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Fea returned from some boring errands and decided to see if her question about a Godless fate had yet been answered. Turning on music, she began to thoroughly enjoy Blind Guardian as she gave the customary directions to the being that asked "Address?" and contemplated who she could talk with as she waited. Checking away messages, she noted Encaitare's... and swore. The 'Downs? Down? Again? No...
And then it happen. A "400 nàvïgàtïon ærror." Her breath caught in her throat... But.. she thought... at least it doesn't say forbidden. Swiftly she sent a message by the fastest means to Encaitare. "'Tis not just you, m'dear... it just won't work!" she wrote. Fea hustled to her back-up source of information... Iütürnà. It worked! Bethberry was there... And told her that the 'Downs was indeed not working quite right, and that the time could be put to use drawing more cartoons. Fea grinned appreciatively and decided that the time could be put to better use taking a nap. She sprawled happily and slept, waking up in time to be late to a class. Upon her return... she met a full barrow.
What in the world is happening? Are they weaning us from our habit? Forcing us to go without so that a sudden disappearance will not kill us? What sort of sick prank is this? Do they not realize that some of us have nothing better to do? Surely more important things, but certainly less interesting...
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