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THE PIZZA(S)

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Exactly three days timed to the very hour and minute they called, pizza arrives on the doorstep. Each pizza has a name on it (though it looks as if whoever wrote it was unused to the language,) and look like ordinary pizzas with the exception of black goo as a sauce base, and the toppings swimming in it.

Gwen: a pizza encrusted with an unholy amount of M&Ms. The receipt order pinned to it reads: I SAW YOU LIKED THESE. THIS IS WHAT PIZZA IS.

Koby: a pizza strewn with marshmallow Peeps. Some are deflated. Some have already melted into the sea of black sauce, drowning in it. Others seem to have been applied after the baking was complete.

Silco: a unique shape

Mithra: something that looks like someone went on a nature walk and emptied their pockets onto it, liberally — and we do mean liberally — seasoned with herbs, flowers, some that have since gone extinct and others that do not match any plant identification known to mankind. Another note order, addressed to her, reads: I WANTED IT TO BE MEANINGFUL FOR BOTH OF YOU. I HOPE YOUR PASSENGER ALSO ENJOYS IT. TELL IT I SAID HELLO.

Gwen: "Peter and I did some tests on the…goo? To see if we could figure out what it was. It doesn’t match any known pathogen or compound or biological matter either of us (or Dr. House) is familiar with.

I asked Dom if he could try using magic to identify it, but his spell to see where it came from or who delivered it backfired.

After the pizza delivery, Silco, Mithra and I wanted to ask the Library some follow-up questions. As Mithra shared on Michael’s post, we intended to contact The Watcher."