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[Chekov has been maintaining radio silence since the fifteenth. The rampant alcohol-induced misery in the City, however, prompts a network post.]

Celebrations yesterday, vomiting in the streets today. It feels like the first of January.

My father has told me many ways to cure a hangover--some of the ways are ridiculous--so I will share his better suggestions. Drink pickle brine; the potassium, magnesium, and electrolytes will help. Mineral water is good, too, as is kvass, but I don't know there to find that in the City. If these don't help, jump into a very cold body of water. The cold should be enough of a distraction to make you forget your other miseries.

[There's an uncertain pause.]

Also, I have a question.

I realize that, normally, actions taken during curses are to be forgiven. What if a cursed action is encouraged or preceded by uncursed actions? Say--and this is only an example--two friends have an argument, and that becomes a fight. Maybe the fight is somewhat violent, but not so bad until the curse takes hold and one of the participants does something extreme. When uncursed and cursed are close like that, how do you know where one turns into the other? Is there a time when a cursed action is not forgivable?

[He clears his throat. It's a troubling topic, which is why he feels a need to end on an entirely different note.]

Pickle brine for hangovers. Remember that. You heard it from a Russian, and a Russian never lies about these things.

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Uh...what's mass conservation?

Oh! Being a ghost means that your soul is outside your body and doesn't need your body anymore. Then Orin takes your body to Hell and burns it so that Hell stays hot, except she doesn't have to anymore because I have fusion and suns, but she does it anyway. But the two-body girl, Miss Satori tells me that the way it works is...I think her soul follows her body around. So it's like there's two of them! Except they think the same things.

Hi! I'm Reiuji Utsuho -- uh, I think here people get names backwards, so that means Utsuho is the name everyone calls me. Which one is the name I call you?

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Most people say, "Mass can be neither created nor destroyed." Eh... the number of particles that make up one thing will be the same if that thing is transformed into another, although there is energy to consider, but that is unimportant.

This is all very confusing to me. In the world I come from, there is no evidence that ghosts or souls or Hell is real, even after-- [pause] What do you mean, you have fusion and suns?

Utsuho, thank you. I am called Pavel and Chekov equally, if you prefer one over the other.

I can create nuclear fusion. Just...can do it. And using it, I can build small suns. I'm working on getting them bigger. I got this from a Yatagarasu -- a sun god. I have its powers. But I guess what you said makes sense, because I take atoms and smash them together into bigger atoms and that's how I make fusion. The atoms are all still there. I...well, don't really know much more about how it works, just that I can do it.

Oh, I live in Hell. I keep the hellfires at the right temperature.

I understand fusion at the atomic level, but everything else you are saying is beyond me. Your world sounds--if I may say--fascinating.

You want to see it up close?

I would, yes! If it's no trouble to you, of course. What you can do is something that no one in my world has an opportunity to see in person.

Okay! How...do I find you? I can fly, but the City is really big, and there are a lot of people.

Hey, do you have spell cards? We can have a duel. Or I can just show you, but it's more fun to fight.

You can tell me where you would like to meet. I can send a map to your device, if you don't have one already.

[fake download!]

Spell cards? No. [At the mention of dueling, though--] Is there a day other than today that you would prefer? I believe I'm meant to avoid strenuous activities like dueling.

Whoa. A picture showed up. I didn't know you could put pictures on this thing. I thought it just showed people.

Oh, well, if you don't have spell cards, I'll win really fast, and that's boring. But I can show you anyway -- I like making suns.

Hmmmmm. Let's go out on the beach, because it has a lot of open space. I'll meet you at the lighthouse.

It can do a number of things. I would show you, if you like. I can also make modifications to it to make it simpler for you to use.

Lighthouse, good. I will look forward to meeting you.

That's good. Uh...it keeps showing what I think might be words, but, well...

I can't read, and Orin kept telling me that I should learn, and I didn't think I'd ever need to!

See you there.

[ooc: what do you want to do for this? just continue here?

also, much apologies for forgetting the voice tag, because Utsuho actually can't type and I'm lame XD]

You won't need to, I can fix it for you.

[ooc: Oh, don't worry! I'm good with whatever you like--skipping to action, handwaving, whatever.]

[Utsuho shows up near the lighthouse and is amusing herself by using hellfire to melt piles of sand. Her left hand looks like a glassblowing furnace, pale yellow to white-hot, with flickers of red-orange fire trailing off the sides. It's a little too thick and fluid to be normal fire as it slides down to the ground along with the liquid glass that hisses and crackles as it cools on the ground.

[ooc: haugughg sorry so much for disappearing. weekend ate all my time.]

[Chekov has seen a lot of interesting things both in and out of the City. Someone melting sand with her hands, however, is new. Once he arrives at the lighthouse, he watches her curiously.]

Utsuho?

[ooc: Not to worry!]

[She glances up and dispels the fire, shaking the glass from her hand. It seems to have done no damage at all to what seems like ordinary skin.]

Hey! You showed up! I figured you might have gotten scared or something, with how long it took you to get out here.

[A devious smile crosses her lips, and she jokingly points her arm cannon at him as if to shoot.]

Scared? Of course not. I see people use the power of fusion all the time.

[He holds his hands up in mock surrender. (Or it could be real surrender. She can make suns; if she wants real surrender, she can have it.)]

Hah. Well, then, let me start out with a bang!

[She's clearly joking around, but she has just enough tact to aim away from him as she points the cannon into the air. Her other hand reaches into a pocket. Kicking off the sand, she zips out over the water, giving herself a lot of space.]

I modified this one so it'll be easy for you to not get hit. Spell card, Hell's Tokamak!

[Her cannon blasts out fire at such a prodigious rate that it's surprising she doesn't just get rocketed away. Two suns form up, about 100 feet in diameter each, one to either side of Chekhov. They snarl and roil, spinning there in all their malevolent heat. They seem to have their own gravity wells, but since he is standing right between them, they're both pulling him in opposite directions, and all he's feeling is the normal downward force. It seems like the heat should be too oppressive, but it seems to be just magically contained enough not to scorch him up. It's still pretty brutal, though.]

[He crouches low to the ground instinctively when she begins to fire. The physicist in him is fascinated, feverishly trying to catalog everything as it happens and determine how this is physically possible. Mostly, though, he's just as excited as any teenaged boy with an appreciation for grand explosions and fires, even if the experience comes with way more heat than the Russian would like.]

That is amazing! [sheepishly, he adds:] I am suitably impressed. Can you turn them off before they kill me?

Oh yeah, sure. Right, my spell cards really can kill people, although I'm restraining the suns magically so they don't just vaporize everything that isn't me. After all, spell cards aren't supposed to be lethal...

[She looks sheepish as she dispels the suns; they dissolve into a million wisps of flame and then vanish as if they were never there. The only sign is the glass beneath them, two perfect circles where the sand melted and hardens now into crackling shards.]

So I'm guessing that's not the kind of fusion power you see all the time?

Thank you for not vaporizing me.

[He immediately runs over to examine one of the circles of glass.]

What? No, never! I see it in stars and in some types of power cells, but never like this! No being in my universe--not that I know of--can harness power like that.

Sure, I try not to.

Well, that's magic for you. There are a lot of different kinds, but that's mine. I don't know what I'm going to do with it here, other than heat up the damn place, but.

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