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<p>Both of the other skunks nodded, and Ioan had to quell eir instinct to disagree. They were too tired, too keyed up, too quick to overanalyse to get anything out of forking across the prairie to wargame however many countless scenarios. Better for the four of them to sit around the low fire, sip their coffee, and watch the sun rise, May slouched against eir side and True Name and End Waking sitting apart, silent.</p>
<p>Eventually, however, coffee long gone, they forked. End Waking and True Name&rsquo;s down-tree instances each went to their tents to sit and meditate as best they could, while May and Ioan&rsquo;s down-tree instances returned home to try baking a cake &mdash; something demanding enough while still remaining relatively mindless.</p>
<p>The four forks linked hands and paws and with nothing other than a shared shaky breath, stepped from the sim.</p>
<p>End Waking immediately flinched. They found themselves in a boardroom. A large plain of a table, notepads and pens, a table against the wall with a pitcher of water and a stack of too-small glasses.</p>
<p>And yet it still felt too small &mdash; even to Ioan, who spent more of eir life inside than unbound in a forest, the ceiling was just a few inches too low, the chairs just a few inches too close to the walls. End Waking, who hadn&rsquo;t been indoors, never mind in a room too small, in nigh on a century, looked on the verge of panic. His eyes were wide, tail hiked and bristled, paws clenched in a way that reminded em even of May.</p>
<p>&ldquo;I do not know if I can&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
<p>May squeezed his paw tightly. &ldquo;You do not need to keep these memories, skunk, but you cannot leave.&rdquo; She added in a near whisper, &ldquo;Please do not leave me.&rdquo;</p>
<p>His nod was jerky, distracted, but was still a nod.</p>
<p>And yet, the room was empty. <em>Perfect time to pull the late-to-the-meeting power move.</em></p>
<p>((&hellip;))</p>
<p>In the most stunning display of forking ey&rsquo;d ever seen, True Name began to change.</p>
<p>Ioan had seen eir share of Dear&rsquo;s exhibitions, not to mention those of other instance artists the fox had introduced em to along the way, and the forking involved in all of them had been perfect. They were well rehearsed dances of duplication that told a story.</p>
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