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THIRTY-EIGHT: Hedonistic

THIRTY-EIGHT: Hedonistic

THIRTY-EIGHT

Hedonistic

Alden was supposed to meet Bti-qwol in a specific room of a building that looked like a concrete beehive. But she met his cart on the path before it even arrived at the door and practically yanked him out of it, shouting, >

Im half an hour early, Alden protested, jogging so that she wouldnt actually be dragging him along behind her.

> she babbled. assistant instead of coming himself. I had to order a new singer. One of the professors is disappointedin the tmithans I chose for him.>>

Alden decided to keep his mouth shut. The alien personnel manager looked like she was on the edge of either tears or violence, and since he was already committed for this event, he might as well try for a smooth experience.

You have no social recommendations, and this is a difficult event.>>

Im a waiter, right? Like Ill be carrying food to people? As long as I dont drop it.

> she said, looking aghast. Avowed waiter. You are there to create an impression. There are always thirteen Avowed waiters at this event. People expect to see them at LeafSong. Its a tradition!>>

If its that important, maybe one of the others?

Bti-qwols nostrils flared. >

She whisked him into the beehive. It was a natural history museum. Colorful lanterns, tables, and sprays of green and black plant life were artfully mixed in among the exhibits. And Alden stared up in awe at an enormous, magically suspended skeleton overhead.

Alien whale? The charcoal gray bones moved silently, swimming without ever going anywhere, and the sharp spines that must have protruded from the creatures sides in life were tipped with shining points that caught the light.

They wove through a jungle of potted plants, around glass cases full of fossils and alien animal models that moved so smoothly Alden wasnt really sure they were models. Then she led him through a hidden door, and they took a large elevator down a level to the place where all the work seemed to be getting done. People were racing around with carts full of decorations and padded boxes full of museum pieces.

Bti-qwol bulled her way through the chaos, telling everyone that her business was urgent and earning quite a few withering looks from Artonans who were clearly engaged in their own urgent business. A minute later, Alden found himself in a room that looked like a hastily assembled hair salon.

When it said to arrive early for a uniform, I wasnt expecting a full makeover.

Hed thought he would be taken to a closet full of spare shirts so that he could try them on. Or something similar. Of course, hed also thought that being waitstaff meant being waitstaff, and apparently that wasnt quite right.

He was stuffed into a chair by a tiny old woman with dark purple-brown skin and a lot of beaded necklaces. She gave him wevvi in a wooden bowl and started examining him through a pair of glasses with square rims.

> she said, pinching his cheek lightly. At his startled look, she stood on her tiptoes and peered deeply into his eyes. >

Thanks?

> she asked. >

Is that important? he replied after a moments hesitation.

> she muttered to herself, squeezing one of Aldens through his shirt and making a disappointed sound.

I think a four-foot tall centenarian is disappointed in my upper body strength.

The only thing keeping his feelings from being a little hurt was his confusion. She was doing his hair or something, right? Not hiring him to tend the oxen on her familys farm.

As if shed read his mind, she dug all of her fingers into his hair. > she said.

A vivid image of Stuarts half-bald, half French-braided look popped into Aldens mind, and he shuddered. He was so busy trying to think of ways to convince her not to try that particular style out on him, that it took him a while to notice the old ladys mirror was measuring him while he sat there.

A network of red lines had appeared on top of his reflection, and there were Artonan numbers out to the side. Why would anyone need to know the length of my nose?

Bti-qwol was standing by the mirror, examining one of the three inset screens. Alden couldnt see around her to the one she was looking at, but the others showed what appeared to be designs for armor and prosthetic add-ons for his face.

Alden suddenly realized that he would be wearing an elaborate costume tonight.

Unexpectedly, the idea brightened his mood a little. It was stressful to be doing a social event at all. And he was still frustrated and worried to be here at a party instead of on Moon Thegund where he was actually needed instead of some convenient piece to complete the special magic number of Avowed Bti-qwol had in mind.

