AKKO + GOBBET - 3/29
<span style="font: 18px arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: #005377;"><center>Wakey Wakey</center>
</span>To Akko and Gobbet, no time at all will have passed from when they laid to rest on the evening of March 16th, up to the morning of March 30th.

But of course, time most certainly has passed. To any companions (or indeed, anyone else either of them might think to ask), they seemingly disappeared overnight, only to return that morning. It seems no one on the island captured either of those moments, leaving the entire ordeal a complete mystery.

And try as either of them might, the only recollection either Gobbet or Akkko will have is a rather odd dream...
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<center><b>♆ Now Make Like Mufasa ♆</b></center>

<i>The air is thick and hot with dust, enough to tickle your nose and water your eyes. What appears to be a muddy brown cloud nestles on the horizon, drawing closer and closer with each passing moment. It heralds a scent both rank and earthy, rich with sweat and chaff. With the telltale rumble overhead, it almost seems like it may be little more than a low-hanging stormcloud swollen with unshed rain.

The faster it approaches, the more it becomes evident that it isn't really a cloud at all, nor is the crescendo of sound a product of the weather. The distant growl is but the thunder of cloven feet churning up swirls of pulverized soil, coupled with the snorting and whickering of many, many beasts. In a group this dense, they may as well be one seething organism, single-minded in its intent to trample everything in its path.

And you?

Why, you are in their way.</i>