[Day 3, Morning]

[twelvemods]

[The morning clicks over.

You awaken having had a series of odd dreams last night. You feel wide awake this morning, your brain alive and awake. But your thoughts keep drifting to someone in particular....]




((OOC NOTE: For most of you, you will be taken by an absolute, ferocious fascination with the people you dreamt about. However your curiosity engages... do you want to know their backstory? Do you want to know alllllll about their love lives? You want nothing more than to be around them and learn...

On the other hand, if you feel like you are MISSING SOMETHING since the fight with the ooze monster... you feel that same fascination, but you also have this solid knowledge that they have or know something you NEED.

This event will be going all week. The event to settle this will be coming later, so sit back and ENJOY :D.))

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[direstnews]

[Back to the garden we go. Whatever became of that woman and her daughter?]

[12npcs]

[They lay strewn in pieces. A whole leg here, a hand there. Little can gathered as to what happened to their clothes or the paint... as if stripped of everything to them, all that remains are shells of parts.]

[direstnews]

[Picks up one of the hands, turning it over to see if the joints are still intact.]

[12npcs]

[As you pick up the hand, the fingers fall apart, one segment at a time, clicking delicately against the cobblestone.]

[direstnews]

[Swallows.]

[Picks up one of the segments, being gentler this time.]

[12npcs]

[The segment you pick up is quite hollow.]

[direstnews]

[Checks a few more - and then a few more.]

[And then a larger piece, to test for weight in comparison to the bully from yesterday.]

[12npcs]

[As you expect, they are dramatically lighter.]

[direstnews]

[....well.]

[I guess I am going to just. Load these empty things onto the cart then.]

[12npcs]

[The dog trundles up to your hand as you reach down. Its paper tongue brushes your fingers.]

[direstnews]

[Pauses to scratch the dog behind its ears, hand lingering on its head for longer than it really needs to.]

We'd best get started.

People break down into a great many pieces, it seems.