But judging by the designs, it looked like his costumer was planning to put him in a set of green scale armor. That was kind of cool. A decent costume would give him a starting point for conversations at least, and

> Bti-qwol said, her tone dismissive as she swiped away whatever was on the screen shed been peering at. >

> the old woman said absently. >

> Bti-qwol argued.

>

him to be the focus of attention,>> Bti-qwol argued. >

>

> Bti-qwol said dismissively. >

The old lady made an angry noise and stomped over to her screens. Alden gave her an apologetic look in the mirror.

Bti-qwol had whipped out her tablet and now she was talking rapidly about what hed be doing. She had an annoying habit of micromanaging the assignment so that every single step of the evening became a part of the quest. Timers were popping up in front of his eyes for every little thing. There were even an alloted number of minutes for his bathroom breaks.

This is incredibly obnoxious, he thought, watching the timers minimize themselves into a string of green lights in his peripheral vision. The System here on Artona III did a good job of presenting him with information when he needed it and keeping it out of his way when he didnt, but he much preferred Joes method of giving a broad assignment and then offering advice on how to complete it rather than a bunch of official quest steps.

Alden would naturally have been polite to guests who spoke to him at the party. Being ordered to do it, complete with a reminder that would flash over peoples heads, made him want to act like a barbarian to spite Bti-qwol.

He distracted himself by shoving his hand into his pocket and swapping Joes magic ring from finger to finger. It was capable of resizing itself, but not infinitely. It was too loose on his pinkies.

Hed spent the whole of the afternoon lab session playing with its magic by subtly manipulating the bottle full of pills he had neglected to take during his emergency teleport. Joe had said the ring would make up for the lost dexterity stat from the coat, and that had led Alden to believe it would work similarly.

It was a completely different effect, though. It was like anything he held in the hand with the ring on it didnt want him to let go of it. Everything clung to his fingers for just a fraction of a second after hed dropped it. Heavy or light, the weight of object didnt seem to matter much. Alden had tried it out on some of the lab equipment after the students left, and hed almost broken a beaker trying to show Sophie how he could splay all his fingers, and it would hang for an instant, pressed against his palm like it had been glued there.

To his disappointment, the sticky effect didnt work on items he was currently preserving. If his skill was active, it was like the ring wasnt there at all. But at least it would keep him from dropping the items when they werent in the preservation state.

By the time Bti-qwol left, there were a couple of humans from the boater and a lortch present. They were getting dressed in their own costumes with help from an Artonan man. One of the boater members had arrived with her makeup already done, so they clearly knew the drill from previous years or had been prepped for it over the course of the week. She had a river of purple paint running in a line down the center of her face.

One of the lortch was in a leather costume absolutely bristling with short blades. Maybe hes a Meister of Knives? Since Alden was going to be a Ryeh-bt it seemed reasonable to assume the other Avowed would have class specific outfits.

Chris from the boater was taking an elaborate headdress covered in gears out of a box, and he was a Wright so it seemed like a good guess.

The old woman waited until Bti-qwol had been gone for a long while before she started speaking again. She was flinging makeup brushes around with a lot of force and breathing rather loudly for such a small person.

artist,>> she told Alden as she swiped away the image of the beige and brown robe and wing set Bti-qwol had approved with a wrinkled hand.

Ishes probably just really stressed out, he said placatingly.

He didnt know if the woman had a translator or not because she kept right on steaming as she started opening drawers and slapping packets and bottles onto the table beside her.

> she said in a mocking whine. favor because they called at the last minute and my grandsons team has another event!>>

Shes definitely going to shave my head, he thought, staring as she approached with a slightly larger version of the hooked razor hed been given in his care package.

You know I dont care a ton about my hair, he said. But I do like having some of it. Even if its really short that would be better than nothing. In case you were wondering.

>

She grabbed the razor.

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While Alden froze in place, she started grabbing locks of hair and whacking at them. At least she didnt seem to want him completely bald. She was cutting off apparently random amounts from each lock, but not so much that it couldnt be repaired by a human barber.

