Memory 008: GR - King-Haters (TrivNeg)

Game Received: Mira's going to the ball game, Day 383, night
Team Played With: Ao, Lavender, Robin, Maitimo
Memory Form: a small candy apple, 1 use.



Karigan sat immobilized, and it was some moments before she realized
Clatheas had left her to wander among other tables to offer the telling of
fortunes. More people trickled into the inn. A group sat in a tight cluster at
an adjacent table. Among them was a petite, titian-haired woman. When
she spoke, her eyes afire, all others leaned in closer to listen. Karigan
strained to hear, too.

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Memory 009: GR - Seven Chimneys (SigPos)

Game Received: Cutie Velvet's "What is Real?" game, Day 393, Late afternoon
Team Played With: mingle
Memory Form: a ragdoll wearing your team's colors, with a little tag with the words "Are you Real?" Ask the question yourself to view the memory. The memory has up to four uses before the words on the tag fade off completely.



Someone prodded Karigan's ribs.

"Stop it, Estral. I'll go to class tomorrow." She moaned and rolled over
onto her back. The rich scent of loam filled her nostrils and the sun beat on
her face. She blinked her eyes open. Clouds smeared the sky like
fingerprints. This wasn't her dorm room.

Thump, thump. This time on her shoulder.

Karigan blinked again. Soldiers pursued her. Soldiers who would stop at
nothing to possess the message she carried.

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Memory 010: GR - Blood Trail (TrivNeg)

Game Received: Bucky's Heart game, Day 394, night
Team Played With: n/a
Memory Form: spiral-shaped starburst spun sugar



Karigan leaned in a darkened doorway, sucking in painful breaths. One
hand clutched the door frame, the other closed on the wound beneath her
ribs. It was not too deep, but it bled profusely and stung painfully.

Dim light glowed in an adjacent corridor, but she had to drop the
invisibility to preserve any energy she had left. The slash to her side was
not helping matters. She looked down, and in the darkness, discerned an
even darker stain spreading across the front of her shirt. Crimson oozed
between her fingers and pattered on the floor.

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