[ic post, dated fluidly: show you what's on the slab]

[dimanibussacrum]

[Castor is setting up a table and a set of tools on a nearby workbench in his workshop. It has been swept and cleaned recently.]

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[halfcocked]

[knock knock~]

[dimanibussacrum]

[calls over his shoulder:]

The door's open.

[halfcocked]

[opening it, and coming in, with Jasdero--gosh, this setup is familiar] Hey.

[dimanibussacrum]

[it is a large room, cramped by a number or workbenches and projects. and dolls. lots of dolls.

Castor turns and smiles.]

Welcome. Jasdero, correct? I don't believe we've been reintroduced.

[halfcocked]

[it's creepy in here . . . looking around]

[dimanibussacrum]

[there is a pile that catches your eye: flat, long wooden boxes sit on a shelf, paper labels stuck on neatly and written in Castor's handwriting. a few names stick out...]

[halfcocked]

Huh . . . ? [that's . . . ]

[dimanibussacrum]

Frau
Labrador
Lance
Razzette
Morrolan-san
Hakuren-kun
Teito-kun
Devit-kun

[halfcocked]

It's my name--!

[dimanibussacrum]

[glances over at Devit]

Ah, yes...?

[halfcocked]

What is this thing--?

[dimanibussacrum]

Ah, well. That, I can show you later, but it's the forms for the molds I use for my dolls.

[halfcocked]

You have dolls of me?!

[dimanibussacrum]

At the moment, only a prototype.

[halfcocked]

What's it for??