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The Warrior Unicorn Hedgehog (Made Of Clay)

Date: 16-Mar-2020/3:04+0:00

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Characters: woman, me

I was in a rather futuristic room sitting on the floor with a woman I believed to be who I was living with, who I have taken improv classes with and who is an avid Role-Playing-Game player (Dungeons & Dragons, Werewolf). She handed me a lump of clay which was mostly yellow but had some blue portions mixed in with it.
woman: "This is a level two exercise, we'll be creating a character who is a warrior...he is a unicorn hedgehog."
I was sort of puzzling over the texture of the clay before she'd told me what I'd been making, but when she said "unicorn hedgehog" I focused on trying to make the body about the size of the hedgehog I had briefly had as a pet (African Pygmy Hedgehog--not a European Hedgehog--so more-or-less hand-held size). On the top I tried to take the blue to make a horn for the "unicorn".
woman: (trying to correct me) "No, he has to fight, he needs to be bigger than that."
The person I believed her to be had played a character of a bird in a D&D game--who was an ordinary-sized bird, but able to talk and spy in battle.
me: "That's rather closed-minded coming from someone who played a bird. Size isn't necessarily the most important thing in battle, if you have skills. Maybe he knows magic."
woman: "Hmmm...I guess you're right, in theory. But that wasn't the scenario I was seeing him in. There was going to be a plane crash..."
She distracted me with some notecard-sized white rectangular foam-looking things. They had black shapes on them, and arrow diagrams. It seemed that some of the shapes had been "punched out" of the card and were coming off...as if they were being taken on the trajectories of the arrows.
Having been distracted I looked back at my hands but the clay was gone.
me: "Hey, the clay vanished. I'd only just started, what happened?"
She looked at me confused, and then angry.
woman: "You're right! What are they doing, shutting down the networks? It's not quite midnight, yet?"
Note
This happened while I was sleeping during the day due to trying to be precautionary about feeling a little bit of cold/allergy-type symptoms during a COVID-19 "coronavirus" outbreak.
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