6th Kick || 4th Wall Day

[windsorknot]

[ There's a rustle of what sounds like a plastic bag and then the sound of someone muttering under his breath. ]

Considering how the City's population usually doesn't double over night, I'm assuming this is another curse?

For once I'm failing to see the theme behind this one.

[ His voice is followed by more plastic bag rustling and the sound of

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[up_my_sleeves]

Maybe it's an attempt to overwhelm your population.

[windsorknot]

So we'd all suffer from a slow depletion of resources?

[ He considers this for a moment or two. ]

It's possible.

[up_my_sleeves]

Slow but effective.

Believe me, no one asked us first.

[windsorknot]

Seems too complicated for this place.

So you just appeared here all of a sudden?

[up_my_sleeves]

I opened the door to my pantry and instead stepped onto one of these streets. It didn't feel like any kind of transport I've ever seen.

[windsorknot]

That's usually how it works here. You don't notice the transition itself until it's too late.

[up_my_sleeves]

I thought maybe the door spell had malfunctioned, but given that there are a lot of people here who came different ways, I think it was just interrupted.

[windsorknot]

Door spell? I'm not quite following you, there.

[up_my_sleeves]

My back door opens to whichever part of the house I want it to. Which was the pantry until someone interfered.

[windsorknot]

So by 'spell' you were referring to something magical? That must be handy.

[up_my_sleeves]

It saves a lot of space.

[windsorknot]

And you can just manipulate space like that whenever you please?

[up_my_sleeves]

Well, I have to write the spell. I was quite pleased with that one. If it's broken from this transit when I get home, I'm not going to be very happy.

[windsorknot]

You write them? Like on paper or what?

[up_my_sleeves]

In my head. A spell requires the right verse.

[windsorknot]

...Like "abracadabra" for example?