Citria, Tezcatlipoca, and Corazon chatter away in the base's mess hall, relaxing on their day of rest. The topics drifting to the whims of Tezcatlipoca's mind and Corazon's verbose explanations, with Citria playing a more observational role, every so often asking questions the others have yet to ponder.

Ycthuthrheth barges in, and the drone's camera lens focuses in on the three conversing. "Citria! Tez! Corazon! I need your help."

Citria faces the drone, making eye contact with the camera. "Yes?"

"The rainy season is about to start, and we've not done flood drills yet."

Tezcatlipoca, less than satisfied with the sudden change in his plan to do nothing, asks, "Is it urgent?"

"Heavy rain is expected tomorrow."

Corazon quickly gets ready to leave. "In that case, we cannot procrastinate on this matter any further." As he makes his way to the door, he says, "I shall help gather all of our fellow clan mates I can."

Before he makes his way through the door, Ycthuthrheth shouts, "Get them to gather in front of the mess hall!"

Corazon nods and shouts, "I shall!" as Citria and Tezcatlipoca make their way out to help with the task. Ycthuthrheth follows suit to prepare the presentation.

The weather outside is trying to deceive everyone. There is not a single cloud in the sky to choke the sun's rays. The wind seems a domesticated, unfanged breeze that at most gently nudges the giant mushrooms side to side. The air is about as hot and muggy as usual. From the sounds of the whelps playing to the chirps and chitters of local fauna in the fungal forest surrounding them, it seems they have all been successfully deceived. But they know the truth.

They split. Citria heads to the nursery, where she knows whelps are being nursed. Tezcatlipoca goes to the section of the forest he knows the whelps like to play. Corazon makes his way to the sleeping quarters, where there is bound to be a Xunari or two taking a mid day nap.

Once Citria arrives at the nursery, she gently taps on the door before letting herself in. Dread and Bloe are bottle feeding newborn whelps. In a soft, gentle voice, trying not to make the whelps cry, she tells them, "We are preparing for a flood. Come with me to the mess hall."

Dread and Bloe nod and gently put the whelps in strollers to bring along with them.

Tezcatlipoca is in the fungal forest, looking for any whelps that spend their time playing here. He lets out a whistle, and Irko whistles back. After a few whistles, he locates Irko, who is watching over Xochcatl, Tara, and Zuri. He approaches and tells them, "Ycthuthrheth is calling for all of us. It's for a flood drill."

Understanding that it's important, Irko commands the whelps to follow Tezcatlipoca back to the base. They follow with some fuss, a bit upset that their play time is cut short.

Corazon is knocking on the doors to every bedroom. If there is no response, he takes a quick peek in to make sure that the resident isn't asleep. And if they are, he gently nudges them awake and gets them to follow him. He heads to the mess hall with a just awoken Whisp, half-asleep Ivy, and a cranky Katherine.

Once back at the mess hall, Citria looks back at the sky. The weather's facade is beginning to slip. Clouds reach past the eastern horizon and begins to grasp at the sunlight. The once gentle breeze is starting to bite. A faint boom rumbles in the distance, barely perceptible to her ears.

The crowd gathers as Ycthuthrheth is setting up the presentation, and once it is done, it looks back at the group. Corazon, Citria, Whisp, Tezcatlipoca, Bloe, Dread, Irko, Xochcatl, Katherine, Ivy, Tara, Zuri, and the unweaned whelps. The entire colony is here. It clears its throat, it's "ehem" heard through the speakers of the drone proxy and begins to guide the colony through the drills. And surely enough, as the drills for the day concluded, the weather starts to show its true face. The rain falling might be forgiving now, but the crack of thunder tells that it will not be that way for long.

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Citria, Tezcatlipoca, and Corazon chatter away in the base's mess hall, relaxing on their day of rest. The topics drifting to the whims of Tezcatlipoca's mind and Corazon's verbose explanations, with Citria playing a more observational role, every so often asking questions the others have yet to ponder. Ycthuthrheth barges in, and the drone's camera lens focuses in on the three conversing. "Citria! Tez! Corazon! I need your help." Citria faces the drone, making eye contact with the camera. "Yes?" "The rainy season is about to start, and we've not done flood drills yet." Tezcatlipoca, less than satisfied with the sudden change in his plan to do nothing, asks, "Is it urgent?" "Heavy rain is expected tomorrow." Corazon quickly gets ready to leave. "In that case, we cannot procrastinate on this matter any further." As he makes his way to the door, he says, "I shall help gather all of our fellow clan mates I can." Before he makes his way through the door, Ycthuthrheth shouts, "Get them to gather in front of the mess hall!" Corazon nods and shouts, "I shall!" as Citria and Tezcatlipoca make their way out to help with the task. Ycthuthrheth follows suit to prepare
Mention Counter
Corazon: 5 mentions
Tezcatlipoca: 5 mentions
Citria: 5 mentions