I wonder if I get a bonus for this. It feels like the kind of thing I should get a bonus for.

In the mirror, he couldnt tell what was happening to his own appearance yet, but Chris had started covering his own arms and legs in bodypaint behind a sheet of plastic. He was a skinny guy, and the off-white paint made him look like a ghost in need of a good meal. But over the next half hour he was transformed into something quite a bit more alien. He had knee-length white robes and the headdress made of moving gears. Something attached to his back teeth made his mouth glow a poisonous green when he opened it.

He seemed to be reciting lines. >

Is there supposed to be some kind of theatrical component to this? Alden asked.

He hoped he wasnt included in it. Hed been a raccoon in an elementary school play once, and hed forgotten which piece of trash he was supposed to steal from a pile of it on the stagewhich was his one and only job. Hed frozen there, agonizing over the horrors of stealing the wrong crumpled chip bag, and had to be rescued by another raccoon.

> the old woman said while she worked slender orange wires into Aldens freshly chopped hair. untranslatable ship on untranslatable.Silly line to make drunk people laugh. Tasteless.>>

So she can understand me. She had a habit of talking to herself instead of him, so he hadnt been sure.She must have had a translator in her glasses.

What kind of ship? Alden asked.

Untranslatable ship,>> she said.

The word wasnt untranslatable. It was something like escape or evacuation. Alden knew because hed heard Joes assistants use it to describe his role in coming to pick them up on Moon Thegund.

Lunervikk couldnt have been human, since he would have died before Earth even met the Artonans. But if the gray-white paint and the eerie green mouth-light were meant to make Chris look like a member of another species, Alden couldnt pinpoint which one it was.

> she said sternly. >

She chuckled as if shed said something very funny.

Bti-qwol said I had to smile.

>

Um This lady would get along well with Sophie.

>

Didnt Bti-qwol say beige Ryeh-bts were known for their shyness? She seemed to have a vision that involved Alden blending in with the environment and being discovered by hungry partygoers before he disappeared again. Like a game of hide-and-seek with special effects appetizers for a reward.

Alden wasnt entirely opposed to it. Standing off in a corner sneaking bites of food for most of the party was easier than real mingling.

> spat the costumer. match the walls. Subtle Ryeh-bt that wont distract fromfood.>>

She was gelling Aldens wire-laced hair into a pointy halo that was probably going to be a nod to a male Ryeh-bts skull spikes. Behind her, notices kept popping up in the mirror.

Are there other people working on the costume somewhere? he asked. How else were they going to finish in time?

>

She stepped back and admired her handiwork. The wires in Aldens hair were glowing orange.

> she said enthusiastically.

Alden examined the paint bottles on the table. Not a single one of them was beige.

The old woman didnt finish Aldens costume until there was a timer blinking in his vision reminding him he had to be upstairs in a few minutes. It had far less to do with the complexity of the outfit, which had been delivered to them fully made almost an hour before, and more to do with the fact that she seemed intent on making absolutely sure Bti-qwol would be unable to alter anything about the design.

Alden examined himself in the mirror. He didnt always get Artonans, and he knew next to nothing about their fashion, and even less about what they wanted from Avowed at their parties. But a loud enough screw you was universally recognizable.

He was dressed in pitch black formal wizards clothes. There was no mistaking it. The harem pants, the wide sleeved coat, and the shockingly comfy boots made him look like Joes cousin from the dark side. The coat was even embroidered with sigils.

There were a set of large Ryeh-bt wings attached to Aldens back with a nearly invisible harness, and he did have the glowing orange wires in his hair. But the costumer hadnt even gone for much makeup. He had a simple pair of black and orange bands painted across his eyes in a nod to a mask.

He was very recognizable as himself, unlike most of the other Avowed hed caught glimpses of in their costumes.

It looked really cool. And like it was probably a political statement. One loud enough that hed actually considered asking the old woman not to do it.

