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A New Platform [Intro Post February]

On the Train

Three days after the Voidtreckers return to the void after their adventures on the biosphere world, they are awoken by a familiar announcement.

"Good morning passengers, it is day Sixteen of the month of Jelly. Points have been updated on the system."

They have indeed, and everyone can spend the morning shopping. Those who have been on the train for a while will also be expecting the second announcement that comes a few hours later.

"Shortly arriving into a designated void platform. Exit from void in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." A lurch and a jolt and the windows fill with the fog that means they are at a platform. The fog seems thicker than usual and as they step out onto the platform they will find it is cold, very cold. Icy fog sticks to their clothing, makes it hard to see very far; the atmosphere is dark and gloomy.

As usual the first to leave the train notice nothing as they walk silently, rucksacks on their backs, towards the barriers: Alexis Rhodes, Elfnein, Itsuki Myoudouin, Ken Ichijouji, MT, Neku Sakuraba, Nike Lemercier, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Rainbow Dash, Rei Saotome, Taichi Yagami, Tsubomi Hanasaki, Yuri Tsukikage and Zechs Merquise all pass through the platform, not looking back before they disappear through the barriers and into the fog beyond.

But on the platform itself there are new faces. Wearing hoodies in all four colours, in various states of confusion.

For New Passengers

At first all they can see is steam, billowing around them as they come to their senses. As their eyes adjust, they will see they are on a platform, glass and dark stone rising in sturdy arches around them. Behind them is a set of barriers, and in front of them is a single track extending both ways into thick fog.

They are standing, in clothes that are not their own and a style they might not even recognise. They are carrying a rucksack on their back. For a moment it seems to just be them, alone in the white haze; then the steam begins to fade and they realise they aren’t alone.

The platform is not large with sixteen figures scattered around, all facing the tracks, all dressed in cargo trousers and hoodies. To both the left and right, tracks disappear into the mist. Then there is a roaring sound and out of the fog arrives a train. Jet black with gold writing on the side. The Voidtrecker Express. There is a hiss as the doors slide open and out step a strange assortment of people. Some are human, some are less so. Most are wearing the same hoodie in one of the four colours, red, orange, blue and purple, though some are sporting different clothes in a variety of styles.

The Train

After a short time, the doors hiss open again. Those from the train may encourage those on the platform to board. It’s not like there's anywhere else to go and even if there was, you feel a pull. A need to board, a feeling that staying on the platform would lead to something terrible. If that is not enough, there are plenty of people on the platform now, to encourage them onto the train.

Each ICP shows the same message and next to the screens there are stacks of leaflets written by those on the train, with further information (see
'Publications'). The store rooms have been restocked with fresh ingredients, including several crates of avocados, the ingredient of the month of Jelly, as well as all sundries.

For passengers that have bought items, these are also scattered around the luggage carriage in various suitcases and bags.

New passengers will find their ticket allows them into their cabins. They may need to negotiate for beds, especially if they want a top bunk!

Room is tight but there are storage cubbies at the head of each bed, beds fold up and the bottom bunks double as benches for the small table. There is storage under those benches full of spare blankets and pillows.

Departure

A second horn sounds to encourage any stragglers braving the freezing fog, and the doors slide shut. Veteran passengers know what will happen next, but they may wish to brief their new companions.

The train sets off, the fog obscuring the view again as it picks up speed.

"Welcome aboard, passengers of the Voidtrecker Express." A female-coded artificial sounding voice echoes throughout the train. "Please take the time to read the passenger information displayed on the Information and Communication points and familiarise yourself with the layout and emergency exits."

The train begins to tilt, leaving the ground and rising up into the fog-filled sky.

"Entrance into Voidspace imminent. New passengers are advised to remain seated. Entry into Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

A shudder, a jolt, a lurch to the left. A flash of light, colourful and blinding. As quick as it happens it is done. The train seems to steady itself. The fog from the windows is gone now, replaced with a kaleidoscope of ever-changing colours.

Welcome to the Void!

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Roland is proud of him.

Proud of him.

Proud.

Inigo looks like he's about to burst at the seams in the best way possible after the man says those words. He may be bouncing on his feet, despite the fact that it's not like he's walking or going anywhere. Just jumping in place a little, since those words make him so happy that he doesn't know what to do even do with the burst of excess energy he's experiencing right now. This is way more serotonin than Inigo expected to get today.

