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[ With the newly arrived Summoned quickly popping out of the desert like cactuses, an invitation is quickly dispatched to Summoned new and old alike. And while the invitation is all text much to Hilda's dismay, she's drafted up a couple of handmade copies in stunning calligraphy that she's thumbtacked to Sam's door for distribution to those that might miss her message otherwise.

And why yes, this was supposed to be an informal invitation but it's Hilda. Nothing she does is informal. But mostly it was to mess with Sam. ]

[ And then before the script fades away - she adds: ]

𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 (𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘮) 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶!

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[ breathe in, breathe out. ]

HILDA...
YOU REALIZE THIS ISN'T LIKE- AT ALL- INFORMAL
RIGHT?

[ actually...sam thinks about this for a second and decides to switch tactics.

this is on him, in the end. ]

IT DOES LOOK GREAT
JUST. REMIND ME TO BE A LITTLE MORE SPECIFIC NEXT TIME

[ it's like fate put a raincloud over her head as soon as she arrived to Abraxas and every day it precipitates "weird, new experience". she's on a tour of the seedier parts of Cadens when sparkly writing shows up on the side of a building — and another, aaaaand another. she ignores it for the better part of her entire day; she's not a stranger to graffiti, but it sparkling? that's new. ]

[ it's when she makes it back to her temporary room in the Sarstina Inn (which feels like a palace compared to her old jail cell) that she sees it glimmering on her table and starts trying to scrub at it with a sleeve to no avail. ]

what
what IS this

come off already i dont wanna get billed extra

What kind of food are we talking about here?
Don't get me wrong, I'll be there whatever it is.
I'd just like a preview.

Tonight is quite a broad time range.
Could you, perchance, be a bit more specific?

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