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"CLAUDIA!" you say urgently. "ARE YOU NUDE?!"
She was half-awake already in the bed, but this gets her eyes to widen. "I-it's okay," Gil clarifies, from the other room. "I-if you are. I mean. Um. Don't show us. Um. I-i-it's— you just had to reconstitute. I-i-i-if you want clothes back on—"
"Gilbert!" You lean and glare. "'If'?"
"...Um, to get clothes back on, you have to think about i-it really vividly. I-I-It helps if you know the outfit, but... I guess..." Claudia has acquired a wicked gleam in her eye. "...Please don't go too crazy? Yell if you have questions?"
"Say something when you're done!" you add.
She doesn't do that. Two minutes later, you hear a splat, and rush in to discover Claudia puddled on the floor. You take the liberty of scooping her up ("Hey!") and carrying her over to Gil, who scoots over to make room. You wipe your hands off after.
Claudia, dazed and... clothed (what is she wearing?!), peers up at you. "Did I die?"
"No," you say.
"Are you sure? Because we were in there, and there was a... a fucking fireball, or something, and I'm pretty sure I died. I got fucking disintegrated. I remember disintegrating."
"Well, you did. And then you got stuck back together, I guess." You pause. "Sorry."
"Oh." She looks down at herself weakly. "That's kinda metal. Did we win? If we went to all that trouble just to—"
"Trophy and everything," Gil confirms.
"Mega! Is it just a trophy? It better light up and do a little WYRM-damned dance, is what I think."
Does she want to look at it with you and Gil? Claudia looks at you like you're stupid. That's how you wind up in Gil's manse, which is, er, significantly more landscaped than when you saw it last. "I didn't know you knew how to garden," you say.
"Um, I-I-I didn't either. I still don't? I just envision... what I-I'd like to..." Gil's voice is faltering. "...eat... moving on!"
He has a proper house built out too, not just a workshop, though it doesn't look very lived-in. (You guess you don't know what he'd need it for, really.) You do catch a glimpse of a rumpled bedroom, which— is that a framed picture of a beetle on the wall? It looks just like the one in his tent. At least the windows let plenty of light in. Claudia is sticking her head out one: "Is that a treehouse?"
"No," Gil says limply, but you, too, have spotted the treehouse. It doesn't appear to have a ladder. Can you go there? Gil could ignore Claudia, but he can't ignore you, so he tells you to turn around. There's a rope bridge out the window when you look back.
"Seriously, how do you do that?" You pick your way over the bridge's rickety-looking boards. "Make stuff appear? It's just here, right? Unless you were holding out on making a bridge across that ravine..."
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"CLAUDIA!" you say urgently. "ARE YOU NUDE?!"
She was half-awake already in the bed, but this gets her eyes to widen. "I-it's okay," Gil clarifies, from the other room. "I-if you are. I mean. Um. Don't show us. Um. I-i-it's— you just had to reconstitute. I-i-i-if you want clothes back on—"
"Gilbert!" You lean and glare. "'If'?"
"...Um, to get clothes back on, you have to think about i-it really vividly. I-I-It helps if you know the outfit, but... I guess..." Claudia has acquired a wicked gleam in her eye. "...Please don't go too crazy? Yell if you have questions?"
"Say something when you're done!" you add.
She doesn't do that. Two minutes later, you hear a splat, and rush in to discover Claudia puddled on the floor. You take the liberty of scooping her up ("Hey!") and carrying her over to Gil, who scoots over to make room. You wipe your hands off after.
Claudia, dazed and... clothed (what is she wearing?!), peers up at you. "Did I die?"
"No," you say.
"Are you sure? Because we were in there, and there was a... a fucking fireball, or something, and I'm pretty sure I died. I got fucking disintegrated. I remember disintegrating."
"Well, you did. And then you got stuck back together, I guess." You pause. "Sorry."
"Oh." She looks down at herself weakly. "That's kinda metal. Did we win? If we went to all that trouble just to—"
"Trophy and everything," Gil confirms.
"Mega! Is it just a trophy? It better light up and do a little WYRM-damned dance, is what I think."
Does she want to look at it with you and Gil? Claudia looks at you like you're stupid. That's how you wind up in Gil's manse, which is, er, significantly more landscaped than when you saw it last. "I didn't know you knew how to garden," you say.
"Um, I-I-I didn't either. I still don't? I just envision... what I-I'd like to..." Gil's voice is faltering. "...eat... moving on!"
He has a proper house built out too, not just a workshop, though it doesn't look very lived-in. (You guess you don't know what he'd need it for, really.) You do catch a glimpse of a rumpled bedroom, which— is that a framed picture of a beetle on the wall? It looks just like the one in his tent. At least the windows let plenty of light in. Claudia is sticking her head out one: "Is that a treehouse?"
"No," Gil says limply, but you, too, have spotted the treehouse. It doesn't appear to have a ladder. Can you go there? Gil could ignore Claudia, but he can't ignore you, so he tells you to turn around. There's a rope bridge out the window when you look back.
"Seriously, how do you do that?" You pick your way over the bridge's rickety-looking boards. "Make stuff appear? It's just here, right? Unless you were holding out on making a bridge across that ravine..."
(3/7?)
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