He's so excited that he only realises Roland asked him a question a few moments later, rushing to answer. Even his speech is quicker than it usually is.

"Yes! I actually got this to try and see if I can get some attacks working with Jumblie since the sword is supposed to conduct magic and--" Inigo's rambling suddenly stops as he realises how quickly and energetic he's going, completely drowning out the man's other question!

A blush appears on his cheeks as he shakes his head, trying to shake off his previous train of thought, wanting to provide Roland with any and all advice he's asking him for. "Um--! What I mean, is.. It's mostly really good. I think it's very effective at what it does, especially since it's likely to catch an opponent by surprise. The only downside is the way it leaves you vulnerable at the end, since disarming a foe's one weapon doesn't mean they don't have any other means left. The upside is that usually their second weapon is something either unsuited for the situation or something they're not as used to fighting with, considering it wasn't their first choice for said battle-- so that should give you some room to play with still."

Despite the way he seems a bit more shy as he rambles off the last part, embarrassed by how just a single word from Roland made him hop straight onto cloud nine, the advice still sounds incredibly earnest. At least this is something where Inigo mostly knows what he's talking about.

Does Roland truly want to reward this energizer ~~bunny~~ pup with more sugar to fuel his natural high??? Questions for a later tag, or for later regrets when his surprise is revealed...

There's nothing about Inigo's excitement that discourages Roland. He withholds himself from smiling wide, trying to remain as easy and stable as he can despite the infectious giddiness that radiate from his sparring partner. A spitfire of words that come out of him, true to form, but Roland catches every detail without missing a single beat. That Inigo got a new sword that conducts magic with his higgledy - and boy was that an exciting sparring session for the near future! To finally see him come up with a move with higgledies to hyper-power his blood! - and then, to the sage advice from someone who clearly has the experience to lend. He shifts and retains his composure, easing up on his stance to throw his entire attention on Inigo.

He's really truly listening to him, taking the suggestions to heart with a finger to his chin, humming in thought as Roland usually does.

"You make a good point there. Though I can find an advantage to exposing my back to the enemy if it means we can get them to reveal a secret weapon in hiding..." His gaze drifts back to Inigo, his sword hand back to position. "How do you think I should cover that vulnerable spot? I want this move to be able to disarm an opponent but if I'm hurt in the process, it may not be worth it to execute."

The whole point after all, is to disarm so he can move in for the kill.

What Roland asks of Inigo next is not untoward or unexpected, given the context. They're training, they're helping each other get better, so what else would he have asked but this?

"Let's go for round two. Attack me first. Let me see if I can't find a way to perform this move when I'm on the defensive instead." He braces himself...but also, before things get too crazy, Roland peers behind the width of his blade to flash Inigo a small smile. "After this, we can go get your surprise. Heh."

Motivation!

"I'll have to think about that.." He says, obviously still in thought even as his mouth moves and he speaks. It's not an easy thing to solve, after all, since the move kind of naturally leaves Roland vulnerable like that. It's something Inigo will have to ponder - trying to think of how to execute that move in a way that ends slightly differently. He moves his free hand up, scratching his head. "Maybe we need to find a way to put more distance between you and the enemy at the end there?"

It's a thought for another time though. If Roland wants to try it again first right now, Inigo will gladly indulge him. The new sword he's holding fades back into his Arms Band, and instead he grabs his usual sword off the floor. He hasn't practiced enough with the Levin Sword yet to be able to use it very well, even during sparring.

"Alright!" He says, once he's ready. Sword in hand, some distance between the two of them. "I'm doing it for the surprise!"

(Okay, let's be real. We all know Inigo would do it even if there wasn't a surprise. Dumb little daddy's boy.)

A moment later he rushes towards Roland, swinging his sword in a way that shows he isn't bothering to hold back. If Roland wants to test out that move, he ought to practice it in actual combat situations!

"Attaboy. Come and get me!"

He receives the strike wholeheartedly, chasing after it with a breakneck sprint. True to form, his blade is lifted from below and he parries Inigo's sword, aware that he has a trick up his sleeve now in case that factors into his countermove. But as promised, Roland tests his new move out with a more aggressive opponent. So when they cross swords once more, Roland clenches his jaw and hyper-focuses on what Inigo had suggested: put more distance between you and the enemy. Cover the vulnerability he tempts them with by showing his back to their weapon...

He knows what to do.

