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[icetogetaway]

100-199 philosophy

Simon Petrikov

PRONOUNS: he/him

AGE: 59 (1,058)

HEIGHT: Average

EYE/HAIR: white/dark brown (w/ grey streak)

PLAYER: Aave
PRONOUNS: She/Her

SQUICKS: none

NOTABLE CHARACTER TRAITS: An old depressed nerd who spent a pretty long time as a messed up ice wizard. Had a universe inside his head for a while.

OTHER NOTES: idk i'm pretty chill with most things so if there's something specific you wanna do let me know

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another memory for game

[icetogetaway]

In a lab within her candy castle, a labcoat-clad Princess Bubblegum is having you go through a bunch of tests to check your physical condition. It's been a couple of days since your return; PB wanted to do the tests right away, but Marcy insisted on letting you rest and recover. Nonetheless, you're still confused and overwhelmed enough that the whole procedure is a blur. You're pretty sure you wouldn't understand all this weird future machinery even if you had any medical knowledge to begin with.

Afterwards, when the tests are all done and she's taken a few minutes to look over the results, PB comes over to where you're sitting.

"The good news is that you don't seem to be dealing with any negative side effects from exposure to the crown or your encounter with GOLB. Your body temperature's kinda low, but otherwise you're a perfectly normal and healthy human in your late forties. Aside from one thing."

She hands you a piece of paper with... is that an X-ray? What the hell are you looking at here?

"My guess is that your heart didn't turn back because Ricardio is still at large. The replacement I gave you a few years back seems to still be working fine, but we're gonna need to keep an eye on it."

You ask for a clearer explanation because frankly this is not making a lot of sense. The story she proceeds to tell you is so bizarre and convoluted that you tune out most of it; something about a failed spell resulting in a runaway heart, ice caverns, Lady Rainicorn's pregnancy, poorly constructed biomass, it's all just a bunch of nothing to you. The only thing you really get out of it is that apparently you have a prosthetic heart now. It's made of candy and maracas.