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DROPBOX

This page is a quick way to get in touch with the mod team. If you have a suggestion for a future event, would like to request NPC interaction, need clarification on something, or have questions about anything Peckenpaugh-related, you can post that here. All comments on this page are screened initially, but threads with valuable information may be made public. You can also contact us via email at peckishmods@gmail.com. We will try to address all questions and requests in a timely manner. If it has been seven days and you have not received a response, we encourage you to bump your comment with an edit or reply.

What sorts of things can I ask about here?

• Questions about the setting at large.
• Questions about NPCs.
• Questions about the application or the character roster.
• If you need clarification of the rules, IC or OOC.
• If you would like mod assistance, permission or input on an event you'd like to run.
• If you want your character to do something, but aren't sure if it's okay to do, or if you'd like to know potential IC consequences before you do something.
• Suggestions for pcal slots, events or anything of that nature.
• Requests for NPC interactions with staff, townies and any other mod controlled characters roaming the hills.
• Requests for a roll if you're out late at night or otherwise doing something that might get you in trouble. What does the roll net you? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
• Once a month you may request an RNG roll to see if you find anything cool at Spellunking or are successful in acquiring spirits from Elflock Liquor.
• If you need to drop a character or leave the game. :(
• And, honestly, anything game related!

Comments

[themurderbird]

Trudy stops by Ms. Altizer's office when she seems to have time to entertain a few questions. At first, they're related to Arithmancy homework (she's not about to publicly declare a prediction based on errant shredded cheese again, thanks!) but then she asks about a dream she had. It seemed exceptionally realistic (she's not shy about sharing the details, if asked), and she wonders if there's anything to it, or if she should just stop drinking coffee late in the evening. She admits that this is perhaps a better question for Dr. Huang, but she prefers the Arithmancy approach to predictions, and besides, she just knows Ms. Altizer better and mostly wants her opinion on whether this is something worth the time to look into.

Next, looking a little triumphant, she produces a photo. "This looks like quite a party! Is that you and Mr. Berzelius? He didn't lose his eye to a vuvuzela, did he?"

[peckishmods]

Ms. Altizer is happy to help Trudy, and she asks her a number of increasingly specific details about the dream. What was the date again? The phase of the moon? The exact time and temperature in your room when you woke up? Was the voice she heard that of a blood relative? How close? What color were your shoes? She takes notes of each and every answer, then brings the notes to the whiteboard.

"Oh, David is a perfectly capable arithmancer," she tells Trudy as she starts to scribble symbols and equations on the board, plugging in numbers from her notes. "But he's a terrible arm wrestler." As she writes, she walks Trudy through the equation she's working on and how she assigned the numbers to the elements of her dream, inviting her to follow along on her calculator as Ms. Altizer whips through the mathematics in her head. But when she reaches the end, she stands up, puzzled. "It looks like there's a 95% chance of fire, but..." Ms. Altizer sighs and traces the path of the equation down the whiteboard. "Well, this might be nothing, but let me know if you remember any other details," she says, and she leaves the equation up as she returns to her desk. "If another dorm burns down then we don't get our bonuses."

Strange that Ms. Altizer doesn't seem to notice her equation looks an awful lot like a cicada.

The picture catches Ms. Altizer by surprise, and she lets out a loud guffaw when she sees it." I'd lay the blame more on Siberia medical care," she says with a wry smirk, but doesn't care to elaborate. "Don't tell me how you got this by the way, because I'm sure it's illegal."