thirty-eighth.

[ice_echani]

I am awake. I know who I am and what I do here. I have found no trace of the hourglass or the collar that it was on.

Whoever or whatever is responsible for this incident, you will answer if I ever discover you.

Night, I feel I should thank you.

Stoneface, I must speak with you.

Has everyone else who was marked with the hourglass recovered?

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[There was another nod.]

It's okay, some of the stuff is just a rough draft. I'll touch them up and see about having you critique. That'd be fun!

[His hand went to the back of his head for a moment before he remembered his stuff was on the ground. He'd go gather it up, strapping his guitar to his back.]

Hey, you're welcome! The Mighty Nightlaser will do his best to protect others in their time of need, even in the face of mystery! Who knows what the cocoons could possibly do, but I'm glad to see nothing too bad occurred from it. ...Uh.

[He paused, and took a step forward with his arms open. Stopped. He wanted to hug, but... well. The whole Echani thing. No touchy. He'd respect that. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and smiled brightly at her instead.]

That really scared me a bit. Let's avoid the rainbow sand from here on out, okay?

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[ice_echani]

I am also surprised that nothing... dire seems to have happened.

[She can see that he's about to hug her but... yeah... she's not a huggy person, sorry. It's a strange gesture to her. She does, however, set her hand on his shoulder for a moment.]

I am sorry to have caused such worry, though I did not choose to have the hourglass.

[Kneeling, Handmaiden sifts through the pile of sand. There is... quite a lot of it. She doesn't even try to find a logical explanation for how sand can turn to glass without heat, never mind reverting to sand. Of an entirely different color, no less.]

Would you help me find the hourglass? I do not know if it still--exists--but I do not want to leave this without seeing if there is anything to be understood about it.

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Uh- Oh yeah, that's a good idea!

[Whahey, time to find ourselves an hourglass. Night went to the other side of the pile and began to dig very much like a dog, shoveling sand down and back behind him. His fingers combed the granules for any solid object...]

I'll start on this side! Let's see, you landed around here, so...

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[ice_echani]

[Handmaiden's method of searching is a little less frantic, but when it comes down to it... it's digging through a coffin-sized pile of sand for something that's like. Two inches long. She tries reaching out through the Force to see without her eyes, but if it's working, the hourglass isn't there.

She starts just spreading the sand out as thin as she can on the ground, both with her hands and with the Force, but it's still not revealing anything but more sand.]

It does not seem to be here.

[There's definite frustration in her voice. She's not surprised, but she wanted that hourglass. She's still not about to leave--she opens her belt-pouch but well, it already seems to be full of sand.]

I suppose this is all that can be investigated from this.

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[its-me-hooray.livejournal.com]

Damn... I'm sorry, Handmaiden.

[Shoot, no such luck for evidence or something to go by, eh? That was just like this place. He dusted the sand from his gloves, paused, and suddenly felt a bit awkward. He cleared his throat.]

Right. I'm sure Stoneface would want to know you're okay, so I'm gonna go ahead and set off for work. Lots of things to do before the harvest! The cows need milking and those chicken eggs won't collect themselves!

[He threw a smart salute, took a few steps backwards, then turned and ran like the dickens. He just remembered he was super late for work!]