One incredible feat of sleep-deprived bakery architecture. [23/??? artefacts collected]

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[ It's the event's second night, around four o'clock in the morning.

The narration trusts that at this point everyone has found somebody to room with and is tucked into bed.

Fast asleep as opposed to completely deprived of the same ever since the event started.

And definitely not building a donut replica of Westminster Abbey in one of the conference rooms.

Nope.

Not happening anywhere at all. ]

[ ...For everyone who does not enjoy a little action at night, Philip will emerge from his building project in the morning and can subsequently be found
a.) making coffee in the coffee area
b.) drinking coffee in one of the cubicles and
c.) throwing coffee at the backstairs spiders

If you hear him humming a strange tune, well, that's just the melody his hot beverage gives off, because who needs a sense of smell when you can have a constant soundtrack instead? ]

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[ But hey, on the plus side that one startles him back into niceness. ]

It's- it's a salve, just a salve to... help with the noise a bit and so it won't get infected, just in case, it'll be... a bit cold....

[ Mumblemumbleapplyingcoldgelmumble. ]

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[ Intelligence and rational thinking make it clear that Philip would never actually cut his hand off. On the other grabbing appendage, Daniel is really bad at forgetting the things he actually wants to forget, and those include that one time when not-quite-Philip hacked him to death in his own room.

He flinches despite himself, and while Philip is lubing him up, he says tersely: ] Philip, that is not something to jest about.

[ His hand's shaking, but that's been going on for several hours now. ]

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[ He knows. Oh boy, does he ever know. He thinks he said it too, but the I know never makes it past his lips. He treats the hand in guilty silence instead and once Daniel is taken care of Philip hurriedly pulls out
a handkerchief, wipes the remaining burn gel off his hands and takes a step back ]

There.