Memory; Rose: go on an alchemizing spree, creating the Thorns of Ologoth (as well as some sweet outfits).
Gained; Day 152, Gingerbread Witch's Pie-Eating Contest
Form Of; Warm miniature pie (it's raspberry flavored).

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Skill; Writing Ridiculously Scandalous WIZARD SLASH.
Gained; Day 153 - Unicorn's Negative CR Game
Form Of; Two pieces of interlocking but jagged wood. Unite the pieces to form a whole.

I can't....uh. Well. Rose likes wizards and she likes slash fiction (preferably m/m slash but anything will do) so she now knows how to write that. In an alternate universe she was even a pretty famous author!! Her writing is presumably good, but...well...we'll see. She can't write for the time being, so mostly her skill for now is the theoretical creation of this particular genre.

Mostly the best thing about this is: Rose will write fiction about anyone. None of you are safe. Teammates especially. Expect sordid tales about your imaginary love lives promptly. Or riveting tales about really real love lives. Don't worry, she'll cunningly change the names to protect the innocent!

Here is a sample of her work, taken from here. She doesn't have this memory back yet, but feel free to use this as a warning for her considerable skillz.

"You're certain of this?" asked Frigglish. Despite what he was doing with his beard, he was, in fact, immersed in meaningful contemplation.

"I am afraid I am becoming more so with each terrible tick groused by that gaudy timepiece slung around your neck." In case it wasn't clear, Frigglish wore a clock Zazzerpan didn't care for. It was magic. "The massacre of Syrs Gnelph was not as written."

"What has you convinced it was the hand of our disciples in this blackness?" Executus chimed in.

"I believe... I..." a fat face stammered, eyes darting with the guilt of a thief in the throes of an unraveling alibi. "I can summon a... more pressing line of inquiry..." No, Smarny. Nobody was in the mood for a sticky bundt loaf just now.