201 to 400
the presentation. The weather outside is trying to deceive everyone. There is not a single cloud in the sky to choke the sun's rays. The wind seems a domesticated, unfanged breeze that at most gently nudges the giant mushrooms side to side. The air is about as hot and muggy as usual. From the sounds of the whelps playing to the chirps and chitters of local fauna in the fungal forest surrounding them, it seems they have all been successfully deceived. But they know the truth. They split. Citria heads to the nursery, where she knows whelps are being nursed. Tezcatlipoca goes to the section of the forest he knows the whelps like to play. Corazon makes his way to the sleeping quarters, where there is bound to be a Xunari or two taking a mid day nap. Once Citria arrives at the nursery, she gently taps on the door before letting herself in. Dread and Bloe are bottle feeding newborn whelps. In a soft, gentle voice, trying not to make the whelps cry, she tells them, "We are preparing for a flood. Come with me to the mess hall." Dread and Bloe nod and gently put the whelps in
Mention Counter
Bloe: 2 mentions
Corazon: 1 mentions
Dread: 2 mentions
Tezcatlipoca: 1 mentions
Citria: 2 mentions

401 to 600
strollers to bring along with them. Tezcatlipoca is in the fungal forest, looking for any whelps that spend their time playing here. He lets out a whistle, and Irko whistles back. After a few whistles, he locates Irko, who is watching over Xochcatl, Tara, and Zuri. He approaches and tells them, "Ycthuthrheth is calling for all of us. It's for a flood drill." Understanding that it's important, Irko commands the whelps to follow Tezcatlipoca back to the base. They follow with some fuss, a bit upset that their play time is cut short. Corazon is knocking on the doors to every bedroom. If there is no response, he takes a quick peek in to make sure that the resident isn't asleep. And if they are, he gently nudges them awake and gets them to follow him. He heads to the mess hall with a just awoken Whisp, half-asleep Ivy, and a cranky Katherine. Once back at the mess hall, Citria looks back at the sky. ((The weather's facade is beginning to slip. Clouds reach past the eastern horizon and begins to grasp at the sunlight. The once gentle breeze is starting to bite. A faint boom rumbles in the distance,
Mention Counter
Corazon: 1 mentions
Irko: 3 mentions
Tezcatlipoca: 2 mentions
Citria: 1 mentions
Xochcatl: 1 mentions
Whisp: 1 mentions
Katherine: 1 mentions
Ivy: 1 mentions
Tara: 1 mentions
Zuri: 1 mentions

601 to 710
barely perceptible to her ears.)) The crowd gathers as Ycthuthrheth is setting up the presentation, and once it is done, it looks back at the group. Corazon, Citria, Whisp, Tezcatlipoca, Bloe, Dread, Irko, Xochcatl, Katherine, Ivy, Tara, Zuri, and the unweaned whelps. The entire colony is here. It clears its throat, it's "ehem" heard through the speakers of the drone proxy and begins to guide the colony through the drills. And surely enough, as the drills for the day concluded, the weather starts to show its true face. The rain falling might be forgiving now, but the crack of thunder tells that it will not be that way for long.
Mention Counter
Bloe: 1 mentions
Corazon: 1 mentions
Irko: 1 mentions
Dread: 1 mentions
Tezcatlipoca: 1 mentions
Citria: 1 mentions
Xochcatl: 1 mentions
Whisp: 1 mentions
Katherine: 1 mentions
Ivy: 1 mentions
Tara: 1 mentions
Zuri: 1 mentions
Bloe is in 2 chunks
Corazon is in 4 chunks
Irko is in 2 chunks
Dread is in 2 chunks
Tezcatlipoca is in 4 chunks
Citria is in 4 chunks
Xochcatl is in 2 chunks
Whisp is in 2 chunks
Katherine is in 2 chunks
Ivy is in 2 chunks
Tara is in 2 chunks
Zuri is in 2 chunks
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