Without delaying too much, the hold on their swords finally break with his push back against the balls of his feet, and he pivots again so the Claw in his hand can angle and disarm the way it did before. Except now, he takes Inigo's other piece of advice - when he feels the sword in Inigo's hand fly out of his grip, if the move succeeds the way it must, Roland pushes himself into the other direction, granting him the distance he needs to circle back on the opposite foot. He kicks off from there, the tip of his sword heading straight for Inigo...

...and if it had been anyone else, he probably would have hesitated, but he knows Inigo won't. He has the instincts for it, and Roland believes in his potential more than anything. So he keeps at it, until Inigo either draws his second sword out or he dodges.

Let's go son. Show me what you've got!

It's a good thing Inigo is so used to battle. It makes a sword coming for him, pointed right at him, seem much less daunting to him than it might to some other people. So he doesn't freeze up, especially with the knowledge beforehand that Roland is going to try and have a better ending to the move this time--

It means Inigo sees it coming.

Which gives him exactly enough time to take out his second sword again, swinging it to block Roland's attack at the last moment. It's a little weaker than Inigo's usual blocks, since he's not quite as used to this sword, but it's still barely enough to keep Roland's sword in place rather than let it move on to strike.

It's just a block though. Nothing more is necessary. After all..

"Great, father. I doubt an enemy would have seen that coming." Which means the point of the move works now. Other people facing it wouldn't know ahead of time that the attack was coming the way Inigo does, so there's no way they would be able to block in time. Inigo just knows it.

"Aha! Thank you."

He lowers his weapon and exhales loudly, loosening his form. Roland's expression is bright, happy at the outcome of helping perfect a new move as well as receiving such tailored advice from Inigo who he's wanted to see succeed in these things for a long time now. Maybe he might have played it in such a way that he was encouraging him without looking too obvious...But that could be up to anyone's interpretation.

The Cat King's Claw disappears in a burst of sparkle and light, tucked back into his Arms Band. And while it might have gone better for Roland to keep this to himself, he can't help the pride that overflows from his cup. He leans a hand on his hip, regarding Inigo openly. He deserves to hear it out loud, after all.

"I'm glad to see you taking the lead, pup. Do it more often for me, okay? I like your style!"

And it's not just for show, either. Inigo has skill, battle-hardened even if it comes from an unsavory place. He could talk shop about this all day, and he has enough renewed energy to try and convince Inigo to accept his compliments whole-heartedly, but for today, he approaches him and slings an arm around his opposite shoulder to guide him gently out of the car. A casual yet fond bump of their temples together as they walk and talk.

"As promised, your gifts await. Follow me."

Dad likes his style.

This truly is too much for him today. If Roland compliments him in such a way even once more, Inigo feels like he will most certainly be bursting at the seams. It'll just be too much for his little ~~pup~~ brain to contain.

Which is why he chooses to not linger on that part of what Roland says. No, while he's allowing himself to be guided along, he instead focuses on the last part of what the other says. While gifts are still a hard to process thing too, Inigo is at least getting pretty used to seeing that from Roland. It's as if the guy has something for him on each platform day - a day he used to dread, but which may be getting a bit better through a combination of that fact and the fact he no longer goes out on the platform.

"Can I get a hint as to the gifts?"

"Hm. Well, one is something you already know I got you. You ordered it with me." With his other arm, he summons out of the hammerspace a pouch, elegant and made of see-through silk. Though the packaging is already eye-catching, he's glanced at what it holds and is more or less pleased with the selection. Inigo will find higher quality patches for his sewing, and this time, they're not only perfect for Jumblie's custom-tailored dresses, they're finally the right size for Inigo to adjust with.

This, Roland gently nudges towards his chest so he has no choice but to hold it while they walk. Towards the kitchen car, it seems, and it's only a couple of cars down from where they trained. The sheen of sweat that glistens against both of their foreheads demands a cooldown, a drink of water or juice maybe, so even without his surprise waiting for them there, they were due to visit anyway.

"The second one will just have to wait, pup. I can't give you a hint. It'll ruin the suspense. Trust me though. You'll love it. I'm certain."

At least the guy is confident!

"Okay. If you're so sure!"

Granted, Inigo may be relenting on figuring out what this surprise is rather easily since he's already enamoured enough by the first gift by itself. He takes the pouch into his own hands - though, kind of urged to do so by Roland, but not like he minds - and opens it to look at the fabric within better, without the outer layer partially obscuring it.