But it had occurred to him that this might actually get him out of the party without any damage to his own reputation or Joes. So hed justlet it all happen.

Bti-qwol was so controlling; Alden was absolutely sure she would want to look him over before the event started. Shed have no choice but to send him away after she saw him. The trip to rescue the kids could be salvaged, and all he had to do was act like he was too dumb to know he should have called Bti-qwol when the costume first appeared.

> the woman encouraged him. >

Oh right. Like I want people to choke.

It was easier than it should have been to get the expression right. The fake fangs shed given him pulled a lot of weight, turning any half-hearted smile faintly sinister.

Apparently the variety of Ryeh-bt he was representing was known for its rebellious nature.

The costumer cackled joyfully and patted Aldens arm. >

He didnt understand what she meant until she literally pulled out a silver marker and grabbed the edge of a wing to sign her name on it.

Met-oosa? Alden asked, trying to pronounce it right.

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He finally left the dressing room and maneuvered his way through the hall, careful not to bash his wings against the carts full of tableware and covered platters that were lined up by the elevators. Met-oosa followed after him, chortling to herself at every shocked stare they earned from the workers. She seemed absolutely delighted to be making a scene.

Alden pressed his palm to the elevator panel. Part of him expected Bti-qwol to bust out and tackle him to the ground the second the doors opened, but instead he came face to face with Manon, who was a pastel pink Ryeh-bt in a jumpsuit patterned with rhinestones, and the lortch with all the knives.

> the lortch hissed, brow ridges crinkling as they stared at Alden. >

Manon looked a little shocked, then she smiled as well as she could around her snout. Dont worry. Im sure its fine!

> said the lortch. >

Oh, Bti-qwol is so busy, though! We humans have given her a hard time today. First there was Lauras accident, and now Farhan is having an allergic reaction to one of the floral sprays. She shook her head. In fact, let me head upstairs with you, Alden. Bti-qwol was supposed to be there to talk us through everything one last time, but shes going to miss her chance at this rate. Ive done this so many times I can cover it myself.

Her lips had been painted to match her face, and she had costume contacts in. When she smiled, she really did look like a snake.

I was so paranoid about her arranging my thoughts, but Im almost positive she hasnt done anything to me lately. And she seems shocked by the costume. Yet here we all are

It wasnt like he had proof, but this felt an awful lot like someone had been pulling strings to create a perfect disaster for Bti-qwol.

Thwart Hogs wrong about Manon and her dolls not being a big deal. If you manage the lives of a dozen people, theres a ripple effect. Even bystanders get pulled into it in unexpected ways.

Maybe Manon didnt know what the real-world effects of her rearrangements would be. She was just aiming for a finished puzzle that suited her. Or one that didnt suit Bti-qwol.

Alden was too high ranking to control, so she hadnt wanted him near her boater. But break the correct dolls knee, and Alden or someone else like him would just fall into place with the rest of the puzzle. Make another doll stand next to a hay-fever bouquet, and all of the sudden, the personnel manager was busy at just the wrong moment to notice Alden, Manon, and a beaming Met-oosa stepping off the elevator into the museum.

Well, something this dramatic probably didnt happen every time the Rabbit shoved puzzle pieces around. Bti-qwol had done more than her fair share of the work. Shed been abrasive to so many people this week, she was bound to butt heads with someone who was willing to butt back eventually.

But this was going to completely ruin Aldens escape plan. If nobody in charge saw him, how was he going to get out before the party started? And how mad are the people in charge going to be when they look like jokes in front of all the guests?

I need to pee, he said suddenly. Wheres the bathroom?

Oh weve only got a few minutes before the doors open! Manon gave him a reproachful look. We have to line up for the welcome of the incoming guests.

Then Ill pee fast. System, wheres the bathroom?

Manon made a sound of protest, but it was hard to seriously argue with someone who claimed they urgently needed the toilet. Alden dashed toward the restroom. Met-oosa chased after him at a shuffle, calling out warnings every time she thought the giant black wings might crash into one of the displays.

