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[sixthear]

The whole body switching fiasco thankfully didn't last too long. Though, Liu'er made himself scarce for a couple of days...

But soon enough, he's back to his relatively cheery self. As if nothing happened. As if he didn't see anything.

The young monkey catches Macaque, as always, when he knows the older isn't actually doing anything besides waiting for the tea to steep. Knocks on the balcony door out of courtesy before letting himself in.

"Hey! Hey, gēge— I wanna ask you something," Liu'er chirps, perching himself on the kitchen counter. "Were your Shihou's eyes always that golden color?" It's a detail he can't help but dwell on. Liu'er waves a hand over himself, and briefly there's a little golden-furred monkey with blue eyes. A blink, and Liu'er is back to normal. "Xiao Shihou's used to be blue!"

Maybe he also wanted to show off the return of more of his magic, too. He can hit two birds with one stone!

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[sunsage]

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He's picking idly at the stone crust on the edge of his fingers. It's not helping much - the stone regrows just as fast as he picks it off - and the only result he gets is a pile of stone dust in his lap. But given how dirty he already is, it's not much of a change.

Some of the smaller monkeys tried to clean him earlier, but with the sand being too fine they only managed to get a little of it off. And then one of them jumped down on his knee and screeched in alarm at the hard texture of, well, him, so Macaque escorted all of them out of the room and told them to go play somewhere else. It was a little harsh, but Wukong couldn't really say anything about it (not right now at least). It's not like he can entertain the little ones well in this state anyway and he didn't want them to worry any more than they needed to (which is not at all). He will just have to make it up to them later.

If there is a 'later' for him, that is.

So it's just him and Macaque in here now. Him, slowly dying, and Macaque, who looks like he's about to do the same. Again, his brain unhelpfully provides. Wukong doesn't regret asking the other to stay ("Someone should stay behind to call off the search party if you guys are too slow", is what he said. In hindsight, the joke was terrible), even if he still wishes he didn't need to. If there is one person he doesn't feel too bad dying in front of, it's Macaque. He probably deserves to see it, after, you know. Everything.

That is also a terrible joke.

"It's going to be alright, you know that." Wukong breaks up the silence, softly but with the edge of his usual confidence hiding in there. Doesn't add "I will be alright" or "they'll get here in time" or "the cure will work and I will not die.". Doesn't want to say anything he doesn't one hundred percent believe.

[ringlorn]

So there he was, back to square one: get a house, grab the keys, move in. It's not home but it's better than sleeping on the streets and anyways—he and his roommates didn't bother each other last time, so they might as well leave each other alone now.

There's something funny about #106 in Fibonacci, though. Only two stories—feels more like a single-family home than the condo he'd been assigned back in Archimedes—and a shared space for everyone on the first floor. He can't avoid half the house like he did in his last place, and are those hairs he sees on the entry rug? Who in the ever-loving Three Realms—

Oh.

"Oh, come on."

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[sunluzhen]

Oh, hey! It looks like Xiaotian wasn't the only one exploring the rooftops at this hour. In fact, that's a very familiar silhouette, isn't it?

He doesn't bother being quiet about his approach, like it'd matter to the Six-Eared Macaque anyways. He ignores the sound of his claws scraping and worn shoes squeaking as he leaps from one rooftop, onto the ledge of the one the older monkey was brooding (or whatever it was he's doing) on. There's a loud clang when he accidentally kicks off part of the gutter in his excitement. Oops. Yeah, he's going to ignore that too.

"Macaque!" He chirps, waving a hand in the air enthusiastically as he runs over to greet him. "Hey, uh, what's up? It's me! Monkey Kid!

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[indomitableblackdragon]

"So hey you remember that time we considered putting a cookie in the middle of the city. You know, to see if anyone was willing to just take it? Or hell, get into a fight over it. Well guess what..."

Normally most people would've forgotten such a conversation. The idea of anyone actually trying to get into a fight each other over a pastry seemed like too much of an assumption on the BB's part. But NJ was not "most people", for better or for worse. And she needed to put that theory to the test.

"Well tada! Got some home baked Jersey goodness with us today! And we're about to see how many people swoon over little cookies like these."

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[occultacarne]

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It's been a little minute since Sun last visited Monkey King, but it looks like he's not even home. He walks down the hallway with a couple of monkeys hanging off of him like he's some sort of jungle gym, and one smaller one being carried in his arms.

His steps slows to a stop and there's a light grimace, "What are you doing here?" Come to think of it....when was the last time he's actually seen Macaque? "If you're here to see Monkey King then you're wasting your time. He's not here."

[gunsmokeheart-a]

The portal opening back to Spirale concerns Zazie. While it would definitely be nice to see Knives again, Zazie would much rather be home. After some deliberation, though, they decide to bring a little bit of home back to Spirale. You know, just in case they get suddenly taken back to Spirale again.

A little bit of home is actually quite large, because it's in the form of a grand worm, flying briefly through the air before tunneling into the beach, lurking just below the surface.

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[salfxsher]

@sageshadowed A Novel Idea (But something's gone wrong)

[🎸]--This is one of those attractions that Sal wanted to attend by himself. At least at first. Just to give it a test run. The idea of someone having omnipotent information about his life from another dimension was kind of creepy.

However, he couldn't help but be morbidly curious about the whole idea too. So he made his way over to the Great Library of Xalphina .

Slowly pushing the door open, he peeked inside the building. All seemed quiet, and it smelled musty like most libraries did. He quietly found the reading area and sat himself down near the front in one of the many bean bag chairs.

After a few minutes some other people joined; seating themselves while only giving Sal a glance or two.