.. they're pretty. Inigo likes the patterns, though he is an easily pleased boy.. And he can already imagine Jumblie wearing some of these. She'd look so cute in them..!

"I didn't realise you got me so much, father!" Granted, it may not be much in the grand scale of things, but to Inigo, just this much fabric being gifted to him voluntarily already feels amazing. "Perhaps I'll have to start thinking about cute uniforms for Bambosh and Rannygazoo now too." He has more higgledies to sew for than ever before, after all..!

"Heh. If you like, pup."

Though Roland has a distinct feeling Rannygazoo's going to be very mindful of what he'll be wearing, regardless if his higgledy-owner's heart is tied closely to the man who sewed it. But that was for a later time and another discussion. The door to the kitchen car is just a few feet away and for the surprise of it, he steps back and covers Inigo's eyes with both his hands. Gently, Roland leads him to the narrowed hallway, pressing the button to open sliding doors with a twist of his body, elbow reaching.

The said gift is already hooked up and ready to run, with jars of colored sugar in blue, pink, green, and yellow next to it. Roland had already spun some cotton candy in advance, sitting on a nice cone like a display.

"Ready?" He chuckles before he ends the suspense, uncovering Inigo's eyes and showing him the gift. Roland is aware Inigo's only heard of it in passing from Senku, so he fills the information in just as quickly as the reveal. "Ta-da. A cotton candy machine. The one I promised I'd get you."

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~~Can't wait until Rannygazoo makes Inigo cry. Bullied by a higgledy.~~

There's a short, surprised 'ah!' when those hands suddenly find their way over Inigo's eyes, but thankfully he gets over the surprise pretty quickly since it's Roland. Inigo is well aware that Roland wouldn't just lead him into some sort of prank after promising him a fun surprise.

And then the hands are gone.

And Inigo stares.

Roland's explanation helps a lot, since there's still quite a gap between being able to see cotton candy with your own eyes and only hearing an explanation of it - Inigo never would have been able to connect the words to this odd-looking thing. But now things are slowly starting to click together in his mind as he looks from Roland to the machine and the example next to it.

"Is.. Is that really the legendary cotton candy, father?!"

Okay, maybe legendary isn't the right word for it, but it's what it feels like to Inigo. He has quite literally only heard tales of it, after all, and the surprise - and the slowly brewing excitement underneath it - is already visible in his eyes.

"Oh yeah. This is it."

He gently pushes Inigo forward with the hands that covered his eyes now resting firmly on his shoulders. The cotton candy machine is within arm's reach within seconds. It'll be legendary soon enough! Roland is immediately caught on by the purity of such enthusiasm.

"I made one to show you what cotton candy looks like, but -" Roland maneuvers himself away just to get the machine going, peering at the back for the switch. "- it's both fun to eat and equally fun to make. So. Wanna give it a whirl? It's easier than it looks, I promise."

He really is going to regret feeding him 100% sugar at some point in this scenario, but Roland be Roland; weak to kids, weak to his own brood. The blue sugar is offered first, granules in a jar as were the other variants.

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"Alright, so--" Thankfully Inigo seems all up for making one himself, despite this being the literal first time in his life he's ever witnessing this sort of machine. But at this point he's had to get used to so many machines that one more or less really doesn't feel all that bad to him.

.. even though working this one out may require some help from the adult in the room. Especially as Inigo is taking the sugar and just.. looking at it..

Which is exactly where his sentence was going - after shaking the sugar for a moment, anyway. Like that may magically do anything.

"How do I do it? Do I just throw it in?"

"Not quite. Here, I'll show you."

Thankfully, your dad's a walking Explainer Video so this comes naturally to him. He beckons Inigo to the other side of the table and points to the switch - a simple one that goes up and down. "So first we turn the machine on and wait for it to heat up on its own for about two to three minutes. We can use our SCA's to time it." Which he does the moment he says it, for the demonstration. "When it's hot enough to use, we can make up to two big cotton candy puffs before we put it on time out. It might overheat."

Roland's since used the cotton candy machine before leading Inigo here, so they have the added benefit of cutting down the prep time to about half. His palms hover above the shielded top of the machine before he nods, switching it off. "I think we can add the floss sugar now. Do it when the whole thing is off, okay? Pour it in the nozzle you see in the middle." There's a small scooper by the side, which he takes and gives to Inigo to hold.

