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		<title>Paladine at 05:49, 30 November 2014</title>
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				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l10&quot; &gt;Line 10:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{Poses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{Poses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Poses=:'''{{#var:622|Simon Petrikov (622)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Those who have been to Simon and Marcy's world before know some of how bad it is. It's dangerous, desolate, and not a place for a little girl to grow up. They may thus understand why Simon is reluctant to come back here without some people to help him out. He is not a fighter. The only tool he has for defending himself or fighting back against monsters is a magic crown that steals away his sanity bit by bit the more he uses it. A Crown that hangs from a cord on Simon's belt. It is a beautiful ornament - made of gold, with three deep-red jewels set in it. Probably worth quite a fortune to the right buyer, even putting aside its magical properties. And yet Simon is back here trying to find a library he had started to assemble ever since losing his fiancee, on the off-chance something in here will jumpstart his memory enough that he can actually hold down a job as some kind of... Science... Guy.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He can't really remember what he used to do before the war. That's the entire problem. He thinks he might have known a lot of things that could make him a professor or something. Those jobs pay well, right? And then he can get a proper home for him and Marceline instead of relying on the hospitality of the Union and the temporary quarters at a quarantine facility.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Those who agreed to help Simon - either because that's what they do, or because they were lured by the promise of 'some science or maybe magic stuff' as payment, would meet up in a specific place on an Earth that lies in ruins following a nuclear apocalypse. There are hills - mostly of dirt - scattered around, with heavily-blighted grass in sparse patches. A river of glowing-green toxic waste cuts through the terrain a few miles away, lightning up the early-evening sky with emerald hues. There's a land of ravines and scorched terrain and deep pits in the ground on the other side of these hills, and it is there that the responders are going.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Because for some reason, that's where Simon's library is. Maybe it didn't look like this when he built it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The man himself is in a clean, though worn suit, with an undone red bow tie. He has pale-blue skin, white hair down to his shoulders, and a trimmed white beard. In his jacket's breast pocket, there are some pens and pencils, and a pink blob-like thing called a 'science parasite', not that anyone here, Simon included would know that. It's so motionless it could pass for a strange little toy of some kind.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Simon is just performing a final check on his backpack, though pausing to look around occasionally, white eyes searching for any sign of danger. He doesn't want to be back here. He was finally starting to feel like being back among normal people again wasn't just a dream, and that he was finally free of this place. Now he's back, and he can't tell if he feels this is a nightmare, or more real than the safety he was experiencing only a few hours before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A distant howl carries on the wind, causing Simon to jerk in that direction, his sharp teeth showing slightly as he takes in a few deep breaths to calm himself. &amp;quot;Keep it together, Simon,&amp;quot; he mutters to himself. &amp;quot;Get this done, and you won't have to come back here.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He hopes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Poses=&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/333/b/4/b40a3b9bae21b84759add065ec3907d0-d883xfl.png&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:622|Simon Petrikov (622)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Those who have been to Simon and Marcy's world before know some of how bad it is. It's dangerous, desolate, and not a place for a little girl to grow up. They may thus understand why Simon is reluctant to come back here without some people to help him out. He is not a fighter. The only tool he has for defending himself or fighting back against monsters is a magic crown that steals away his sanity bit by bit the more he uses it. A Crown that hangs from a cord on Simon's belt. It is a beautiful ornament - made of gold, with three deep-red jewels set in it. Probably worth quite a fortune to the right buyer, even putting aside its magical properties. And yet Simon is back here trying to find a library he had started to assemble ever since losing his fiancee, on the off-chance something in here will jumpstart his memory enough that he can actually hold down a job as some kind of... Science... Guy.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He can't really remember what he used to do before the war. That's the entire problem. He thinks he might have known a lot of things that could make him a professor or something. Those jobs pay well, right? And then he can get a proper home for him and Marceline instead of relying on the hospitality of the Union and the temporary quarters at a quarantine facility.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Those who agreed to help Simon - either because that's what they do, or because they were lured by the promise of 'some science or maybe magic stuff' as payment, would meet up in a specific place on an Earth that lies in ruins following a nuclear apocalypse. There are hills - mostly of dirt - scattered around, with heavily-blighted grass in sparse patches. A river of glowing-green toxic waste cuts through the terrain a few miles away, lightning up the early-evening sky with emerald hues. There's a land of ravines and scorched terrain and deep pits in the ground on the other side of these hills, and it is there that the responders are going.