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aboveallthings[In your hand is a fidget cube, a rounded white cube accented with buttons, dials, and switches in the color of a certain Family on the ship.
Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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AMARETTO FORNAX
Date: 2025-11-14 10:31 pm (UTC)~
A sorry parade dressed in the [CROW CAWING] uniform trudge their way down the hall of a somber stone hallway. Their expressions twisted in anger and confusion, but most of all worry. Like a school of minnows they travel in the same direction, as if compelled against their will, each with a matching DUNCE HAT adorning their person, a mark of their shared failure and fate. As they enter the CONFERENCE ROOM, they are met with the sight of none other than [THE SOUND OF A PEN SCRATCHING AGAINST PAPER] flanked on either side by his two matching SECRETARIES. A spotlight turns on, highlighting him, his sharp suit and sharper smile as he addresses the room, advising them that their performance was not good enough and that, as per the contract, they are going to have to LIP SYNC FOR THEIR LIVES. He looks quite pleased with himself even as the mob cries out in anger. He does not flinch or back down even as threats come rolling in, he doesn't need to, afterall he has an ironclad contract, two SECRETARIES who are eager to keep the mob in line and the ability to make everyone here WORK WEEKENDS. He smiles again, glasses flashing, truly if you love what you do then you will never really work a day in your life.