"They're in different colors because they have different flavors. That one's in strawberry - " Pink. "This is bubblegum." Blue. "That's lemon." Yellow. "And the green one is apple." Obviously, he grabs the pink plastic bottle and offers it to him with a grin.

"One scoop. Ready?"

Roland is at this point just replacing educational videos in this boy's schooling about the modern world.

And Inigo is so used to it that he just instantly quiets down and listens. He doesn't even interrupt with any questions, although he can think of plenty the more Roland is saying. No, right now Inigo truly is just the obedient puppy Roland sees him as, following the older guy around. Surely he'll be able to make his own cotton candy surprise much better under the other's guidance than by trying something himself.

"One scoop?" Inigo finally repeats, looking at Roland.

Okay, a scoop. He'll need a spoon for that, right? To measure it. One scoop.

Inigo rummages through the drawers, pulling out a huge soup ladle.

Right. One scoop using this. That's enough sugar, isn't it?

...

...

...

...

Roland simply shakes his head, withholding a chortle. He gently lowers the ladle down with careful fingers against Inigo's wrist and offers him a much much smaller scooper that came with the set. But Roland is so patient and used to this that it almost seems like part of their routine already, as he asks for the ladle to be given to him silently, not a word passing out of his lips. He wants Inigo to discover this gift for all that it is without Roland's immediate intervention! He's going to enjoy the moment he puts the sugar in and the fun can really begin!

To Inigo's credit, he manages to only pout a little bit as his fun ladle is being taken away from him, leaving him with such a smaller scooper.

But he trusts that Roland knows what he's doing here. And that this is all part of Doing It Properly, rather than Roland being a responsible adult who doesn't want Inigo get the biggest sugar high of his life. So he puts the sugar into the thing, and considering it's already on..

Inigo's eyes grow wide.

"F-Father, look!" As if this is something new to Roland as well, rather than it just being new to the medieval boy. But Inigo seems to want him to share in this discovery as well. "Look at that, in the middle! It's like magic!"

The fun ladle is for soup, dear boy, please!!

But the fun to be had is definitely not in the scooping portion, but in the magic Inigo notices coming out of the machine. It's not something he'll correct him on either, because as Roland peers at the movement of floss sugar heating up slowly, a transform indeed does occur. His smile grows wide, a hand on his hip as his eyes stare at the formation of strings gently wisping like silken threads against the plastic basin. The smell is fruity, wafting in the air like a warm cake being baked in an oven...only it's not and this is sugar straight out of the cookery.

"Wait for the spun sugar strings to get thicker. When you see them form," He suddenly points at a clump taking shape like a cloud. "Like that! Take this-" Roland reaches for the paper cones that came with the set, and hands one to Inigo, one for himself to help show him what to do. "And follow my lead."

The wide end of the paper cone is slowly lowered at an angle against the concave of the cotton candy machine. The strings accumulate around it, and with a gentle twist of his own wrist, he starts moving in the same clockwise pattern as the spinning threads in pink fluff. He does just enough to create a small tuft of cotton candy, which he then blows on and eats in one go, disappearing as it melts immediately in his mouth.

Ta-da.

"Now you try, pup."

The boy is watching it all so intently. In fact, the way he stands there right next to the machine and stares at it is very reminiscent of a dog at attention - truly living up to his pup nickname over here. All that's missing is a wagging tail to show his excitement, even though he's standing there so still while he's paying attention to how Roland gets some of this sweet, sweet surgary goodness.

(It's even in the air! Everytime Inigo sniffs, he gets a whiff of it, and it only serves to make him more excited. As if sugar in the air is giving him a sugar high all by itself.)

"Okay, okay, here I go."

Even the way he speaks is filled with that excited tone, with energy only half-contained, starting to spill out. Thankfully he's good enough at following the other's example to keep this attempt at grabbing cotton candy from the machine from becoming a total disaster, and once he's gathered some on his cone, he pulls it back.

And puts a small part of it in his mouth.

There's a pause, a moment of nothing.. But then his eyes go wide, and he makes a small jump of joy on the spot, betraying a youthfulness perhaps even beyond his actual age.

"It's so yummy!" Half muffled, since he's already put more of it into his mouth at this point, but easy enough to decypher. "Father, I'm going to have this instead of regular food from now on!"

