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[lonesome_moonflower]

After staying overnight in the Bar and feeling much improved from their previous encounter with Clockwork Bishops and territorial spider-monkeys, Wormwood is giving themself a tour of the outdoor grounds. The lake doesn't appear to have any hippopotamoose or giant lilypads in it, which is weird to see. Occasionally they'll stop and plant a seed in the grass, then keep going in the same direction.

The tour goes off the rails when they find the Alchemy Engine by the lakeside. The first thing they do is weave themself a backpack, then they start filling it with gardening tools made from the sticks and assorted rocks in their 'pockets'. The clinky rocks make for an excellent set of garden shears and a small but solid hammer for delicately breaking things; the sharp stones were already good for axes and pickaxes, but the round machine shows them how to turn them into a shovel. The one square of spider-silk they tore off the monkeys' tree finds new life as a bug net. They look like they're having fun, revelling in the thrill of creation; maybe they'll share some sticks and rocks if another patron wants to try it.

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[acertainpov]

The door does that thing the door does sometimes where instead of swinging on a hinge, it slides back in a planar fashion into a wall that shouldn't really have the capacity to take it.

The man who walks through hasn't been here before, in his memory. Maybe some people with long memories find him familiar, but he's in his thrities, standing tall, and with a confidence that comes from active leadership. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi looks around, his head tilted to one side and one eyebrow quirked curiously, and then continues on to the bar, his lightsaber hilt tapping his hip with the rhythm of his step.

He's sure he's going to find out what's going on at some point, but in the meantime, this bar serves drinks, right?