[MODERATED] [CRITERIA: suffer through an RNG game until you find the linchpin]
This is Mothgarden's atrium, a Victorian-style solarium garden, glass walls reinforced by white painted metal and everything touched with springy pink and green accents. Though outside a light snow falls, it's warm in here, and every plant is lush and blooming. Overhead, magical moths and butterflies flutter, watching students mill about. It's all very lovely, one of the best places on campus in Mr. Berzelius's estimation. He wouldn't voice that fact out loud.
Today, there are two long tables of food flanking the front doors to Mothgarden's common room. And in the center of the main patio where potted plants usually sit, the space has been cleared to make room for a massive bubbling cauldron of cheese. It's the fondue party from February of this year, and just as before, the offerings are impressive, enticing, and presented in a very aesthetically pleasing sort of way.
Mr. Berzelius steps away from the mocktail bar when he sees the foggy figure of someone approaching from outside. The front glass doors part, and there she is, the love of his life. Oh, he has to do something to ruin her day.
"Hey watch this!" Berzelius shouts, and then he trips on a gap between mosaic tiles, stumbles forward and drops his eye in the pot.
Ms. Altizer stares at him. He stares down at the pot, watches his magic eye disappear in the hot cheese.
MEMORY: The Big Cheese
[CRITERIA: suffer through an RNG game until you find the linchpin]
This is Mothgarden's atrium, a Victorian-style solarium garden, glass walls reinforced by white painted metal and everything touched with springy pink and green accents. Though outside a light snow falls, it's warm in here, and every plant is lush and blooming. Overhead, magical moths and butterflies flutter, watching students mill about. It's all very lovely, one of the best places on campus in Mr. Berzelius's estimation. He wouldn't voice that fact out loud.
Today, there are two long tables of food flanking the front doors to Mothgarden's common room. And in the center of the main patio where potted plants usually sit, the space has been cleared to make room for a massive bubbling cauldron of cheese. It's the fondue party from February of this year, and just as before, the offerings are impressive, enticing, and presented in a very aesthetically pleasing sort of way.
Mr. Berzelius steps away from the mocktail bar when he sees the foggy figure of someone approaching from outside. The front glass doors part, and there she is, the love of his life. Oh, he has to do something to ruin her day.
"Hey watch this!" Berzelius shouts, and then he trips on a gap between mosaic tiles, stumbles forward and drops his eye in the pot.
Ms. Altizer stares at him. He stares down at the pot, watches his magic eye disappear in the hot cheese.
Everything freezes.