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004 [voice/video/action]

[Voice]

...Vacations are funny, aren't they? If they last long enough, they can start to get kinda boring.

[The commentary filtered through the pages of the journal system around midday, as if it was just a part of a conversation between two individuals instead of a public address. Cliff's tone was as relaxed and casual as always, for those who knew him. There was a faint hum in the otherwise quiet background.]

I mean, the downtime is nice, but I'm kinda tired of it-- which should answer any questions about 'why' and what not, so don't bother askin'.

The name's Cliff Fittir, if any of you here don't know, and I figured I'd offer my services. If any of you want a sparring partner, trainer, teacher or whatever, I'm available. Just say something if you're interested.

And if you're not...then could ya tell me what this cool thing is?

[He flipped the video on at this point, revealing a small circular device methodically rolling across the carpet.]

I've got an idea already, which brings me to Question Two: Is there a way to get good tech supplies without needing to go outside?

[He ends the feed at that, but will be prompt with replies.]

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[Cliff set off about town, looking for the aforementioned tech supplies so he could properly play with his new toy, though he would be keeping his eyes and ears alert for any of his friends and students to check up on. After a several week absence followed by a Shift that had made him appear as a young woman, there hadn't been much chance to see his people without having to answer more questions than he wanted. Furthermore, there were people that he met during that Shift that he wanted to clear things up with, one way or another.

However, he had plans for that evening...]

[Action: Private for Fayt Leingod]

Yo. You better have some free time tonight.

[He had questions...but, more importantly, he had plans for both of them.]

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[Cliff grinned, already pleased with his idea.]

That's great. You better be thirsty, man, 'cause we're going out!

So you finally figured out what you wanted to do, huh? [He returns that grin, putting down his notebook and standing, stretching lazily as he does.]

We getting coffee?

[The grin just grew brighter, and there was a gleam in his eye that hinted that the bodyguard really was as much of a bad boy as he appeared.]

Coffee? C'mon. We're after something a little better than that today.

Better....? [A better drink--

Oh.]

We're going to the bar?

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Bingo.

[Cliff winked conspiratorially at Fayt and motioned for him to follow.]

I figure you've gotten over being a square by now and, after everything you've done? No one's gonna care if you wanna throw back a couple on a cold night like this.

Hey, I wasn't that bad. [Though if Cliff guessed Fayt hadn't drank before, he'd be right. No way was he going to risk his place on the basketball team over under-aged drinking, back at school. He shakes his head and follows after Cliff. Now though? Alright, he'd admit he was kind of curious.]

So that's your big plan for the night?

Riiight.

[There was fondness in the teasing reply. It was hard to forget just how much a square Fayt had been once upon a time. His growth during the span of months that had been muddled by time inconsistencies between worlds was truly remarkable-- of course Cliff needed to poke him a little.

He chuckled.]

I just figured that we'd keep it simple. There's no reason to go skydiving over it in this cold, and it's not something that would go with a cake. Drinks are the best bet-- and I'm willing to bet that it's something new for you.

[He rolls his eyes at the teasing, but he's not ashamed of his reply, either.] You'd be right. Getting caught drinking back at school would have ended up getting me benched, but that's not really a problem anymore.

So drinks sounds like a plan. [in spite of the teasing, he looks a little amused.]

[Cliff nodded in understanding. That was exactly what he figured, since school rules were always straightforward and Fayt was a very responsible guy.]

That's about what I thought. Don't worry, we'll find ya something that works for you at the bar. The staff is pretty darn good...not that we have much choice anyway.

I'll trust you on that, then. [He didn't have much of an idea of what would be good anyway, though he'd heard enough.] We could probably get some dinner while we're there, too. I don't really feel like cooking.

[Besides, why cook on their 'anniversary' when they didn't have to?]

Sure, I'll go with that. It'll be more fun like this, and you'll be wanting a good dinner anyway just to play it safe.

[It was their 'anniversary', after all. He wasn't out to make Fayt sick!]

Right. [He knew that at least. He picks up a jacket he'd left slung over a chair the night before, pulling it on. Didn't want to freeze or anything, either.]

I'm ready to go when you are. Lead the way.

Alright then, [Grinning, Cliff tugged on his bomber and pocketed his gloves,] We're off to Good Spirits!

[Fully covered, he led Fayt out toward the bar.]

[Fayt followed after, but once they're a ways out and his fingers get cold, he ends up making up for a lack of gloves by shoving his hands in his pocket--

And looking surprised when his fingers brush against something.] What the....?

[Pulling out what feels like cold metal, he stares for a second, stopping in place.] So uh...

Hey Cliff? [He holds it up-- A small, familiar ring.]

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[Cliff stopped and turned around-- and lifted his brows in surprise when his gaze lighted on the ring.]

Hey, is that what I think it is?

[It couldn't be...]

...It looks like it... [He fiddles with the ring, holding it up to get a better look at the single small stone set into it, gleaming strangely.

....Yeah, that definitely looked like the one Vanilla made them.]

Can't say for sure without trying it, but it looks like the Ring of Disintegration. What's it doing in my pocket?

The better question is, what's it doing here?

[Because, the last time he checked, his Quad Scanner was still malfunctioning. He was under the impression that this world didn't want them to have anything of their's that worked properly if it wasn't a weapon or some clothes.]

Heck if I know. [He examines the ring a little while longer, before glancing up from it to Cliff.] Hey, do you think it showed up at the same time your little robot thing did? It wasn't there when I took off my jacket yesterday.

[That might make sense..... but why was the question.]

[Headscratch.]

...huh. Maybe. The Vac did just show up outta nowhere for no reason, after all. But it's just random. The ring? Not so much.

Yeah, I don't get it either... but it's the only idea I've got. [He glances around, looking to see if there was anything he could test it on.

Hmm... He couldn't just destroy something people needed...]

It ain't a bad one. Makes me wonder if it's got anything to do with Christmas...

[The conversation he had with Ion about his dog earlier made it the only plausible option in his book.]

Maybe.... you know, I think they were keeping a tally of how many people we kissed during that last experiment, too. [Just a guess, but either one of those could be why in Fayt's opinion.]

Should we test it?

[The tally would explain the little dashes, for sure. They were too coincidental.]

Hey, why not? It'd be cool to see if we can get something to work around here for once.

[But what would they test it on, he wondered.]

See anything we can try it on? [He glances around, looking for something, anything...

Hmm... a rock wouldn't be missed, right? He puts on the ring, nodding towards a decently sized rock on the side of the path.]

Wanna try it on that?

[He nodded in reply.]

Looks as good as anything else around here...

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