The second he was in the restroom, he texted Bti-qwol. And promptly got a notice saying shed listed him as a low priority contact, and hed be added to her queue.

Next he called Joe. Hed requested video, but Joe set it to audio.

Hello? Do you miss me that much after only a few hours, Alden? Youre getting very dependent, you know.

Youre coming to the party tonight, arent you? Alden said in a rush. Are you at the museum already?

Maybe if he threw himself in front of Joe, the professor would have an excuse to complain to someone and get him thrown out.

Im on my way there in a cart full of some very charming friends. Then, via text, he added, [Im only talking to you at all right now because this group should think you and I have an unusually close bond. I cant do this at the party, so get whatever it is off your chest quickly.]

He must be with the students from the mishnen incident, Alden realized. Or their parents.

They would probably be relieved to think that Alden was one of Joes private contractees. It made it less likely that he would go around blabbing about their mistakes.

How much trouble would I be in if I wore the wrong outfit to the party? Alden asked.

Im flattered that you love the lab coat so much, but its really not formal enough. You should wear what youre given.

I am wearing what I was given. Bti-qwol was incredibly condescending to the costumer, and waitis there a way toSystem, send Joe a selfie! Like a picture of me in my costume? Can you do that?

Joe sighed. Im embarrassed for you in this moment, he said, his face appearing to float in front of Alden with no background whatsoever. Whats so awful about

He trailed off, looking speechless for a couple of seconds.

You can see me? Alden gestured at himself. Do I need to fake a stomach virus and hide out in here until someone comes to fire me or something?

Alden, Im stunned. You make such a stylish wizard. With embroidery indicating youre quite accomplished in the transmogrification field. Which explains the wings. You must instruct me, Master, for I am but a lowly

JOE, please, said Alden.

Well, its definitely a statement. A controversial one

I figured that out, but are people going to throw spells at me or just ask me to leave the party?

Nobodys going to throw spells at you in public, silly. How did this happen to you again? [And why didnt you just call the personnel manager when it started happening?]

Bti-qwol made this ancient lady named Met-oosareally angry. And I was pretty annoyed with her, too. And I know thats not a good excuse, but I figured nobody could blame you or me for it and I could maybe go pick berries tonight. Only now Bti-qwols not even around to send me back to the dorms, and Im going to have to actually wear this in front of everyone.

Joes face turned sideways as he spoke to the people in the cart with him. The System didnt translate, but it seemed like a lively conversation. Joe laughed several times before he looked back at Alden.

The consensus is that its funny, said Joe. Wear it.

Funny.

Too outlandish to be offensive to anyone whos not absurdly sensitive. Embarrassing for the honors student and, by extension, the school. But someone says your costume designer used to be a fairly well-known local artist. They all thought she was dead by now. The storys only going to get more hilarious after everyones had a few drinks. [Youll need to be pleasant and agreeable all night long, though. Or you really might offend the wrong person.]

I think I have a stomach virus after all.

[Dont be a baby. Its just a party. You can enjoy the peace and quiet on Moon Thegund tomorrow night.]

With only the dubious comfort of Joes new friends finding his predicament funny, Alden marched out of the bathroom.

Met-oosa was there to make sure he hadnt hurt the wings at all. He wondered if she was planning to stick to him until she was thrown out. Maybe she was just waiting for Bti-qwol to arrive and see what shed done?

Alden joined the other Avowed by the doors. Everyone gaped at him except for Manon, who was beaming. Drinks! she said, and an Artonan waiter whod been standing off to the side brought Alden a tray of fizzing blue liquid in shot glasses to hold.

He targeted the man and took it, assuming there was no reason not to use preservation on the drinks.

Everyone else had trays of the same beverage. They stood in two evenly spaced lines by the door, except for Chris, who was struggling with a giant metal launcher that couldnt possibly be as deadly as it looked.

Alden, did Bti-qwol have time to introduce you to your helpers?

