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[King Zultan]

How many hands do we have, because so far there have been two purple, one orange and more that one red mentioned.

Check and see how may hands we have then look in the bag that was next to the bed roll.

[Imic]

Check and see how may hands we have then look in the bag that was next to the bed roll.

You inspect your hands. You count them. Two. You count them again. Two. They’ve turned from red to purple in the time it took to count them twice. Then back to red. Then green. So have your arms. And your torso. And your legs. As you stare at the lightshow, your head starts to hurt, but You’ve noticed something else, too. Your... ‘skin’... is smooth, hard, and... you could swear it was solid, through and through, right down to the bone. Do you even have bones? Do you have blood? Organs? Muscles? Maybe you should do something else. Your eyes turn towards the bag.

Your hands (Now a bright shade of pink) reach over to open up the cloth container, and you take a peek inside. Within are the tools of survival. A knife, a light metal pot, a metal lantern, a half full waterskin, a smaller bag revealed to hold flour, some potatoes, parsnips, and carrots, and a very small, mostly-full wooden container of salt.

Your hunger and thirst take centre stage at the sight of it all. The embers of the fire are still hot, and the room is perfecrlt quiet, the wind having long since disappeared into background noise.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Cloth bag
Metal knife
Light metal pot
Metal lantern
Fistful of root vegetables: (x4)
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x5)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)

[TamerVirus]

Grab potato,throw it into the pot, add water, and baby, let's get a stew going

[Imic]

Grab potato,throw it into the pot, add water, and baby, let's get a stew going

You rinse the mud from the vegetables first. Your memory may be gone, but you do still know that they go bad if you clean them before storing them. But soon, the pot is nestled in the embers, filled with water and vegetables and just a pinch of salt. The anticipation of food allows your hunger to sideline itself for the time being; When done, the relief will only be the more potent for it. Your thirst, however, isn’t going anywhere, and most of the water is in the pot now. A sip from the edge will only do so much for your parched throat.

The wind has died down outside, but only by a little. Warmth has filled you, in any case, thanks to the warm embers on front of you. There’s probably enough to finish the stew, but after that you doubt there’ll be any juice left.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Cloth bag
Metal knife
Metal lantern
Fistful of root vegetables: (x2)
Waterskin: Empty.
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)

[Superdorf]

Finish the stew. Eat. Go get that interesting "perfect sphere" we found.
While we're doing stuff, consider: can we recall anything of ourself, our history, our biology, our world?

[Stirk]

Put sphere in stew for flavor.

[Naturegirl1999]

Finish the stew. Eat. Go get that interesting "perfect sphere" we found.
While we're doing stuff, consider: can we recall anything of ourself, our history, our biology, our world?

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Put sphere in stew for flavor.

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[King Zultan]

Finish the stew. Eat. Go get that interesting "perfect sphere" we found.
While we're doing stuff, consider: can we recall anything of ourself, our history, our biology, our world?

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+1 Also grab the plate and the bedroll.

[Imic]

Finish the stew. Eat. Go get that interesting "perfect sphere" we found.
While we're doing stuff, consider: can we recall anything of ourself, our history, our biology, our world?

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+1 Also grab the plate and the bedroll.

As the stew bubbles away, you fetch the sphere again. Best keep it close. You stick the plate in the bag, and roll up the bedroll. Even once everything’s tidied away, the stew still isn’t done, though. Your mind starts to wander. Do you remember anything substantial? Where you’re from? Who you are? You know some things, evidently. You know that root vegetables need a layer of earth on them while they’re stored or they go bad. You know how to make a stew, though the quality has yet to be seen. You know what a tree is. Also, you expected your skin to be... skin-like. Fleshy. Not constantly changing colours (Currently a bright teal). But at the same time you’re... oddly okay with the state of your biology. You’re not sure what that means. And where are you? You honestly have no idea. Nothing feels familiar. Nothing remains in the oblivion of your memory. Encouraging thoughts all around.

The stew has finished. Using a piece of the bag to shield your hands from the heat, you pour it all out onto the plate. Your hand instinctively reaches for a spoon, but finds nothing, so in the end, careful use of the knife allows the stew to be directed in your mouth. Nothing in the World could have tasted better. Hunger and thirst disappear. The juices are still running down your chin as you finish. You feel good inside.

The fire is dead now. The blackened ashes give off neither light nor heat, and it’s getting dark outside now, but something catches your eye. In the fire, half buried in the ashes, is a twisted, blackened piece of metal.

The wind seems to be picking up, and without the fire, it’s getting colder, though you can still feel the heat from the stew inside you. It’s quiet.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Fistful of root vegetables: (x2)
Waterskin: Empty.
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black sphere
Bedroll
Plate

[King Zultan]

Use the knife to move the metal out of the fire, and see if its still to hot to touch, then grab it and see what it is.

[Imic]

Use the knife to move the metal out of the fire, and see if its still to hot to touch, then grab it and see what it is.

A little big of digging later, you have in your hands a cold, hard lump of metal with a hole in it, and a wire attatching it to another cold, hard lump of metal with a hole in it, and one side’s been sharpened. A firelighter. Judging from where you found it, it seems to have been thrown into the fire by someone sitting almost exactly wherd you are now. There’s something else, too. A piece of paper. Several. All burned, blackened, and barely recognisable.

The wind is blowing at a steady pace outside.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x2)
Waterskin: Empty.
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black sphere
Bedroll
Plate

[TamerVirus]

Take ball
put in hole

[Imic]

Take ball
put in hole

The Sphere is unfortunately bigger than both holes, and anyway, the wire connetcing the two is in the way. You can balance the firelighters on the Ball using said holes, though. You’re not sure what this might serve to accomplish, but for all you know, it could be the most important discovery you’ve made in your conscious existence.

Your skin has stopped changing colours quite so fast, and over quite so large a spectrum. You are now switching through a spectrum of purples and greens at a slow, steady pace.

The wind blows dutifully on without much change. You’re starting to wonder if it ever gets tired.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x2)
Waterskin: Empty.
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black sphere
Bedroll
Plate

[Superdorf]

This seems as good a place to stay the night as any.

Find somewhere relatively sheltered from the wind, and rest as best we can-- the daylight will make our journey easier.

[Naturegirl1999]

This seems as good a place to stay the night as any.

Find somewhere relatively sheltered from the wind, and rest as best we can-- the daylight will make our journey easier.

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