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Alli finds the whole concept of Black Friday sale at the magic store deeply, hilariously absurd for reasons she hasn't bothered to pin down. Probably something about black cats? Whatever, she gets to snicker about it. So she puts off shopping for some of her more infrequently used (or expensive) supplies until Black Friday rolls around, and then she heads to the Magic Box.
Tragically, she seems to not be the only person with this idea. It's a stretch and then some to say the Magic Box is ever crowded, but anyone in Sunnydale who wants to try out some random fortune telling trick or learn crystal healing seems to be lolling around inside the store. And the one poor panicked employee who actually showed up today is completely overwhelmed. Alli growls, makes a note of their extended hours, and resolves to come back later.
A few hours later, she's back and digging through potions ingredients. It's a little after sunset but she's resolved not to stress about it too much; Bella scratched crosses all over this place eons ago, she's got the Swans on speed dial and there's a holy water gun in her purse. (Admittedly it's in a plastic bag, because one water leak all over her purse was quite enough thank you, but it's there!)
And really, you can't beat discounts like this. Why pay more for potion supplies than you have to? Witching is, as Alli is discovering, not the cheapest hobby she could have taken up.
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witch_perfect
It takes Alli a while to recover her breath. When she does, she informs Mark brightly, "You are my favorite murderpire."
unmarred
"I'm very glad to be," he says, and dumps a bucketload of magical glitter over her head.
witch_perfect
"Eeeeeek!" Alli shrieks with a laugh. She shouldn't have been surprised, really she shouldn't. She proceeds to attempt to chase him with snowball-style glitterballs.
Mark being a vampire and all, this isn't liable to get her anywhere. Sadly, revenge-driven Alli is unlikely to notice this immediately.
Mark being a vampire and all, this isn't liable to get her anywhere. Sadly, revenge-driven Alli is unlikely to notice this immediately.
witch_perfect
Alli does, tragically, eventually run out of steam for such antics. The glitter spell is easy, but she's been using it a lot. (Also, she's definitely losing badly, but she has no intention of admitting it.)
So, she eventually stops, giggling. "Okay, enough magic throwing for me. Were we actually going to play cards? We're still close to DoubleMeat. Not that being outside at night is all that scary with a friendly murderpire around, but still. Lights and chairs and shit. Not moving. You," she says sternly, "have been making me run."
So, she eventually stops, giggling. "Okay, enough magic throwing for me. Were we actually going to play cards? We're still close to DoubleMeat. Not that being outside at night is all that scary with a friendly murderpire around, but still. Lights and chairs and shit. Not moving. You," she says sternly, "have been making me run."
unmarred
"You've been running of your own accord," snorts Mark. "But sure, let's go play cards."
witch_perfect
Off towards the Doublemeat they go! It is, helpfully, only about a block away.
"Lies! Glitter can be thrown while standing still," Alli points out primly. (Insofar as Alli has ever and will ever be prim.)
"Lies! Glitter can be thrown while standing still," Alli points out primly. (Insofar as Alli has ever and will ever be prim.)
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She flicks it back. (Only a little. She wasn't kidding about being done with magic throwing, she's tiring.) "And now, we're already walking, so it doesn't count," she says loftily.
Upon arriving at the Doublemeat, there are no shortage of places to sit. It's the advantage of being out in Sunnydale late at night; no one else would think to do the same. Alli picks a booth and flops into it. "Wow, shit, that is so much better. I may not move for a year." She pulls the cards out of her bag- floaty magic tricks are for when she is less tired, thanks very much- and sets them on the table. "So! Wanna teach me a game from the fuuuuuture?" she asks. "Also? The correct answer here is yes. So you know."
Upon arriving at the Doublemeat, there are no shortage of places to sit. It's the advantage of being out in Sunnydale late at night; no one else would think to do the same. Alli picks a booth and flops into it. "Wow, shit, that is so much better. I may not move for a year." She pulls the cards out of her bag- floaty magic tricks are for when she is less tired, thanks very much- and sets them on the table. "So! Wanna teach me a game from the fuuuuuture?" she asks. "Also? The correct answer here is yes. So you know."
unmarred
"Sure, I'll teach you a game from the future."
He proceeds to do that.
He proceeds to do that.
witch_perfect
Alli is kind of terrible. But she's having fun anyway, and losing doesn't seem to bother her much. Games!
witch_perfect
After the third game she gets up. "Hang on, I'm getting myself a milkshake," she tells him. "If there's anything you want, I can get it for you? Though that is probably unlikely as shit."
unmarred
"I actually can drink milkshakes, but I don't feel like one right now."
witch_perfect
"Meh, offer's not going anywhere. Hopefully neither are the milkshakes."
She returns shortly with a chocolate milkshake and starts in on it, looking pleased. "Man, this was a good idea." Once she can be distracted from her milkshake, she starts dealing for a fourth game. But, it being the fourth game and all, the novelty is starting to wear a little. So as she deals, she asks, "So. Can I ask what your job is... like? If that's not too weird?"
She returns shortly with a chocolate milkshake and starts in on it, looking pleased. "Man, this was a good idea." Once she can be distracted from her milkshake, she starts dealing for a fourth game. But, it being the fourth game and all, the novelty is starting to wear a little. So as she deals, she asks, "So. Can I ask what your job is... like? If that's not too weird?"
unmarred
"To clarify, I'm trained as an assassin but I have not, as such, actually assassinated anyone," says Mark. "Remember the clone substitution plot? Stage one was replace Miles; stage two was supposed to be kill his family and become Emperor of Barrayar."
witch_perfect
Alli finds herself both relieved and disappointed at this information. She decides to worry about the whys of this bizarre reaction later. "I suppose killing murdery vampires doesn't count as assassinating them," she says with a grin. "So. No calling you Your Majesty, then? Or... is that kings? Shit. Whatever you actually call an emperor, I guess."
unmarred
"On Barrayar, they don't. It's 'sire' if you're personally a subject of his and 'sir' if you're not. But yeah. No Imperium for me."
witch_perfect
"Well, damn, no glitter wars with an emperor for me. Just your normal everyday sparkly murderpire."
witch_perfect
"Haaah. I think I'll live. Somehow. Maybe."
Alli was not good at this game to start with; having a simultaneous conversation is not helping. She doesn't appear to care.
Alli was not good at this game to start with; having a simultaneous conversation is not helping. She doesn't appear to care.