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Ari is patrolling the streets of scenic Vancouver! Well, actually he's just going to visit Peter, but he's keeping an eye out for monsters along the way. It's a nice night, monsters like ruining that kind of thing. The streets are more or less deserted, it being 2:00 AM on a Tuesday. Ari whistles cheerfully.
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bitterchill
There are what might be called an absurd number of books. There are a few gratuitously ruggedized entertainment systems, the controllers to which are, on closer examination, actually low-tech middlemen for the proper controllers, which are encased in leaded glass. There are innumerable shiny things.
campanas
Pen is fascinated by the shiny things! She would like to investigate the shiny things more closely. She does not recognize the entertainment systems, alas.
bitterchill
Among the shiny things are a number of Sally's spare jewelries, scattered about carelessly. They are amazing. There is also a pedestal holding a sphere of polished amethyst, a platinum mirror covered in gemstones, and a silver anvil inlaid with golden designs. Next to the anvil is a similarly inlaid hammer. Neither looks in any way suitable for actual forgecraft, but they're so pretty.
campanas
Pen plays dress-up with the jewelry and picks up the amethyst sphere and admires herself in the mirror.
Much of the jewelry requires holes in her face that she does not have, but what she can manage is very fetching! The sphere is heavy. The mirror cooperates with her admiration, until it abruptly does not.
The mirror fogs over. When it clears, it is no longer reflecting Pen; it is reflecting a round-faced lady with an enormous number of piercings, who squeaks. The reflection spins dizzily and is now reflecting hotel carpet.
"I'm sorry, you startled me!" calls a fuzzy voice from within the mirror.
The mirror fogs over. When it clears, it is no longer reflecting Pen; it is reflecting a round-faced lady with an enormous number of piercings, who squeaks. The reflection spins dizzily and is now reflecting hotel carpet.
"I'm sorry, you startled me!" calls a fuzzy voice from within the mirror.
"Yes! Sorry!"
The mirror returns to the lady's face. "Hi! Um. Who are you? And, uh, why are you in my apartment? ...And wearing my old portal necklace?"
The mirror returns to the lady's face. "Hi! Um. Who are you? And, uh, why are you in my apartment? ...And wearing my old portal necklace?"
campanas
"Am Pen. Sleeped here. Person is nap, so playing with stuff." Wingrustle.
"You- have wings. Which... person, nap?"
"Both people who might have let you in are wizard people... Um, what color was his hair?"
"Ari, then. Alright, that... that sounds in character. Where are you from? Why are you here? You said you were an angel..."
"I- could you, um, wake Ari? I need him to explain this, I think."
"I- um, alright. So- what door broke? Do you mean a portal?"
campanas
"Is door. Never hearing any of ones saying portal. Door to nice bar."
"Oh. Okay. And your parents are... you can't call them? Or something?"
campanas
"Can't. Is no Jane. Tried finding of ones but none this world."
"Okay. Um... well, have... fun? I mean, as much fun as... Goodbye!"
The mirror fogs back into a mirror.
The mirror fogs back to Sally. "I forgot what I originally called for. When Ari wakes up, could you tell him that I think I have a lead on that necromancer?"
"Oh! Sally. I'm Sally."
campanas
"Sally thinks has lead on that necromancer," repeats Pen carefully.
"Yep! Thank you."
The mirror resumes its reflection.
The mirror resumes its reflection.