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[the-diary-of-cacao]

Hi there, how ya doing?

[Currently on hiatus--please read the pinned post!]

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[Apologies for the absence. I've been rather busy elsewhere and not feeling much motivation for the Dairy of Cacao as of late. It's rather unfortunate, but perhaps in the future, I'll feel up to resuming this storyline. I just figured letting you know would be better than just being utterly silent.

[I'll be leaving this blog active, both for archival purposes and for a future-case scenario where I might come back to this. It's been really fun! But I can't fit this blog and everything else in my schedule and remain mentally sound with keeping up with everything.

[Thank you for your patience and understanding. Have a wonderful time, and hopefully we can all make stories together again!]

[the-diary-of-cacao]

Hello macadamia cookie!! -Candytuft

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"How do--"

He stops himself at that and looks around, his face morphing into a scowl more reminiscent of the bitterness Cacaonian cookies are better known for. He reaches over toward us again, hesitates, and then drags it closer to himself, glancing around and finding that pen Dark Cacao has taken to using while he's here.

What are you, and how do you know my name?

Isn't it rude to be writing in books that don't belong to you, dear? Just wait until your prince finds out.

Oh, wait. No. No, that's right. You don't care much for the prince.

[the-diary-of-cacao]

If there was a door it's not there anymore

What if it spreads to the main hall

The only source of water is with the licorice serpents

-♦️

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He reads that word. 'Licorice Serpents'. What are you talking about, Diamond? --That might be what he's thinking right now, that cookie. What on Earthbread might this be about?

If possible, move anything flammable as far away from the fire as you can so that it doesn't catch and spread further. Put as much distance between yourself and the fire. If all else fails, you may need to retreat to that corridor again until the fire dies down.

[the-diary-of-cacao]

What's wrong Macadamia cookie? Ya scared? Or just surprised?

-✨

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Oh yes, he is scared. Perhaps he wonders how it is that you know his name, dear Sparkles--how you and the others know his name. But he's watching the words bleed onto our pages and bleed into us, and he looks shocked. Oh, he's seen Dark Cacao Cookie with this book so many times before--he's seen the Prince write in it quite frequently. Perhaps--perhaps this isn't quite what he expected.

[the-diary-of-cacao]

Oh shoo-

Well hello there, dear cookie! Or who or whatever you are! Please do not panic upon opening this book. We are shrouds that communicate through this book and interact with others that write in it. This is a magical book, do not be surprised if your writing dissapears when you close this book.

Signing as a shroud, 🍺

PS. Nevermind the text above my message, it's a friend of mine.

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"What the fuck," he whispers--mostly to himself--before dropping the book back onto the bed. Perhaps it's a good thing he does--otherwise he might not have been able to catch himself on that crutch he's been using. He stares at us--at your words, Root Beer--with wide eyes filled with shock, filled with--confusion, perhaps, but also fear. There's those slitted eyes that coffee tribesfolk are known for.

He still stumbles nonetheless, and he almost falls backward until he manages to catch himself on the edge of the bed. "What the fuck," he breathes again--his breath shivers. Oh, that's new, coming from you. You aren't one to fear very easily.

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Fire's still in room. Won't be that way for long. What do I do what do I fucking do

-♦️

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Is there a doorway that leads into the room? If so, is the door made of wood or stone? If it's made of stone, close it. If it's made of wood, close it still if it's safe. The fire needs to be choked out. And then run back to the main antechamber--it's probably the most you can do.

[the-diary-of-cacao]

Alright then, Hello there Macadamia cookie

-✨

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And then he sees his name. And his body stiffens, his eyes widening. He clenches his jaw--that isn't healthy, dear, that isn't healthy--and after a few slow, stiff moments, he breathes in a slow and shaky breath.

Oh, it's the disappearing ink, isn't it? The words eaten by the page. Or maybe it's the fact that you've witnessed your name suddenly manifest itself before your eyes in greeting. Or--no, perhaps... perhaps it's even the fact that this is the very same book that you've seen your prince carry for months on end. The same one that he's written in almost religiously.

