September, circa 1908

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eventually this block will be back from the dead. for now mun is sciencing and/or alchemicalizing, observers report.

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eventually. also. mun is now officially in college for sciencing.

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eventually this block will be back from the dead. for now mun is sciencing and/or alchemicalizing, observers report.

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“Glad to see you’re faring better in the summer heat than you did when we met last winter.”

“You too, I think the extended darkness was getting to us both. That or the cold. Probably both.” He fiddled with his waistcoat, unintentionally making it more obvious that he wasn’t great with conversations.

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“Hey.” Willow playfully nudged his shoulder. “Rude. Things don’t burn well down there anyway.”

She had to take extra care not to trip as they crossed into the new biome. It was far too easy to trip in her heels with all the sand. What an awful place. Willow took the goggles and stashed them in her pockets for now. “Bluh, I hate these things. Not stylish at all, but I guess they’re better than an eyeful of sand.”

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Wilson’s hair began to fall in his face with the desert wind, so pushed his hair back and fastened on his own goggles. “If anything is going to mess up my hair today, this is it.”

He walked slow to make sure Willow kept up; he’d grown comfortable with walking on odd surfaces from all of the mud in the caves. “Do you need a walking cane? It might help with the sand, this stuff is awfully hard to walk on.”

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“Glad to see you’re faring better in the summer heat than you did when we met last winter.”

“You too, I think the extended darkness was getting to us both. That or the cold. Probably both.” He fiddled with his waistcoat, unintentionally making it more obvious that he wasn’t great with conversations.

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“Either way, always remember how I saved your butt back then.” In probably the worst winter since she arrived on the Constant.

Still, she almost preferred that numbing chill to the merciless son beating down on them. There were far fewer ways to keep cool, at least, fewer that didn’t leave her soaked. No, she wasn’t tying a block of ice to her head!

At least food was easier to come across.

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He kept silent but gave her a sideways glance; she was right but he hated admitted how poorly he’d adapted at first. Embarrassed, more so.

The only reason he preferred the summers is because he was able to remain underground in moderate temperatures all season. Plenty of room for science, but he did have some guilt with leaving her with the Antlion, so he occasionally stumbled to the surface.

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Willow stuck her tongue out at him when he looked at her.

“You’ll have to show me that camp you’ve got set up in the caves sometime. It’s only fair now that I’ve taken you to the shanty.” They were off to go give the monster trinkets now. Willow’s backpack clattered with all the carved pieces of wood and ceramics shoved inside, including a bucket and shovel she’d labeled as a ‘buncha junk’, but hey, the creatures of the Constant didn’t seem to think of it as such.

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“Sure, it’s not on fire, but it’s somewhat developed,” he said with some sarcasm in his voice, getting slightly wide-eyed at the suggestion. 

He fidgeted clumsily with some of the marbles he’d found after a close encounter with clockworks and pushed them in his pocket. After making sure his other trinkets were somewhat secure, he handed her a pair of desert goggles.

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“Glad to see you’re faring better in the summer heat than you did when we met last winter.”

“You too, I think the extended darkness was getting to us both. That or the cold. Probably both.” He fiddled with his waistcoat, unintentionally making it more obvious that he wasn’t great with conversations.

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“Either way, always remember how I saved your butt back then.” In probably the worst winter since she arrived on the Constant.

Still, she almost preferred that numbing chill to the merciless son beating down on them. There were far fewer ways to keep cool, at least, fewer that didn’t leave her soaked. No, she wasn’t tying a block of ice to her head!

At least food was easier to come across.

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He kept silent but gave her a sideways glance; she was right but he hated admitted how poorly he’d adapted at first. Embarrassed, more so.

The only reason he preferred the summers is because he was able to remain underground in moderate temperatures all season. Plenty of room for science, but he did have some guilt with leaving her with the Antlion, so he occasionally stumbled to the surface.

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“Glad to see you’re faring better in the summer heat than you did when we met last winter.”

“You too, I think the extended darkness was getting to us both. That or the cold. Probably both.” He fiddled with his waistcoat, unintentionally making it more obvious that he wasn’t great with conversations.

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