[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Tinder House
[b]Skills:[/b] Perception
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	Calm down, calm down, calm down. Think. There has to be some reason for this shit, right? Nothing happens for no reason, what could have caused this? Racking her brain of anything that could help. Lots of historical accounts of clothes doing bad things to people. The infamous mad hatters, driven insane by mercury poisoning, women going up in flame because of their dresses, lead poisoning from the white pigments used in make-up. Was that happening to her? It occurred to her then that the connecting thread of all those problems, other than fashion was that they were all byproducts of post Industrial Revolution manufacturing and long since resolved by modern regulations. So she probably wasn't hallucinating because of mercurial poisoning. Probably.

	What else glowed? Glowsticks? Glow in the dark t-shirts? She hadn't been fucking around with any chemicals that would cause a delayed reaction like that. And even if her hands were glow in the dark now, it wasn't nearly dark enough to elicit that reaction. Radiation? No, the whole glowing schtick was just a visual shorthand made by comic artists and cartoonists that never got disposed of; the same way a horse's trot didn't sound like two coconuts halves being hit against each other but everybody used it anyways. Right? Science was never her strongest suit. Could that little polyhedron doohickey be radioactive?

	She didn't think so? It was carved from bone. Radioactive materials weren't organic. They were metal and shit. Right? Mali really wished she had paid better attention in Chemistry. Well, if her hands were glowing and it was because of the little Relic she'd been carrying around with her, then logically, the glow was transmitted by physical contact, and by far the place she had spent the most time touching it wouldn't be her hands. It was stuffed in her bra, so her chest must be like a lighthouse if her hypothesis was correct, in any event, it wouldn't hurt to inspect the thing an see if it looked any different now than the last time she'd seen it. After double checking that nobody was looking , Mali reached down into her shirt and fetched out the prime suspect for the glowing case.
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Actions attempted: Check out the polyhedron for anything suspicious. Make sure her tits aren't aglow
Skills Used: Perception
Why: She's usin those eyeballs real hard
Desired Location: N/A[/hider]