands it over. And now he is in someone's debt, which seems like a grand way to begin his stay here. He takes a breath and lets it go slowly as he turns to face the man.

"I appreciate the assistance. That likely would have devolved had you not."

He frowns at the mention of a mutual friend, however, and he racks his memory for this face, but... there is nothing familiar. Which puts him on his back foot again. Percy steps away from the stable and closer to the man.

"Do we? Who might that be?"

He lifts an eyebrow as he slides his glasses back on.

"Yes, I am." Which means this man is likely from Exandria, at the very least, if not Tal'dorei. "And you are...?"

His request for an introduction has been ignored, so he prompts it again politely. It feels more important now that he is apparently known. Percy looks past the other man to the automaton, who is still standing there with its hand out, offering something.

"Fjord of the Mighty Nein," he says while stepping closer and offering a hand. He follows it up with, "A friend of Vax'ildan."

And waits to see what kind of reaction that news garners.

Vax? His expression is carefully measured, but he accepts Fjord's hand.

"How do you know Vax'ildan?"

Someone from Vax's past, maybe, before they met? Surely there are plenty of stories he hasn't heard: he would remember if someone mentioned a half orc by the name of Fjord.

"He washed up here too, I found him. My special talent."

Wry as he is, he shakes Percy's hand and glances down to sneak a peek at that gun. Back up and he nods to the automaton, reaching for the device it carries.

"You'll need one of these if you want to contact him, everybody on the island has them. I can show you how to use it, if you like."

He imagines the guy wants to speak to his own friend first, before Fjord.

I. SEASONS OF EGGCELENCE
[ Past the whole process of arrival and with no immediate means of escape known to her, Rhea has set off on a bit of a surveillance mission-- the island, while wildly preposterous in chosen theme, doesn't seem to be dangerous, and she can most certainly handle herself in battle, should the need arise.

Of course, battle isn't the type of challenge she's mostly likely to face, as she is soon to figure out-- but hey, she comes from times of war, okay, give this Archbishop who is not at all a warrior a break! ]

A.
[ As soon as it's made clear the island is both inhabited and there is some sort of festivity in place, Rhea indulges in some harmless curiosity, an ever serene smile on her face as she walks down the streets, her hair adorned in even more of those lilies than she would normally wear-- upon the automatons' insistence, and her gracious acceptance.

Her smile does, however, vanish the minute she sets sights on a certain artwork on display, a thin line between her brows. Why, it features a gigantic, largely scaly creature with wings and horns, white as the flowers in her hair-- a dragon, who is most certainly not her!-- engaging in unspeakable acts with... hmm. Wait, this face...

Green eyes flicker from the gravure to the person standing beside her, then back to the picture and-- yes, that's definitely you in that questionable piece of art! ]

What is the meaning of this?

B.
[ The café, at least, seems safe. No obscenities to lay her eyes upon, and almost familiar in a way-- the tea and sweet treats and general ambiance that come with it might remind her of the students lively chatting up and spending an afternoon together together in the gardens surrounding Garreg Mach.

Of course, as Archbishop, it wasn't her place to join them, and her own days were mostly solitary. So one can imagine how completely out of her element she is, sitting in a table with a sinful (Mother, forgive her) amount of gourmet chocolate laid out in front of her. Why, it could feed a whole dragon-- not that she would personally know anything about that! Figure of speech, really! ]

Excuse me? [ She calls upon the first person to walk past her booth, smiling despite how awkward this socializing deal may be. ] Wouldn't you like to have some of these?

[ Or: want to try your luck at a Perfect Tea Time with the Archbishop? ]

2. CHOCOLATE CURRENCY
[ Okay, so the rainbow bunnies are cute. Kind of tricky to catch, but definitely cute, despite their odd coloring. And also the odd fact they have... nests? She fairly sure that's not how the Goddess intended for rabbits to procreate, and that is all the more reason for them to draw her attention.

You know what else draws her attention, though? Why, whoever has just happened to cross her path on this treasure hunt-- and more importantly, the fact they seem empty-handed. Now, as she understands, these colorful egg shells will reward handsomely, and she's managed quite the full basket as it is, so she will approach and offer: ]

I see your search has yielded little result. Please, allow me to share my blessings with you.

[ Sharing is caring! And also, other than establishing a heavily militarized institution and ruling over the faith of an entire continent for close to a millennium, she has little use for money. A simple Archbishop of simple needs, you see. ]

3. WILDCARD
[ Come at me!! ]

vax'ildan hears the strain in percy's voice, and as though no time has passed since his death, he reaches up to cup his cheek, stroking at his bottom lid to wipe away whatever tears may gather there.

percy still smells the same. like gunpowder and his cologne, something made in whitestone. he's a little damp, but otherwise just the same, all nobility and stature. even like this, he still manages to look distinguished, and vax can't help but break into a small smile as he looks him up and down. a smile, despite those killer words, vex isn't here.

"you look like shit."

