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Random Encounter
A cinderpigeon accidentally drops something from above.
A half-eaten market roll smacks the ground close enough to scatter crumbs across your boots and lower legs, followed by a soot-gray bird landing on the nearest ledge with the posture of a magistrate reviewing evidence.
Two more cinderpigeons arrive a heartbeat later.
Then three.
Then six.
They're all sizing you up and weighing the value of that pastry, and the crumbs all over you.
[ There will be no admin intervention. ]
A half-eaten market roll smacks the ground close enough to scatter crumbs across your boots and lower legs, followed by a soot-gray bird landing on the nearest ledge with the posture of a magistrate reviewing evidence.
Two more cinderpigeons arrive a heartbeat later.
Then three.
Then six.
They're all sizing you up and weighing the value of that pastry, and the crumbs all over you.
[ There will be no admin intervention. ]
Random Encounter
08-15-2026, 02:02 PMRandom Encounter
A cinderpigeon accidentally drops something from above.
A half-eaten market roll smacks the ground close enough to scatter crumbs across your boots and lower legs, followed by a soot-gray bird landing on the nearest ledge with the posture of a magistrate reviewing evidence.
Two more cinderpigeons arrive a heartbeat later.
Then three.
Then six.
They're all sizing you up and weighing the value of that pastry, and the crumbs all over you.
[ There will be no admin intervention. ]
A half-eaten market roll smacks the ground close enough to scatter crumbs across your boots and lower legs, followed by a soot-gray bird landing on the nearest ledge with the posture of a magistrate reviewing evidence.
Two more cinderpigeons arrive a heartbeat later.
Then three.
Then six.
They're all sizing you up and weighing the value of that pastry, and the crumbs all over you.
[ There will be no admin intervention. ]