Sorry for the delay! You can expect more regular responses going on.
Go shopping: wirecutters, screwdriver, crowbar, one T-shirt. Several cans of grease, oil or similar lubricant, preferably viscous. A few handfuls of marbles or ball bearings.
How big are the watch boxes, actually? How many fit in one truck, approximately?
You know that the boxes are about eight-feet high, and maybe three foot wide. They're usually positioned on street corners. In the trucks you've seen, you'd be surprised if they could fit more than four in. You head over to Hammond's Hardware and fill up a trolley with wirecutters, screwdriver, a crowbar, a HAMMER IT WITH HAMMOND t-shirt, a few cans of Lard-Lite hyperslip grease, and some ball bearings. The clerk at the till looks at you, pulling the hair out of her eyes.
"I'll have to photocopy your ID for these," she says, barely stifling a yawn. "Unless you already have a Hammond loyalty card?"
He smiles.
"Does one truly need permission to give charity?" he asked in a tone of wisdom. A rhetorical question. No, he doesn't have a license.
"Now sir," says the Support Facilitator taking out a pad and pen, "charity distributors have a legal requirement to make sure all their goods are properly certified. Now if you don't have a license, I'm afraid you'll have to desist your activities, otherwise we'll be forced to seize your stock and book you for unlawful distribution."
"What I mean is, if multiple people saw me do it but didn't care, would it count?"
Wait for the reply, then go to DoZee's, and take a cup off of the cup dispenser. Go into the bathroom and pee into a cup. If the leader mages said yes to my previous question, say "Ken Ali", then pour the pee into someone else's lemonade and walk out, calmly.
"No. We need to see if you are able to act without your actions being traced back to you."
You head to the diner, the neon sign blinking at all hours. Inside, the floor is sticky with every surface covered in a thick layer of grease. The booths are packed with workmen eating all day breakfasts, poets drinking black coffee and couples sharing icecream. You head in to the bathroom, two out of the three stalls are out of order and the third looks like it really should be retired. Trying not to touch any of the surfaces, you relieve yourself into a small cup.
Sharayna notices the melancholy young woman, and with the aid of her cane, doddered over to her.
Oh! Are you okay, what happened? I'll be here for you. Okay?
Try to comfort the young woman, and learn what's the source of her problems.
"Oh it's not a good day today," she says, sniffling back her tears, "I asked my friend Getty what she really thought about me. She said I was mild! Who says that? I was hoping she's come to the bridge, we always throw stones at the boats here, but she hasn't come. She thinks I'm boring!"
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