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title: 00050
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created: Sat, 31 Dec 2022 10:33:06 -0700
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updated: Sat, 31 Dec 2022 10:33:07 -0700
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syndicated: yes
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public: yes
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### 00050 {#00050}
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> Meta: I look forward to reading the A.I.'s play once it's written,
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> we should go back and write the sequence of events for this segment
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> from their perspective in play form at some point.
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>
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> Alex gingerly takes the note from the owl and reads it quickly. "I
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> guess my S.T.A.G. got to Inky after all." Eyeing the tower and
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> cutting up the windows, it looks like maybe I'd get a shot in from
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> the zip line. But it's iffy.
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> Alex grabs the wheel and guides the balloonship slowly up a few
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> levels. From that vantage point it should only be 3-4 levels
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> between the ship and I.
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> After getting the ship in place he grabs a zip line canon and
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> launches it at one of the windows on the 7th floor, sinking the
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> anchor firmly beneath the window.
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> Now to signal Inky... Alex rummages around the ship, finding both a
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> signal flare gun and flares in the cargo hold, at least the pirates
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> were prepared for the worst. Taking aim away from the Balloon
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> Sails, Alex fires the flare up into the air creating a dazingly and
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> bright signal in the sky.
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You fire the zipline and the hemogoblin cheers adorably. The spear
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pierces the stone right beneath the 7th floor window, and the hooks
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extend and foam, cementing the line in place.
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In a locker on the side of the ship you find a few signal flares. You
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point them away from the balloons and fire into the sky. The flares
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explode brilliantly and hang dazzling in the sky before slowly
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drifting downward.
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A pair of zephynos swim over, attracted by the brilliant sparkling
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lights. They excitedly bat at the air with their hands and turn
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somersaults. They pull at some clouds and squeeze them into dozens of
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abstract forms inspired by the bursts. They toss them back and forth
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playfully and soon the boulders are drifting around listlessly
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overhead.
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Below, almost all of the Cyberplasms have noticed by now that their
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ship has been stolen. Several crowd into the hole in the wall and
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shout and shake their fists at you.
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You hear a low chirrup behind you and turn to see the hemogoblin
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standing in the middle of the deck. Somehow in all the commotion it
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has managed to get its tiny little hands on the ruby-hilted dagger.
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It grips the hilt tightly in both hands and gazes in wide-eyed wonder
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at the gem, utterly captivated, back turned to the fireworks. The
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hemogoblin and the blade are absolutely dripping with rivers of
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blood. A decent sized pool has already formed at its feet.
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00257.html)
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