She didnt, said Alden. But she mentioned them.

Manon pointed out four of the real waitersnon-wizard Artonans who would keep him supplied with whatever he was supposed to be serving and take over his zones of the museum whenever he was otherwise engaged. Alden wondered if theyd all looked this incredibly nervous before he arrived.

Maybe they did, he thought hopefully. Maybe it has nothing to do with me.

The overhead lights went off. The ceiling behind the flying whale bones turned into a field of stars. The museum was suddenly a dark forest of greenery and colorful pools of light from the lanterns. The display cases and ornaments on the walls were lit at random with gold spotlights that faded in for a couple of minutes and then out again as other objects took their turn.

Alden stepped from side to side to keep his tray of drinks cold.

At precisely the right time, the doors swung open, and a group of wizards Alden assumed were in charge of the school walked in, chatting with a crowd of well-dressed people. Prospective students and parents flooded in after them.

Alden held out his drinks. He was trying to smile, but he was afraid his fangs were making it look like a glower. A man dressed in a rainbow-colored coat stopped in front of him and stared. He had so much embroidery on him that he looked like a tapestry.

Oh my god, Joe was wrong. Im going to get turned into a frog. I bet this guy can do that. I bet he can turn me into one of those alien frogs with the turtle shells. Its karma for letting Bti-qwol kill that one on my first day here.

The man turned to a woman in a similarly embroidered outfit behind him. > he said with a laugh.

He took one of the drinks from Aldens traythank goodness, hed been frozen in place for long enough for them to no longer be preservedand lifted it in a toast to the crowd behind him. > he shouted.

Everyone who poured through the doors was grabbing a glass and lifting it.

All of the sudden there was a thunderous roar, and streamers of light and glittering sparks showered all of the guests. Chris looked relieved to have finally got his launcher to work.

> he cried, the gears on his headdress spinning madly. >

The party was underway.

Alden didnt know how much trouble Bti-qwol was in. For the entire first hour of the event, he was too busy to focus on anything but his immediate surroundings. Hed have been completely lost without the team of waiters making sure he was in the right spot doing the right thing at the right time.

They prepped his trays and explained what he was supposed to do with each of them in meticulous detail. After the first round of drinks, everything Alden carried had some kind of special effect. The food and snacks were assembled off to the side by a chef dressed in beige, to match the walls, and then delivered to him smoking, steaming, or in the middle of a color change.

He would carry them into a crowd of people with his skill active, and when it de-activated the effect would finish off in grand fashion. His favorite involved marshmallow-looking things that would jump off the tray like popcorn. If he got the timing right, the party guests caught most of them with their plates. If he got it wrong, or got held up on his way to his audience, they all ended up in the floor.

To his surprise, the floor being covered in food didnt bother anybody. Many of the guests were going out of their way to be sloppy. It was almost like having food on the floor or your person was proof that it was a party and not an everyday event. Half of the things he carried were designed to be messy. Drinks tended to be filled to the absolute rim of the glass so that the slightest jostle would make them spill, and once, he almost ran into Manon delivering a tray of rolled meat slices that had oil overflowing down the sides onto her hands.

She was leaving a trail of it behind her.

[Hedonistic, isnt it?] she texted him without ever breaking stride. [This is a much more Rabbit-like assignment than working in the labs must be. Look behind you.]

He couldnt reply since mental texting was beyond him, but he turned to check behind him and saw one of the small children at the party tagging along in his wake. There werent many of them here, but a few of the faculty members had brought their families. Alden hadnt had a chance to interact with one of the mini-Artonans yet. They were some of the only partygoers who werent constantly staring at him and remarking on his outfit.

To them, his wizard clothes were boring compared to the other Avoweds costumes. After all, they saw wizards all the time.

I guess they were bound to get around to me after they finished with everyone else, though. Hed caught enough glimpses of the others interacting with the children to know the drill. They thought the Avowed in fancy clothes were like characters at theme parks. They expected a meet-and-greet.

