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AMALTHEA
[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.
Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.
The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]
Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.
The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]
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Who wants this one?
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I can take it. It'll scar, but it's not like I don't have plenty of those already.
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Whatever else happens after this, one of us will take it.
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That's a good plan. In the meantime, which one of you is the best artist in here?
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[but it looks like Livio's got it]
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[picking up the quill and handing it to him]
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Mm. You said a key, right?
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[ peering closely at Spark's shoulder, biting his lower lip - before dragging the pen across his skin in a slow circle to form the bow of the key ]
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[ :( ]
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