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You wake back in the Land of Salts and Sonance without your usual cheer. Two burdens lay now on your shoulders. Your awakening on Prospit instilled in you all the knowledge due you in your role as a Seer. You see – in a sense beyond your mere physical eyes – the constructs of the game, and the infinite worlds beside you just out of reach. It is a terrible burden you’ve been dealt, to see every doomed timeline and know where and why they went wrong. If you so choose, you might be able to contact all those doomed Tiffanies and Gregs and Elizabeths and Steves, but you would never be able to save them.
More importantly, though, your mom wasn’t there to wake you up.
You only caught the door of your room closing when you sat up in your bed in your tower on Prospit. After you got your bearings, you flew around a bit. The other two Prospit dreamers’ rooms weren’t far away, so you wandered over. Liz was already gone from hers, but Steve was there. You didn’t want to intrude on his reunion with his mom, though; Liz had said that he was worried about her. The figure wandering the streets looked like Greg’s dad, so you’re pretty sure he’s okay.
But your mom wasn’t there.
You head back into your house and up to your computer. Hopefully one of your friends knows something.
-- equineEngineer [EE] began badgering siliconSwashbuckler [SS] –
EE: steve? SS: Tiffany! You made it! SS: I am so glad to hear from you. EE: im glad youre okay too! :) SS: Are you ready to get started? EE: not yet EE: i saw you on prospit SS: Oh, your dreamself is there too? SS: That’s cool! EE: im glad your mom is okay SS: Me too. SS: I was sure that I had lost her back there. SS: But apparently some weird guy saved all our parents so they could wake us up. EE: my mom too EE: ? SS: Yeah. Didn’t she wake you? EE: no EE: i didnt see who it was but i think it was gregs dad SS: Eeek. SS: He scares me. EE: me too X( SS: My mom said all our parents made it. EE: phew SS: I guess we should get started. I know I’m not your server, but I can still give you some advice. EE: thanks steve! SS: No problem. Did Liz deploy all the machines for you? EE: yea EE: and i got a bunch of grist when i saved that mole SS: You have moles on your planet? SS: Man, everybody has great consorts except me. EE: oh steve ;) SS: Go ahead and try some alchemy.
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You know that if you concentrated, you could see all the other yous’ alchemy attempts, and you could see which ones work and which ones wouldn’t. Instead, you shake your head and clear your thoughts. It’ll be more fun if you don’t know what’s coming.
Obviously to start you’re going to need adventuring clothing.
Lab Gloves && Horseback Attire = CHEMIST’S CHAPS
The pair of riding pants you created are made of a material you don’t recognize – it’s elastic without tearing, and it has enough friction to keep you from sliding off the saddle. On the waistband are warning labels informing you that the pants are shielded from alpha, beta, and gamma radiation, insulated against heat and electricity, and resist corrosion. Gleefully you slip them on.
Lab Gloves || Horse Calendar = LUSTRIOUS LAB COAT
Your new coat is made of horse hair; it’s silky smooth, like snuggling up to Marie and wrapping her around yourself. The same warning labels cover the inside of the coat, rather than marring the gorgeous exterior.
Okay, these clothes are practical, but you need something with more pizzazz.
Chemistry Set && Homecoming Dress = ELEMENTAL EVENINGWEAR
The ball gown is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. It shimmers a brilliant orange, as though it’s made entirely of sequins. On the shoulder is stitched a small square with the letter H in it. You tap it a few more times. As you scroll through the elements, the dress changes color to match the flame produced when burning that element. You stop at Barium, leaving the dress a muted green. At some point you have to find the time to wear this and strut your stuff. The neckline is just low enough to drive Greg crazy.
Steedsprite nuzzles up to you and snorts. In the distance you can see a herd frightened about something. That’s right; if you’re going to keep dealing with imps, you should probably make something to defend yourself.
Riding Crop && Mortar / Pestle = CROP DUSTER
Your crop is now a hard white ceramic. As you swing it, little flakes sprinkle off it.
Blech. You need something way better than that.
Crop Duster || Chemistry Set = TOXIC TRUNCHEON
Now your crop looks normal – aside from glowing a bright green. You draw a pair of matching gloves from your new coat and pick it up. When you swing it, you accidentally hit the lamp over your bed. Within seconds it dissolves into a puddle of goo.
Yeesh. You should leave this in your Strife Specibus.
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EE: im back! SS: Did you make anything cool? EE: i made a bunch of new clothes! EE: and the hottest dress! :O SS: Oh man. I hope I get to see it. EE: maybe! EE: oh! gregs back! EE: im going to go see if he needs my server stuff SS: Oh, okay. SS: Be careful, Tiffany. EE: you too steve!
-- equineEngineer [EE] ceased badgering siliconSwashbuckler [SS] --