And yet we are almost empty. And our ink is being eaten. And we are speaking to you.

Yes. Yes, hello, Macadamia Cookie. How do you do, you old coot?

Are your hands shaking? Good.

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Hello person I don't know

Fire's getting bigger. Fuck. Shit.

-♦️

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Oh, he seems put off by the 'hello'. Yes, hello, Macadamia. You look so confused. It's such a hilarious expression upon your grizzled face.

Is it contained only within the room, or is it spreading beyond it?

[the-diary-of-cacao]

I don't

know

-♦️

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Maybe it's best to wait until the fire has died out and see what can be done from there. Thank goodness you were able to get out before anything more serious happened.

Opus, are you okay? Do you need me to fetch you?

Oh, no. This is the most interesting thing that has happened to us all week. Hello, Macadamia Cookie. What are you thinking? What an expression of confusion you wear, what big eyes you have--the better to see us with, we presume.

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Wait someone is holding opus? Opus what he doing to you now?

-✨

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He's opened us now. He's read your question. Say hello to Macadamia Cookie. We would like to witness his reaction.

[the-diary-of-cacao]

Opus takes one look at the cookie and goes "Yeah, I don't like you."

Let's hope they don't find out words are appearing out of nowhere, hmhm. Also Opus, arguably you can laugh here. Just go "Ha ha" or whatever laughing style you prefer.

-🐚&🍺

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Currently, he is examining the other books. He appears distasteful of the books in general, and has luckily not taken much stock of us, closed upon the Master's bedsheets. It likely will not last long, though. He picks the books that detail the adventures of Spud Cookie in his hands and shuffles it around, flicking through it with an almost bored trepidation for a moment. He sets it down, moves on to the next, treats it very much the same. The binding is hard--not paper. We've heard hard binding feels better on the hands. Although, perhaps that depends.

He clicks his tongue and drops it down on to the sheets, and he turns to us. And now he-- Ah. This one. This one has magic jam in his fingers, uncultivated, unused. How curious. What magic must he have dabbled in during his youth?

[the-diary-of-cacao]

The room is full of fire. Everything is burning. The harp is still playing. It smells like baking bread.

-♦️

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That... doesn't sound fortunate, Diamond. How are you supposed to proceed with the trial to escape?

How are you supposed to live laugh love in these conditions?

[the-diary-of-cacao]

well this is certainly something to check up on.

why is this situation so on brand of diamond to me?

Diamond, you good?

-Candytuft

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I mean, they're alive. I'm unsure if they have sustained any burns from that encounter or not.

[the-diary-of-cacao]

I mean by now we all know Diamond is safe. They escaped the fire room safely.

Well, that was certainly something. I bet opus is laughing their pages off right now.

-🐚&🍺

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We do not have a voice nor lungs with which to laugh. This situation is making us giddy with delight. Hmm. A cookie is coming toward us. They may be away from the fire, but I'm concerned that they might have accidentally burnt themself. Was there anything flammable in the room?

Oh. It's that Macadamia Cookie, is it? What happened to you? Your leg is bandaged up so tightly, sticky with flour... ah. It was your leg, wasn't it? You poor, old sap. He seems a sour, bitter sort. He's squinting at the Master's assortment of books at the moment.

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I THINK

I'M FINE

I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED

GIVE ME A MOMENT

-♦️

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Okay. Deep breaths, Diamond. Slow, deep breaths. You're okay. Slow, deep breaths.

[the-diary-of-cacao]

Okay PV please focus more on your 'business meeting' with Cacao, let's not freak him out shall we?

-🍺

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Business meeting is on hold until Diamond's safety is fully assured. I did inform Dark Cacao about the situation. I think he's concerned--rightly so, because that information came out of nowhere. Oh--he's upset that he didn't bring the book with him.