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[Dixie is a girl with notable red fox features (ears, tail, tapetum lucidum), who tends towards pretty, casual, feminine outfits. It is not possible to tell a Family affiliation from her wardrobe aesthetic. Her age is eerily indeterminate, though she does vibe as being on the older side.

She can often be found sitting on the edge of the stage smoking her pipe between (or sometimes during?) ongoing performances.

Alternatively, if she’s given you the map to one of her hangout spots, you can easily find her there if you follow it.

Hit her up for whatever!]

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Well! Appreciate it.

[spreads a napkin over her lap]

It’s not that hard to build the tolerance, though. If you ever wanted to, it’s better to start at your age, when the body’s got a little growing left to do, but not too much.

Is that when you started? Though I don't really plan on casually eating that kind of stuff, myself.

[Settling down with a napkin as well!]

Nah, I just know stuff about stuff. I started at a rough time in my life, you could say, like most people do. But I’ll point out your stomach’s as immortal as the rest of you!

[makes a curious gesture over her plate, perhaps her way of saying grace, before trying a bite]

Ehhh, it just doesn't sound like much fun?

[Noticing that gesture, though.]

Was that a prayer?

Something like that!

[digging in with enthusiasm]

And, hmm, I get it? You don’t have to. But it’s more fun pushing the limits than you might think—for me, anyway.

Only something like that...?

[But he'll begin to dig in, too.]

I just don't want to feel sick if I can avoid it.

I don’t like praying anymore, but sometimes old habits die hard.

And I forgot people get sick…

Who did you pray to, before?

The gods.

[takes another sedate bite, savoring it]

Like the legends?

[waggles a finger]

Ah-ah-ah! If they were exactly the same thing you wouldn’t need two terms at all.

Then who...? Did those gods ever have names?

I don’t~ remember. And I don’t care.

Ehhh, forgot already?

Why would I want to remember unpleasant things?

You say that, but I keep getting more and more horrible things to remember forever.

[blinks at him owlishly over her plate]

Throw them in the ocean before they give you depression?

-Wait, you can do that? Like, on purpose?

I haven’t been on the ocean before, but you could try? They’re not superglued to you, are they?

No, but they are in my mind, which is hard to extract things from, historically.

[Nom.]

Oh you took them already. You already have the depression. I understand now.

That was maybe a mistake?

Why'd you have to put it like that...

And I mean, it's partially the visions, partially the Performances.

It’s what you’re telling me!

[she is maybe listing in her seat a little as she eats All This Poison, but she doesn’t seem in danger of falling out of it and her speech is clear]

Anyway, that’s not new. But all my suggestions for depression that’s already in your head are ‘drugs,’ sooooooo I’m not sure they’re going to be the most helpful to you? I think there’s also ‘counseling,’ but hell if I know who offers that anymore.

What was it that made you get started on all those drugs, anyway?

Oh, I think it was probably going so mad that if I looked at the world through clear eyes a moment longer I was going to chew off all of my own limbs and then see if I really could go off and corrupt a dynasty.

Maybe? It’s very fuzzy at this point.

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