Ink and Embers

"Isn't lava just like ... really hot cream cheese?" - @Conure1243

Conure, that's quote-worthy Factor, thanks for the explanation of the water park two pages ago! I pull out a fireproof umbrella and start sailing along the sort-of-lava.

Kevin jumps as one of the figures vanishes. "Huh. Is that ... normal?" Kevin frowned at the proposition. "That's not a lot less vague than before. I don't know you well enough that I trust your judgement in a given situation, but ..." I suppose this is sort of what I'm signing up for. "Alright, probably. Just so long as it doesn't involve murder. Maybe. We'll see."

... Stormseat?

Splendid. I apologise to YOU and give her an ice pack. I then take the Calvinball from you and jump into a hedge. This is turning into another Bate for the Sandwich

*gasps* My family has those too!!! Whenever we need to flatten something, we put it beneath them and call it the Calvin Press!!!!! I whack you on the head with a pool noodle.

I pass GGoz the croissant. "Sure. Any particular reason?"

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Overheating laptop

I shrug, put the baguette down, and pull out a croissant instead. And a cup of tea.

I grab a kite and hang glide past you towards a nearby window.

I wonder what the owners of the waterpark did wrong while buying a baguette.

I offer you a sandwich. I would offer an explanation too, but they're out of stock and I have none.

I introduce a rule banning shields, grab the ball, and climb up a tree

I am not the man you knew

Unknown video games

Kevin hesitated. The man seemed trustworthy (maybe), at least at first meeting, and he had shared far more information than Kevin had expected. Ribbon wasn't a name he could immediately put a face to; he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Whatever that bridge was. "...Depends on the payment," he said cautiously. Who was Rirrom? Some kind of quest-giver? "If it's a task, that's probably possible. If it's an abstract concept or eighty percent of my soul, you can probably see why I'm less keen on that."

Kevin nodded, wishing he had a notebook to write down what Rirrom was saying. At the sudden appearance of a croissant, he narrowed his eyes, then held his hand out to the side. A notebook and pen materialised, and he almost dropped them in surprise. That's... new. He'd heard of the Plotblades, though he'd never heard of one leaving the Thread. And thank goodness. They seemed hazardous at the best of times. "Thank you for the offer," Kevin said as the conversation turned to the Doorways, "But I think the people there can manage it. There was a knight, an unconscious Feruchemist, a person with playing cards, and some sort of deity there when I left, so I doubt the spiders will be much of a problem." He tugged one from under his hood, then placed it on the floor. It scrambled away to a corner, where it squinted with eight too-intelligent eyes. "I ... I would very much like to begin a journey here." He smiled. "What can I do to help?"

CALVINBALL! CALVINBALL! Ooo, would people be interested in a Calvinball thread?

Joel

"Awesome! I haven't heard either of those, but I'll go and listen to them! I listen to a lot of Imagine Dragons, so maybe Shots to listen to, and then I like playing the Pirates of the Caribbean theme tune, which is probably also my favourite to play and listen to!"

Would you fall in love with me again?

(Sorry for the slow response!) Kevin watched the back-and-forth. Urithiru? He'd heard of it, many times, but had never been before. If here even counted as there. "Ah!" he started as the others looked at him. "Yes, that's me. I came here to escape being eaten my spiders, but my ... Author? ... initially sent me through the Threads to work out how they work. I haven't made much progress. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Sup *blows up a ferris wheel*

It is Endowment! I frequently forget Sigzil exists...