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Ice fishing. You're pretty sure you understand that. (If you have a bunch of water, and the top of it freezes, you cut a hole in it and go fishing anyways.) What you don't understand is how there could be several dozen people huddled around <span class="mu-i">watching</span> it, as there currently are. The fishers aren't doing anything. They're just sitting there in the freezing cold. And if your knowledge of fishing is near accurate, they could be sitting there for hours more. What is there to see? What is there to <span class="mu-i">report</span> on? There's a whole little crew of journalists prowling about, hauling mechanical equipment of... some sort, sticking microphones in people's faces (you do recognize microphones)— though you guess it's mainly just one with a microphone. The tall one. Wow, he's really freakishly tall. And he has on a grey... coat...
No. <span class="mu-i">No.</span>
"Hi there, miss! Enjoying the Iceover?"
Exactly like a shark, Horse Face has sniffed out your distress and shot directly to your location. Presumably he means to devour you. He is Horse Face, exactly, in horse face and grotesque frame and everything, except he's buttoned his coat up against the wind and he's wearing both a toque and earmuffs. He hasn't broken his expression at all, so he doesn't recognize Claudia. Great.
<span class="mu-i">Great.</span> Is this Gil's fault? It must be Gil's fault. Horse Face must positively be the mystery individual. Damnit! Could it have been anybody worse? You would've taken a third, fourth, fifth Manager over him.
"I bet you are!" He's just rattling on like you didn't narrow your eyes. "We all are folks, here at the 150th Annual Iceover Ice-Fishing Extravaganza. Can you believe that folks? 150 years of cold, cold fish? Have you been to one of these events before, miss?"
Yup. Doesn't recognize you. Would he recognize you even if you did look like yourself, though? Is he lucid? Horse Face isn't a reporter. On the other hand, Horse Face would absolutely take any sanctioned chance to harass random strangers... hum.
(Choices next.)