One of the ever-vigilant waiters appeared to take Aldens tray of appetizers as the child approached. He crouched down as well as he could with the wings, and the kid blinked at him. > they asked.

I am, he said.

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Oh. Are those the only two places on Earth they know about? Fair enough. It was hard to learn one planets geography, and Artonan kids had all of the Triplanets to study. Plus their people had famously made first contact by setting up camp in the Tnr and asking if world leaders wanted to be teleported in for a cup of wevvi and a discussion about the future of their species.

America Earth, he said. But Ill be living on Anesidora soon.

>

Sure.

The kid brushed aside some crumbs and set a small tablet on the floor. It balanced miraculously on its narrow edge and somehow took their picture from multiple angles without moving. Aldens wings still looked fantastic.

After that kid, there were a couple more. Then more trays. Alden wanted to sneak a bite of something but he was never alone. At some point, Met-oosa had disappeared. He was worried shed been carted off to be punished, but she eventually returned arm-in-arm with the museums curator. Some mysterious negotiations had gone down while Alden was feeding people and having his picture taken, and a few of Met-oosas old theatrical pieces were being teleported in from storage at another institution so that they could be displayed during the second half of the party.

Joe finally made his way over, and after the briefest of smiles and not ten words to Alden, he left with an entire tray of tarts stuffed in his pockets.

As the night wore on, Alden started to feel ragged. The wings were making his back hurt, and the guests were getting clingy. His waiters had betrayed his trust and left him to the attentions of various drunk teenagers and even drunker professors who wanted pictures.

Isnt this an Achievement Society Gala? It sounded like it should be a stodgy event where everyone worried a lot about what impression they were making on their betters. But some of these guys were wasted. There was a hookah set up on one table, and Manon had sent out a group text telling all the humans not to go anywhere near it.

Artonans partied hard. Aldens bedtime was apparently not as regimented as hed been led to believe because it came and went, and the System didnt make so much as a peep.

Traitor, he accused it in his mind while he told what felt like the thousandth person that his costume was definitely just a Ryeh-bt. Any resemblance to a wizard was purely coincidental.

Saying this struck drunk Artonans as hysterical. Alden didnt know why, but he kept repeating it because it kept working, and he didnt have any other jokes.

He finally managed to escape from the latest group. Hed made it all the way across the museum to the edge of the party. Success! And it had only taken a full hour and a half of trying.

Now if he could just hide behind a plant or a taxidermied dinosaur and wait this thing out

> said a voice from behind the giant potted fern Alden had just been thinking of as his future protector. >

Nooo. I dont wanna!

Hed practiced smiling so much tonight that his cheeks ached. He stepped around the fern and was surprised to find a table and two chairs sandwiched between it and the wall. There was no way that had been part of the original floor plan for the party. The pair of wizards sitting there appeared to be soberwhich was probably a good thing since the woman was visibly pregnant. The man had long straight hair such a pale shade of purple that it was nearly white, and he didnt look up from the book he was reading as Alden approached.

Actual leather-bound book, Alden noted. He brought it to the party instead of just reading one in secret on a tablet.

That was refusal to socialize on an advanced level. He could admire it.

Do you need anything? Alden asked. Something to eat maybe?

> she said, smiling. >

Alden stood, wondering if she was about to take his picture. But she made no move at all to do so. She looked at him for a while and then turned to stare off into space and ignore him.

Waitam I dismissed or not?

He kept standing. Theyd tell him to go away if he was supposed to, wouldnt they?

With nothing else to do, he stared at them. Their formal clothes were a little odd. It was like theyd been based on the traditional wizards garb that Alden was currently making a mockery of, but someone had wanted to be sure they couldnt really be mistaken for the same thing. They had elbow-length sleeves instead of long ones, tighter pants, patterns of small metal studs instead of embroidery. Neither of them had a tablet or visible lens of any kind. Not even the metal rings around their iris.

