Chương 216: Cycle 44 (Gigi)

Dear diary,

The ducks have migrated from the north pond to the south pond. I don’t know how their internal clocks work, but every six or so cycles they switch ponds. I guess migration instincts run deep. 

They run in me, too. Not as deep, but I do feel a desire to explore. I want to see what else is in the dungeon, but not enough to leave the floor by myself. I’m still too afraid of being alone. 

So instead I’ll just wait for the Players to arrive. The real Players, not the Floor 93 people. They’ve already been through here. The real Players should be here soon, like tomorrow. Or maybe tonight. 

Maybe I should ask to join a group. Travel down with them, as a… If I wanted to do that, I should start practicing spells and attacks. Or maybe just get stupid good armor and take damage for them? I’d have to go with the last group to pass through, or else the inn would be unattended. 

I wonder how many Players there are? There used to be a lot a lot, but now there’s just a bunch. Every so often there just becomes less of them. I should try counting. 

I might try talking to Alice again, see if she wants to explore. I know she’s afraid of dying and being hurt, but there’s… precedent. The other catgirls did it, so we probably won’t run into too many hostile things. If we do, we can always ask the other catgirls what to do about them. 

Although, I don’t really want to do that. I’d like the pride of having figured it out by myself. Plus, that would give me something to do that wasn’t duck related. 

Not that the ducks aren’t adorable and worthy of 100% of my attention, but variety is the spice of life. If I left and were met with horrible, teeth-filled monsters, I’m sure I would appreciate the ducks more.

In other news, I’ve decided to try making jewelry again. There are a couple metal jewelry things in the shop, and there are several types of rope and string available. All of it will be orange, because of course it will, but I think I’ll be able to make some pretty things. Especially if I find some cool rocks to polish up. 

If jewelry making gets too technically difficult, I might just try macrame. I don’t quite remember all the dozens of knot patterns, but I can draw them out if I figure it out once. Then I won’t have to worry about forgetting. 

And I mean, I have an inn. I don’t think anyone will ask where all the super cool giant macrame wall hangings came from all of a sudden, but they might. It would be cool to say “oh, yeah, I made those. No big deal”.

Speaking of art things, Cindy has been making origami again. It’s good she has a hobby, but I really don’t want to have the floor covered in paper frogs like some kind of divine plague again. 

Unless…

We could rig some of them to explode and put them all around the exit for the Players to deal with. That would be fun. 

I’ll suggest it tomorrow. 

Gigi