Roland is in the middle of adding more cotton candy strings to his cone when he pauses abruptly, flashing Inigo his trademark look. The Look. Straightening up from his hip, he places a hand there in rest, shaking his head.

"Uh uh. No, pup. Cotton candy is just a once in a while treat. Or something for dessert. You still need to eat real food."

That sound he just made too...For the first time since this big reveal, Roland is wary, looking at Inigo as he gobbles down the rest of that puffy candy. In hindsight, he thinks to himself as the strands make more and more tufts, it may not have been the wisest thing in the world to give him sugar.

Pure sugar.

But he's so happy. Gah. This is going to tear him up for a while. Oh well. He straightens up again and presents Inigo a complete pink cotton candy puff, as big as his head, texture like a cloud.

"See, this isn't even that nutritious. It's mostly just air apart from it being sweet." Let your dad convince you! Son, please!!!

"But it tastes so good!"

So how could it be bad? Just look at Inigo going at it - the moment that cotton candy is presented to him, he's already reaching out to grab a few tufts off the bigger one, shoving them right into his mouth and feeling the sugary goodness melt on his tongue. Delicious.

Clearly this is what true food was meant to be.

"Besides, isn't food just food? What does it matter what you eat?"

Please, Roland, you think they cared about such a thing as nutritional value in a destroyed place like future Ylisse? You just had to shove into your mouth whatever you could get in there!

What has he unleashed unto this train -

"I-I know it does, pup. But, uh."

Roland attempts to slow Inigo down with an outstretched hand, palm up to signal a pause. Look at this guy inhale sugar like it's air! He's not even trying to hide his worry now, and only does it occur to him that the more Inigo eats of this, the more chances of an inevitable sugar high...

Is Roland ready to see that first hand? He must. That is his destiny, now that he's given Inigo a taste.

"It matters because this is really a dessert, you know?" Yes, if he can angle it differently, that might be more convincing than repeating his strict 'no.' Truly, the marvels of parenthood continue to unfold for Roland on this journey. "It's a special treat that loses its yumminess if you just eat it all the time. You have to save it for special occasions."

Genius. He is a genius. What do you have to say about that, son!!

It's true. Even as Roland is talking, even as he's explaining why Inigo definitely shouldn't eat too much of the stuff, here Inigo is. Definitely eating too much of the stuff. He keeps eating it even as he's listening to Roland, like he's unable to stop now he's started.

In fact, the boy already seems to get a bit more jittery, considering the sheer amount of unadulterated sugar he's ingesting over here. The sugar high is truly inevitable.

"When does it start losing the yumminess?" Hah, look at this counterattack! Time to pull out some facts, Roland! Some cold hard evidence! Even Inigo's dear father can't keep him apart from this sugary goodness! "I've already had more than one of these now, and it's still yummy!"

(A true scientific experiment, clearly.)

"That's...!"

Damn. He's powerless.

Powerless.

Power...?

Power!

Roland takes advantage of this new machine and puts on a quick show for Inigo, gasping as he pretends the cotton candy machine has already overheated. His hands hover close to its plastic body, his mouth making sounds of concern. Worry! Clicking tongue against teeth, wondering out loud! He glances at Inigo still eating more and more of the spun strings of sugar and it's now or never -

"Gah! Pup, i-it's been three minutes! We need to shut down the machine or else it might break. Okay?"

Roland switches it off, and the machine stops. No more spun sugar. No more cotton candy.

Even though one: there is still a display cotton candy sitting right next to the machine, and two: there are still strands of it left on the enclosure.

Inigo is now witness to the rarest of all sights.

Roland Crane. President. Chief Consul.

Panicking.

Too bad for Roland that he's giving someone the opportunity to see the rarest of sights.

But what is working out for Roland in this situation is the very fact that Inigo is incredibly gullible. Especially when it comes to things he knows nothing about, like modern technology. He is more than willing to believe a machine like this could really break if it was on for too long, especially if someone he trusts is telling him so.

And that's why the man is panicking like that too, right? He just doesn't want to break the gift he got for Inigo. That's it, isn't it?

He slowly finishes up the last bit of the cotton candy he was having, and then reaches out to grab the display cotton candy, now starting on that one. Smiling so happily.

"It's alright, father! No need to further, panic, you turned in off in time!"

But maybe the damage is already done. Is Inigo slowly starting to bounce on his feet a little over here..?

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