Here's his chance to find out if this really is who he thinks it is. "Vax'ildan. I only realized because of the..." A half-hearted gesture at the now wrapped painting. "...resemblance."

Oh. Nope. Caleb's face sure is red.

"Gods, I should not have said it that way." His voice is sort of fading as he talks and a hand covers his eyes, more than a little mortified. "That is really not what I...scheisse. I'm sorry. I just mean that I know him, and am aware that he has a twin."

His hands are calloused but cared for, a few shiny burn scars and cuts. Percival accepts the bracelet and looks it over. He feels like he should be able to figure it out on his own, but he'd definitely need some time.

"I might have to defer to your experience," he admits. "Perhaps we can adjourn somewhere with less sand."

He's already covered, but he wouldn't mind a chance to dry off and at the very least clean his weapons after being soaked in saltwater. And he wants to see how this thing could be used to contact Vax... if he is truly here. He is not holding his breath.

OO. ARRIVAL
[a.]
[It is with a gasp and no grace at all that Padmé emerges from the water, working until she gets her footing beneath her. Even then, it's several awkward feet that she sloshes in her water-logged state, at least until she hits the sand. It's a few more minutes of heaving breaths, coughing as her stomach rolls, but thankfully settles. It doesn't clear up any of her confusion as she looks around, wiping a hand across her forehead to flick away water droplets.

She had been on Tatooine... A planet distinct in it's lack of water. There's no such issue here as Padmé glances around, noting that there does appear to be a fair amount of it around her. What she does notice is the lack of spaceship and her travel companion. Worry flashes through her as she looks back to the water, trying to see if she can spot Anakin, before roaming across the beach. There's nothing though. Yet, Padmé does notice other people scattered about.

Just what is happening?

She walks a little, towards the closest being.]

Hello? Have you any idea where we are?

[b.]

Oh. Hello there.

[It is a greeting that is offered to the robot that comes towards her, although perhaps it isn't as functional as some of the droids that Padmé knows from experience. It does bring a towel, which she accepts gratefully, although the bracelet is viewed with a bit of skepticism. Just what it is? Yet she doesn't have time to think about that, finding herself started to be herded.]

Uh. Are we meant to be going somewhere?

[Which means that she's stepping in the direction that it wants her to go, although she's mindful of it. After all, there had been an attempt on her life... She does seek to dry off the white shirt and pants, water still sloshing around in her boots. Anyone that she does meet, she asks.]

Have you any idea what this is about?

[It's not too long before the spa comes into view, and while it is a nice suggestion, Padmé isn't in the mood for such events. No, she wants to know what has happened, and how she came to be here. They'd been about to head off for Geonosis to rescue Obi-Wan, and Padmé knows that this planet is not her destination. But, she also doesn't recall anything really happening, just... a strangeness. Then here.

She is still working to move around the robot, not needing to go into the sp.]

No. That's quite alright. Thank you though, but it's quite unnecessary. Really.

[Dancing to get around them and away.]

I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE
[a.]
[Padmé has found herself exploring, dryer now, although no less unsettled. The warm breeze does aid, as she has always been someone who likes the more temperate like those found on Naboo. There is still a wariness to her step, although her face is open enough as she moves around the robots that seem rather intent on decorating. She is unfamiliar with this place and it's customs, although it seems to have something to do with eggs.

She does happen to come across several of the booths, curious as to what they are doing, chatting, although soon enough she's quite loaded up in various garden supplies. It's a fair number of seeds that she's managed to accumulate, more than she would ever know what to do with. When someone does catch her eye, she shrugs a little.]

They were rather persistent... Would you like some? I fear I don't have much of a green thumb myself.

[b.]
[So she seems to still have a fair number of seeds in her possession, and Padmé isn't certain what she'll actually do with them. Plants have never really been her thing, although she does enjoy flowers. It's more that she had never truly had enough time for them. The senate was a full time job and then some for her, and then add all the committees and functions that she attended. She has meandered her way towards the other side of booths, which appear to be selling some sort of food items.

Or so she thought.

The first item is taken when pressed upon her. No need to be impolite and maybe she could-]

It's- underwear? [There's surprise in her voice, before the hint of a flush on her cheeks. It's still packaged, so Padmé does seek to offer it back, much to the protest of the other.] No. It's quite already. I do have my own. I'm certain that someone else would, uh, prefer it. Look! Over there!

His expression doesn't change, much, when his rescuer rambles about the resemblance Vax'ildan has to the woman in the painting. Of course, but how does this person know Vax? Percy waits for the man to collect himself as much as he can.

"How do you know him?"

His attention is briefly interrupted as other people try to get closer to the table. Percival moves, but returns his focus to this man who apparently knows his brother-in-law. And who might pass out if any more blood rushes to his face.

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TDM 011: I PUT A SMELL ON YOU

00. Arrival

I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE

II. CHOCOLATE CURRENCY

III. SPRING IS IN THE AIR (AMONG OTHER THINGS)

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