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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[This narration wishes that Evelyn could see Philip's face just as much as the other narration, but Evie will have to do with making a surprised sound as she feels something explode into pieces on the floor only a couple of feet away. Drawing her feet up and back, eyes wide and unseeing, she feels her pulse slow as Philip tries to explain.]

Your...mirror?

[They talked about this, didn't they? The mirrors? She has to have one, too, but it's not as though people get to interact with them all that often. She'd almost forgotten about them up until one wrote on her looking glass. Evelyn can only wonder what Philip's is like.]

I can't say that it was all that inappropriate, it was just a-