Thirteen-year-old Winter takes the fist like a real champ, but the goopy phone is not quite so sturdy. Fiona slashes just as Eddy's getting his question out, (ROLLED 9) and chops the phone neatly in two.
It hisses and squeals, sublimating into a quickly disappearing fog. And as the last of the gray goes, the Carmichaels spring back to life, moving as though they hadn't been disturbed at all.
"Well, honey. It's uh—" Steve Carmichael stammers, then falters and drops his cereal bowl. Cornflakes and sugary milk splatter across the floor. "Augh, damn." He fetches the dish towel from its place draped over the kitchen faucet and tosses it on the mess. "Grab some paper towels, would you?"
"Can't we just...magic that up?" Winter asks.
"Oh," her father pauses, withdraws his wand from his back pocket. "Yeah we can!"
As he gingerly steps over the splattered cereal to vanish it up, the oven door falls open behind him. Within is a portal back to Peckenpaugh's auditorium.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Muck defeated. Linchpin located. You may continue to thread here or move back to Peckenpaugh through the portal.]
MEMORY: New Kitchen
It hisses and squeals, sublimating into a quickly disappearing fog. And as the last of the gray goes, the Carmichaels spring back to life, moving as though they hadn't been disturbed at all.
"Well, honey. It's uh—" Steve Carmichael stammers, then falters and drops his cereal bowl. Cornflakes and sugary milk splatter across the floor. "Augh, damn." He fetches the dish towel from its place draped over the kitchen faucet and tosses it on the mess. "Grab some paper towels, would you?"
"Can't we just...magic that up?" Winter asks.
"Oh," her father pauses, withdraws his wand from his back pocket. "Yeah we can!"
As he gingerly steps over the splattered cereal to vanish it up, the oven door falls open behind him. Within is a portal back to Peckenpaugh's auditorium.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Muck defeated. Linchpin located. You may continue to thread here or move back to Peckenpaugh through the portal.]