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You throw in an extra squeal of your own anyway.
wwitchcraft
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You’ve already got the pig thing covered, though.
> Jade: Squeal like a pig and feed your plants. They’re not going to water themselves!
Great idea! Your extensive collection of BOTH LOCAL AND EXOTIC FLORA is your pride and joy, and even though some of your plants are already pretty ferocious in their own right, they still need all the help they can get to grow up big(ger) and strong(er)!
> Jade: Confirm realness of self.
Yeah, you’re pretty sure this one is the real you. It just feels real, you know?
In any case, your name is still JADE HARLEY. You have, as has already been made profoundly clear, a bit of a narcoleptic streak and a general tendency to SPACE OUT. You are quick to blame it on a healthy IMAGINATION, though, which you think really isn’t much of a problem at all. You also have a talent for various forms of MAGIC, with a particular fondness for HERBOLOGY, POTIONMAKING, and ASTROLOGICAL DIVINATION. Magic is just so cool!
You currently live deep in the forest in a house of your own design, where you are free to practise your magics in privacy, lending your aid to any travellers in need who are willing to seek you out. You have made a reputation for yourself over the years as a bit of a WITCH, but at least you are a nice one!
What will you do?
> Jade: Squeal like a pig and feed your plants. They’re not going to water themselves!
> Jade: Wake.
Oh.
> Er, try again?
Your name is JADE HARLEY. Currently you are doing some cloud watching above the golden spires of your home planet, Prospit, which would explain why you were so confused for a moment there! You see all kinds of bizarre things in the clouds; it is enough to mess with anyone’s head. Anyway, now that you are more or less certain of your identity as a flying pajama girl in the sky, you figure you may as well start…
Oh for crying out loud what is it this time.
> DO SOME WWITCHCRAFT FOR GOD’S SAKE
You misspelled witchcraft, but yeah, okay!
Your name is JADE HARLEY. You have just woken from a restful nap, and as usual, you have no recollection of having fallen asleep. You have quite a number of INTERESTS. So many in fact, you have trouble keeping track of them all, even with an assortment of COLORFUL REMINDERS on your fingers to…
Wait.
No.
That’s not right.
CHAPTER TWO: it ends with a kidnapping
> John, Dave: Embark.
