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Who: Anyone
When: Day 125, morning
Where: Outside HQ/Inside HQ
What: Adventure mingle time!!1 and also less exciting stay at home mingle time

[ the sunrise is bright over the treeline, and the sky promises to be blue all day. Clearly it is a good day for action. Perhaps even adventure. You know there's at least one person is taking up the chance for it.

Maybe you're setting out on your own, or with a few people you know. Maybe you might spot someone else heading away from the safety of HQ. Or maybe you're just hanging out back home because there's enough for you to do. ]

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I've known her . . . I've known Rapunzel ever since she came here.

She's helped me out, more than once. She's a really amazing person.

. . . Mm. She definitely is.

I don't know if she knows. But she's one of those people . . . it's hard not to notice she's special, somehow.

[giggles a bit]

I'd bet my mop that she doesn't realize at all. But . . . Mm. I'm glad I met her.

[Glances at the mop.]

You're going to need a piece of wood that's a bit thicker than that, if you want a torch that will last through exploring. About twice as thick, and half as long.

Ahh, no, the mop's not for burning! [holds it out; it has a metal tip at one end, and the whole thing has a metal core.] This one's for hitting things. Rapunzel has the stick we want to use for the fire.

I didn't think it was! Things like that . . . any tools are too rare here.

Oh! Eheheh.

There really isn't much metal at all, is there?

Metal especially. There's more here . . . little things, forgotten things. But there wasn't anything I could feel in the jungle at all.

Feel?

I made a deal with Zhen Ji a while back. The range isn't so good when we're outside, but if there's metal around, I know.

It's a little strange, but not bad.

That's kind of cool . . . !

All I wanted was an oxy-fuel welding torch, but it really is a bit more useful like this. That's where the pot's from, at least—old pieces of rusted-out washing machines, made into something new.

Did you make it all by yourself?

Yes.

It's just a pot though . . . it's really not anything special.

I don't have any special powers at all, so . . .even something simple like this, it's kind of inspiring.

It's still . . .

It's probably something you could have here, if you wanted to.

. . . The gods, right?

That's right.

That's why . . . even if it really can be amazing, it's not really a personal thing.

[Silent for a moment.]

Can I ask . . . what's it like? Making that kind of deal with a god.

It . . .

It kind of wasn't much of anything, this time. All we did was shake hands, and there was a bit of a tingle, and that was it. No marks, no promises, nothing strange at all. That was it.

Ahh—

Eh? This time?

I'll take it.

[Leans on her shoulder.]

[leans back, hooking her arm through his]

I might be a bit biased, though.

Bias hardly disqualifies the concept of good taste.

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