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Because for some reason, that's where Simon's library is. Maybe it didn't look like this when he built it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;The man himself is in a clean, though worn suit, with an undone red bow tie. He has pale-blue skin, white hair down to his shoulders, and a trimmed white beard. In his jacket's breast pocket, there are some pens and pencils, and a pink blob-like thing called a 'science parasite', not that anyone here, Simon included would know that. It's so motionless it could pass for a strange little toy of some kind.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Simon is just performing a final check on his backpack, though pausing to look around occasionally, white eyes searching for any sign of danger. He doesn't want to be back here. He was finally starting to feel like being back among normal people again wasn't just a dream, and that he was finally free of this place. Now he's back, and he can't tell if he feels this is a nightmare, or more real than the safety he was experiencing only a few hours before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A distant howl carries on the wind, causing Simon to jerk in that direction, his sharp teeth showing slightly as he takes in a few deep breaths to calm himself. &amp;quot;Keep it together, Simon,&amp;quot; he mutters to himself. &amp;quot;Get this done, and you won't have to come back here.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;He hopes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:635|Quentyn Westwind (635)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Quentyn was browsing the Dolet quest extended listings when he came across one peculiar entry... second hand info and from a third party, payment in info and maybe oddities rather than money. But! Out in the multiverse--Can't pass that up.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;---&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;So it is that Quentyn arrives at the place listed in the coordinates. The cautions on the listing and then the actual surroundings when he gets there mean Quentyn has his magitek rifle out when he arrives. It's almost comically huge, perhaps longer than he is tall (but not if anyone checks). He keeps low as he moves and tries to stay out of the open, as much as that might be possible.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When the white mage sees the figure of Simon standing around, he hesitates just a second and then calls out cautiously, &amp;quot;Um. Hello? Are you the client?&amp;quot; Quentyn won't approach until Simon confirms his identity... better safe than not!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:635|Quentyn Westwind (635)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Quentyn was browsing the Dolet quest extended listings when he came across one peculiar entry... second hand info and from a third party, payment in info and maybe oddities rather than money. But! Out in the multiverse--Can't pass that up.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;---&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;So it is that Quentyn arrives at the place listed in the coordinates. The cautions on the listing and then the actual surroundings when he gets there mean Quentyn has his magitek rifle out when he arrives. It's almost comically huge, perhaps longer than he is tall (but not if anyone checks). He keeps low as he moves and tries to stay out of the open, as much as that might be possible.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When the white mage sees the figure of Simon standing around, he hesitates just a second and then calls out cautiously, &amp;quot;Um. Hello? Are you the client?&amp;quot; Quentyn won't approach until Simon confirms his identity... better safe than not!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Paladine</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>Paladine at 05:42, 30 November 2014</title>
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				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;← Older revision&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 05:42, 30 November 2014&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ryu's hollaring dies down as it seems these dark creatures are not in the slightest bit the kind he's used to, and are instead incredibly persistent and hungry dark entities with no sensation of pain or fear. Instead of, well, ordinary animal-like monsters. &amp;quot;I was not expecting these things!&amp;quot; he shouts, in a bit of a panic thanks to how difficult they are to actually put down permanently.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He backs up into the library with everyone else, firing around the doorframe for a few more seconds. Once inside, he holsters his weapon and immediately works on trying to a shelf or two over with the others, but he's interrupted by something from above.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And he draws his sword, but too late, before it drops at him and the rest...!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;What...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Ryu's hollaring dies down as it seems these dark creatures are not in the slightest bit the kind he's used to, and are instead incredibly persistent and hungry dark entities with no sensation of pain or fear. Instead of, well, ordinary animal-like monsters. &amp;quot;I was not expecting these things!&amp;quot; he shouts, in a bit of a panic thanks to how difficult they are to actually put down permanently.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He backs up into the library with everyone else, firing around the doorframe for a few more seconds. Once inside, he holsters his weapon and immediately works on trying to a shelf or two over with the others, but he's interrupted by something from above.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And he draws his sword, but too late, before it drops at him and the rest...!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;What...!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;:'''{{#var:622|Simon Petrikov (622)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;TO BE CONTINUED.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Paladine</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>Paladine: Created page with &quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/11/29 |Location=Mushroom War Earth &lt;MWE&gt; |Synopsis=Simon's memory is fuzzy, and the books in his library might help restore enough of it so th...&quot;</title>
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		<author><name>Paladine</name></author>	</entry>

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