[ AUDIENCE: ALPHINAUD ]

[dormheads]

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[arcsplainist]

[ He'll start rolling the nearby snow into a pile, then! ]

Perhaps with some of the spare decorations inside?

[departea]

Yeah! We can go... get some...?

[ she stops what she's doing, staring blankly for a second before spinning around. ]

Alphinaud? Shit.

[arcsplainist]

[ He stares up at her, both hands filled with snow. ]

What's the matter?

[departea]

Okay, sorry. Look. I'm Annie.

[ she holds her hands out, like a flustered peace offering. ]

I don't think I have much time. Just-- you guys are doing well to figure things out.

[arcsplainist]

[ It's a moment that catches him wildly off guard, but at the very least, doesn't come as a complete surprise.

Alphinaud rises to his feet, dropping the snow to the ground. This probably won't last long. ]

... The information we have been given thus far is true, then. This is the real you—if only but for a moment.

[departea]

[ she nods her head. ]

It's like... 'Sally' is like me, but she's-- not. We're conscious of what's happening even when it's like that.

[ she folds her arms over her chest. ]

This is so stupid.

[arcsplainist]

She is little more than a character in an act—a role you have been unwillingly cast in.

[ If they're going to keep up the show for entertainment metaphor going. ]

We shall persevere, Annie—I will make sure of it. That you have been trapped in these shackles at all... 'Tis a horrible thing that has been done to you and the other leads.

[departea]

I believe in you. I know that... that you're all...?

[ there's a small gasp, and she stumbles over and falls



right onto the snow. it's fine, the landing is soft. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ Thank u, snow. Still, Alphinaud is quick to rush to her aid. ]

Annie—?

[departea]

What...?

[ she looks around, puzzled. ]

Did I trip on snow? Embarrassing.

[arcsplainist]

...

[ There she goes, it seems. ]

... I am the only one who saw, at least. Allow me to help you up.

[ he offers a hand. ]

[departea]

[ she'll take the hand and get back to her feet. ]

Oh, geez... sorry about that.

Let's get back to our snowman?

[arcsplainist]

Oh, think naught of it. We're all prone to a stumble or two when it comes to snow.

[departea]

Shall we continue then?

[ she points at the snow ]

[arcsplainist]

Naturally.

[ this is kind of weird, just going back like nothing happened......... ]

Here—I'll begin to pile the snow in this spot.

[departea]

[ it's fine

but she will nod and go to get more snow to move over there too. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ Piles of snow! So far the base is coming together... or at least it's looking roundish. ]

How big should we go, do you think?

[departea]

At least three levels? So we have the bottom half, the upper, and then the head...

[ she tries to use her hand to like

gauge a height

a bit shorter than alphi ]