>>5919690>>5919697>>5919699>>5919718>>5919967>>5920139>Pop out of the podium>under her dressYou run your hands along the wall of the door–somewhere here, certainly, there must be–..ah, there it is! Your fingernails find purchase in a long, thin groove along the podium wall that opens into the crawlspace. You take a deep breath and fling the door wide open.
You’re first assailed by the light–bright, white midday light, so bright it bounces from the promenade so bright it seems the wood almost glows, confetti strewn out across it. Your first breath of fresh air is hot and dry in your lungs. You’re next assailed by the sound, rumbling, tumultuous humming and murmuring past a giant crowd. You see neither hide nor hair of that crowd now, however.
No, you see the hem of your master’s dress as it pools up along her heels like a fountain. You have no other way to go from here than forward, so you attempt to crawl “through” the dress and hope your master doesn’t notice. She notices.
“Ackh–! You..!” Your master bites her tongue mid-speech, flinching. You hear a rattling sound, her legs moving about you as she lowers her voice. “Snuff..? Snuff, is that you..?! What are you doing down there?!”
>Stay hidden. You’ve definitely got a great plan concocted that you’ll use to lapse this memory.>Cast a spell.>Explain to your master you’re simply lapsing the memory. Somehow.>Poke it?>[Write-In.] 