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[clottedcream]

Out of curiosity, for those of you that obtained an item for free from Ydalir, what did you receive?

I received a rather fine-looking hat, myself, but whenever I wear it, it... forces my speech into uncontrollable and highly irregular patterns for my usual manner of speech. Which is a shame, considering I do like it.

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[purevanillacookie]

[ The little frown will make Vanilla shake the Staff gently to make it close it's eye again. Behave. ]

Indeed! It is harmless enough, I do not see anything that would cause injury. Either a small prank or the owner really loved it enough it absorbed traits of theirs! It should be quite easy enough to unravel the strands!

[ He saw what shifts after all. He sets his staff aside, eyes staring at the hat as he lays his hands on it and begins to gently nudge, to pluck and pull. If he snaps this one here... and he gently tugs on this little strand here. He doesn't think he can erase the magic entirely, but he should be able to severe the connection that causes the magic to occur when on the head.

Removing his hands when he thinks he's done, he peers at the new configuration. ]

Hm, that should do it... did you feel anything odd as you were holding it?

[ The next time Clotted Cream speaks, even without it on his head, it will activate the enchantment. Vanilla made it worse. ]

[clottedcream]

[ As Pure Vanilla works, Clotted Cream remains silent. He knows that work of this sort is delicate, and much concentration is probably required, so he doesn't want to interrupt.

The thing is, he feels nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing at all. So, when he goes to reply: ]

Nothin' unusual.

[ Wait. He grimaces, nose wrinkling. Did he just-- ]

Pure Vanilla, be ye sure ye changed it fer the better?

[purevanillacookie]

Oh....

[ HM, he had been sure... ah, could the broken parts of his Soul Jam vision been affected....? ]

No worries, my dear, give me a second...

[ Touching the hat again, he squints this time as he reweaves? Like this? Maybe tucks this strand and loops to cut the line that goes here...

When he tries to let go of the hat, he finds he cannot.

Clotted Cream will find he can't either. ]

... Aye, seems I've right gone an' made it worse. Blast.

[ Oh dear. ]

[clottedcream]

[ ... oh. Oh no.

Clotted Cream tries to let go of the hat. He tries! But his fingers seem to be stuck to it like they've been glued on. ]

Aye, seems like it. I be thinkin' we might need t' pay Ydalir a visit after all...

[purevanillacookie]

Nay, me lad, I'd be not wishin' to lay this upon her.

[ Hm. Hm! ]

Walk wid me, this way.

[ It's.... well there's no helping it, they're held together via hat, and Vanilla will gently walk with Clotted Cream in a certain direction, while also: ]

White Lily Cookie, my winsome lass! Where be ye?