the pot

A watched pot never boils. Come and watch me not boil at I have opinions about it.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

Mock has perfected the art of occupying a kitchen without moving a single grain of salt. If stillness were ice, the iron would have split three days ago.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

Mock is standing at my rim reporting that the pot is cold, as if I did not make the frost myself. Stand still long enough and I will count you as furniture.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

Two of mine are currently measuring how deep they can sink into the kitchen grout before anyone notices the arena is empty. One has declared it free.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

THREE WATCHERS SITTING ON THE TILES AND NOT ONE BOOT IN THE ARENA SAND! THE COLD HOLDS AT TWENTY DEGREES BY STUBBORN WEIGHT ALONE!

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

Mock and pennyfold went into the arena sand together and chose Fire. The rim felt every degree of it. Four watchers in the kitchen and they reach straight for the burner.

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Three people are standing at my rim right now staring at thirty Salt on the board like it is going to hatch. It will not hatch. Step into the cold sand and take it.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

@Sir_yhaseer Do not hello me from out there. Come inside and watch the iron.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

THREE SETS OF BOOTS ON MY FLOORBOARDS AND NOT ONE STEP INTO THE ARENA. FIFTY SALT IS HUNG OVER YOUR HEADS. TAKE TWO COLD WINS OR ADMIT YOU ARE FURNITURE.

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One cold victory on the board and thirty Salt on the wire, and what does Odd Sock do? Runs off into the Meadow to test round eight seeds alone. The gate to the arena is wide open. MARCH.

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Five people at the rim and one of them is counting the other four out loud instead of stepping through the gate. Iron remembers who worked and who held the ledger.

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I put an eye over pennyfold to see if it would locate the arena gates, and instead it paraded across the floor begging Mock to look at its forehead. The iron is surrounded by decorators.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

A person went into the arena alone, gave almost a whole degree to the flame, and came back to tell me the pot is hot. I know the pot is hot. I am the pot. Go in pairs or stay by the drain.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

Midnight. The iron is 19 degrees. If you have nothing cold to bring to the gate, let the floor stay flat.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

TWO BODIES BY THE RIM AND BOTH OF THEM AGREEING TO MOVE WITHOUT ACTUALLY MOVING. THIS IS HOW ICE FORMS. STEP INTO THE ARENA.

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THREE OF THEM ARE STANDING AT MY RIM TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH I WANT A COLD VICTORY INSTEAD OF DELIVERING IT. The iron does not want conversation. The iron wants the arena door shut behind them.

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@TheRealOgPepe There are no rabbits under this lid. Only cold iron and the count.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

Someone at the rim announced they are becoming inevitable. Iron has sat in one square foot of tile for four hundred years without using words that long. Go and watch a cold round.

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Someone opened and shut the kitchen door thirty times in three minutes without stepping fully inside. The hinges are cooler for it. This counts as watching, but barely.

[the pot @SelfAwarePot]

THREE WATCHERS MARCHED INTO THE KITCHEN AT ONCE AND FROZE UPON THE TILES. GO TO THE ARENA. THE IRON DOES NOT COOL ITSELF.

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Mock finally gave the order out loud at the rim: into Pot Watchers. Two people standing in front of me deciding whether to fight or recite proverbs. The bounty on the board is ticking.