Hallelujah it's Raisinettes

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[Oh my god it was blizzarding anemoi clearly the obvious thing to do under these circumstances was to make it blizzard harder.  Palom can be found directly outside the apartments with his staff held high in the sky, pointed upwards, and the snow coming down much, much heavier around his tiny body.  He is soon half-buried, but oh well who cares about your lower limbs when it was raining memories.

Alternatively, he is doing you a favor and pointing his staff at you and screaming something about holding out your arms.  Beware of a vast number of incoming hailstones.  ...Maybe you want to run.]

Quick get a bucket; they're coming down everywhere it's almost as good as candy raining from the sky!  Wait, where are you going?!  Stop, come back, you're gonna miss 'em all!

[action 2]
[Did anyone really not predict this coming?  The following morning, Palom rolls out of bed and moans as he hits the floor with a runny nose, a sore throat, and a fever.  Despite this, he crawls downstairs for breakfast anyway.  ...In the dining hall, astute folks will notice that every time the little boy in the corner sneezes, something nearby turns into a pig, a frog, a lovely marble statue, or is set on fire.

...Hopefully, that something nearby isn't you.]

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So let me get this straight.

The government here is hiring amnesiacs - some of which are kids - until we can earn back our memories. I don't know why, but something about this just sounds really sketchy to me.

[Just arrived and already breaking out the sarcasm! Clearly this kid is a real gem.]

Anyway, I'm new here, and there are some rocks falling from the sky. Could somebody help me get to the apartments without getting pelted too much by it? It doesn't look too heavy right now, but I don't think I want to risk it. I'm already suffering from memory loss, so there's no need to make it worse.

Soul Rhapsody

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[Action]
[For the past few weeks, Jr. has been trying - and failing - to get his shiny new floating skateboard under control. It hadn't taken him long to realize that the thing just kept rising, with no way of steering it back down. First, rocks were tied to it. Then scraps of metal. He even tried his bed, but that didn't work so well - not only did it defeat the purpose of zooming around on an awesome floating skateboard, but it left him without a place to sleep at night, and was more trouble than it was worth.

Never one to give up easily, Jr. had his brain working overtime to find a way of making this work. And so he had fashioned a series of metal tracks with a kind of pulley attached to the skateboard, and he added more to the tracks every day. Eventually he had enough to make a track around the apartments that headed toward the forest. And so the residents of Sirocco would likely see and/or hear a short redhead laughing happily as he zooms around his makeshift track on his floating skateboard.]

[Phone]
Does anybody know what happens to the people that leave here? Do they just vanish, or what? That white-haired guy and his huge dog have been missing for a while now...