24th Spell: [Video]

[friendyousohard]

Why is there no map for this place... You know, I think that's a project that really needs to be undertaken. Maps of all the various caaaaaaaaa- oof!

[Stepping onto one of the ice-covered floors that covers the ice path, Twilight is interrupted by suddenly slipping and sliding all the way over to the wall on the opposite side, which she crashes headlong into.]

Urgh... that was unpleasant. Alright, just need to pay a bit more attention, let's tryyyyyyy- argh!

[Another step has her legs slipping straight out from under her, and she slides across to another corner of the room on her knees, face first. After a highly unpleasant sounding crash, she lets out a low groan and slides down the wall until she's face down, making highly unhappy noises.]

I. Hate. This. Cave.

[As if to add insult to injury, the Pokemon who's been holding the gear this whole time proceeds to step out onto the ice and easily slide its way over to its hapless trainer, holding out the gear.]

What? Oh just... just shut it off, Champ. I don't even want to worry about that map idea until I'm out of this place, now. Oh, my head...

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[extraordinariness]

Ah, no... I see your dilemma there.

[Marcia lets out a sigh, trying to think of something she could offer as advice, but without magyk she really just doesn't know.]

I take it you didn't bring any snow shoes, did you? They would give your feet a better grip on the ground, I imagine.

[friendyousohard]

Snow shoes? No, I didn't. I saw a pair of ice cleats being advertised in Mahogany, but I never went to actually get them.

I'm kind of regretting that now.

[extraordinariness]

[Marcia hums thoughtfully. She hates thinking in terms of how weird this place is, but sometimes you just have to adapt to the impossible.]

I've heard there's a mail service here. So many more implausible things are possible, so do you think the mail service might deliver inside of a cave?

[friendyousohard]

You know I actually wouldn't be surprised. Maybe they have Pokemon specially designed to fly deliveries into one, or people who can run fast enough to get your order there in almost no time.

The latter probably wouldn't be a good idea in this cave admittedly. [And the former might make use of the Zubat line...]

[extraordinariness]

No, not particularly. Unless they were wearing the cleats you ordered, hm?

[She's running out of ideas on how to help, though. Poor kid. Marcia feels a little bad that she has to deal with this.]

Unfortunately, I'm running out of advice. I guess for now, all I can do is wish you luck in getting out of your little predicament.

[friendyousohard]

It's alright, I appreciate the effort regardless, and I wasn't really expecting much practical aid. At this point I think I'm really just venting steam.

[She looks up from the gear at the path she still has to head down and groans, but determinedly starts standing up again anyway.]

Well, nothing for it but to forge ahead. I'll speak with you again sometime when I'm in less of a painful predicament, miss.

[extraordinariness]

I understand the need to vent more than you can probably ever know.

[She nods her head though.]

Let's hope there's far less ice next time, hm?

[And with that, the video is off.]