Alden stood there for a very long time before the woman finally said, >

need him to do anything,>> the man said irritably, still not looking up from his book. >

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Alden nodded. His name had been going around the party for ages, so of course shed heard it.

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Her brother slapped his book shut, and gave her an annoyed look. >

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Alden watched the argument devolve with wide eyes. What kind of disagreement was this?

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want to hold his hands.>>

They didnt even sound like adults at this point. Maybe they were drunk?

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Per Joes advice, Alden had done a great job of being agreeable tonight. But this was a little too much. What are you going to do to them? he asked, clasping his hands safely behind his back.

> the woman said to her brother in an appalled voice. >

> he protested, leaning back in his chair and sighing. >

Stuart? Alden hadnt seen him all night. He didnt seem to be at the party. One of these two must be his parent? Alden stared at the man. Is this the super important father that even Joe was afraid of making mad?

He was hiding in the corner behind a plant. Reading a book. With his sister. He didnt scream scary alien wizard king, which was how Alden had been picturing Stuarts father despite the lack of monarchies on the modern Triplanets.

> the sister explained. >

Gain my measure? Was this some kind of lie detector test? Oh, maybe they just want to be sure Im not going to tell on Stuart?

That was fine. He didnt plan to. Easier to go along with the request than act all cagey. He had one really serious secret to keep from the Artonans. And he highly doubted someone hed just met was going to ask him out of the blue if hed ever fed his blood to the prisoner in the Chicago consulate.

Alden stepped closer and unclasped his hands, offering them to the guy.

The Artonan studied him for a moment without taking them. >

Its a loan, Alden said sadly. Hed been playing around with it all night. Since nobody cared if he spilled drinks, he could do some neat tricks with the glasses.

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Whatever kind of lie detection he was going to use must have been pretty weak if the ring would interfere. Alden tucked the ring into one of the pockets of his wizard outfit.

The man took his hands firmly in his own. He had callouses, Alden noted. It was kind of unexpected for a bookworm or a wizard.

The man stared up at the starry sky beyond the whale skeleton. > he asked.

No need for him to ask. It was available to him through the System. Maybe he was establishing a baseline for the lie detection? Alden. Samuel Alden Thorn.

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Alden stared at him. Like in life? Thats kind of deep. I dont know.

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This guy didnt really go for the softball questions, did he? My aunt. My friends. My

He hesitated. It was only for a second, and it was only because he had the thought that maybe he shouldnt say it. Because they were gone.

But in that instant of hesitation, he suddenly sensed something surprisingthe cobwebby cocoon of his own magic. It was here, all around him just like during the teleports to and from Moon Thegund. Only this time, around the cocoon of his magic there was another one, far more massive. It wasnt pushing against him, but he knew at once that if it did hed be

Not even crushed. Id just disappear. Like Id been written out of existence.

It wasnt a guess. He knew it for a fact.

Aldens heart was pounding.

The Artonan was still staring up at the fake stars. >

Yes. Lying was unthinkable.

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No. Lying was impossible.

The man smiled faintly. >

When I was ten, I found a photograph online of the guy who was responsible for my parents dying. Of what his body looked like after hed been dealt with by an S-class Brute. I have no idea where it came from. He was on a metal table. I guess maybe the investigators took it, and it leaked. Hed seen it in real life, but his emotions had been dampened then. A few years later It didnt bother me.

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It made me satisfied. It made me feel like the world was fairer. I looked at it every night, and I slept like a baby.

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When it disappeared from the web, and I realized what Id been doing. That was when I was afraid.

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He looked down and met Aldens eyes. His own were pink, like the lead assistants at the lab.

> he said, dropping Aldens hands. >

Alden clutched at his chest, gasping for air he didnt even need. Am I having a panic attack?

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Alden could barely hear him. His ears hadnt rung this loudly in years.

untranslateable to go unused, Im afraid>> he trailed off. whole for us to avoid one another over the long run. Try to grow up well and live fully before then.>>

> the sister suggested. >

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NoIm fine, Alden gasped. Can I just go?

> said the man. >