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[Adragis]

Sandra is still hanging around Dackly nervously.

[Shadestyle]

"Sorry about that, something shipwise was tickling my irritation gland."

"So, do you think it would be a good idea to make healing medicine so we can heal even if we aren't present?"

"I figured the idea would appeal to you."

[Twi]

Alanis furiously ships Wilson and Yamal silently.
Also, she continues the snuggle loop.

Snuggle loops are pretty great. Yep. 100% Primordial approved.

[Adragis]

Sandra nods. Shakily. As usual.

[Shadestyle]

Dackly smashes a rock from the arena into mortar and pestle, since Gozer is gone, then pours healing tears from the fish statue into it, Dackly gestures to Sandra to contribute.

[Adragis]

Sandra tilts her head.

Dackly never really explained too well.

[Shadestyle]

"I could have sworn you had some kind of healing ability from hearsay, simply place it in the bowl."

[Adragis]

"O-oh..."
She spits into the pestle, blushing heavily.

[Shadestyle]

"And now, *shink* The magic part."

Dackly mixes and petrifies the liquid into a solid brick.

"This is basically the finished product, I just need Gozer to get back from shopping to divide it into pills."

"Hey, don't feel embarrassed, this is a fairly private affair, we'll just say we made it and not explain how, Ok?.."

Dackly tries to explain to comfort Sandra somewhat.

[Adragis]

She nods.

[Shadestyle]

"That much biological potential probably comes with a lot of energy in it, I'm guessing?"

"I could cook something mundane as thanks, if you like."

[USEC_OFFICER]

"So basically other dimensions love to mess around with your own. Huh. We get... a couple of guys who just don't follow the rules of the universe, physics, all that, and not in a way bluespace or magic can really explain. Mr. Copenhagen comes to mind, a fellow who seems to love to play tricks on the station and who seems to have godlike powers, I suppose is the way to put it. They arrest him, and then we look away and look back and he's in front of us. I... suppose that maybe is the closest that where I come from gets to that."

Alice nods, "Yes. That Mr. Copenhagen certainly sounds as if he is Supernatural to me. An entity who doesn't follow the rules of the universe but works off of their own. Your Mr. Copenhagen sounds like he is Fey, since he only goes to your world for his own amusement and entertainment. That can be the worse type of Supernatural because they don't care about what destruction or death they cause for their enjoyment." After a moment's pause Alice adds, "The other types can be terrible of course, and the Fey can be pleasant. Generalities can be misleading when there's so many different Supernatural forces. If you were trying to describe all of your Federations and Cults and 'Robots' from a single word then you would encounter the same difficulties as I am experiencing right now. Perhaps I should start to differentiate between all of the Supernatural forces in my world, but there are so many of them. It will take a long time to explain them all."

[Powder Miner]

"Huh. Well, until I figure out what this reason I'm evidently here is, I really don't have anything except for time."

[SOLDIER First]

[NOW IT IS A MATTER OF ESCAPING MY PRISON.]

Wilson also continues being closer to Yamal than usual.

[Shadestyle]

Dackly goes ahead to the kitchen and makes sugar cookies for Sandra. Chock full of sugar, bread, and mundane lowercase love.

After they are done, Dackly brings the warm plate to rejuvenate the shy donor of healing essence.

"Cookies are done!~"