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Whew. Too much excitement! You are looking forward to a little bit of soothing screentime after such a hectic day--or, rather, part of an hour--looking at objects, talking to friends, poking into tiles, breaking your furniture, getting drunk, getting small, killing, reviving, watching your beloved pet die, reviving some more, and then getting big again.

You flop yourself back-first against the wall, with your snakes sitting by you.

Your first stop is to message Calliope, of course, but as soon as you open Pesterchum, you see that a few pals slash vague acquaintances have been trying to get a hold of you. You resolve to get through the backlog and come to your Callie convo with a clear mind.

Whose messages would you like to reply to?

(Yes! YES!! Your waitness attribute now comfortably nestles itself somewhere in the statistical range where 'nutso' meets 'bananas'. After so much waiting and waitnessing, you are now ready to waitness--err, WITNESS--these fascinating conversations. You read through them carefully, pouring over every careful word. What is being insinuated here? Does Damara have life outside of being a bunch of weird hentai jokes and the altself of an enslaved girl from a green room? Is something being insinuated about Porrim's sexual orientation and frustrated romantic desires? Could Kankri's weighty life decisions have serious consequences for reality as a whole? These questions and more are but a brief intermezzo sandwiched between tantalizing setup and delicious fulfillment.)

>Okay, I've waded through all that nonsense. Shall we message Calliope, Crocker-chan?