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At the bar, there sits a girl with a long copper-colored braid, slight and beautifully-complected and wearing khakis and an oversized pullover. Next to her is an enormous man, darker and looking at her (worshipfully) and the rest of their surroundings (suspiciously), wearing a brown uniform that is held on entirely via the cunning application of magnets. She has a glass of something fizzy and gold and he's got a Coke in its can.
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prodigal_miser
"Ah. That's - unfortunate. You seem very nice. A bit - strange for me, considering the circumstances, but there is exactly zero reason to treat you badly."
her_imperial_radiance
"Thank you. It's not so much that Dad mistreats people. Mama wouldn't let him get away with it. He is merely very obvious about not caring, when he doesn't. It's even a good thing in some ways. He reads minds, and can't turn it off, and the only reason Mama was ever able to get over that is because he does not care about the overwhelming majority of those thoughts - the people whose thoughts he cares about are close to him and make our own arrangements about when to be in range. I don't mind a bit, of course. I've got the reverse magic, more or less."
prodigal_miser
"... Reads minds. Charming. I think I'll pass on being in mind-reading range."
prodigal_miser
"Isabella is going to want to have a long, extended conversation with you."
her_imperial_radiance
"I bet. Especially if you're from a few years behind us."
prodigal_miser
"Yes. I actually want to have a long, extended conversation with you, but it feels rude to leave her out. If I leave the bar, will it still be here?"
prodigal_miser
"Okay, so - Vern. Want to moonlight as a doorstop?"
"Sure," snorts the kagu.
"Sure," snorts the kagu.
her_imperial_radiance
"I'm not sure if she's strong enough to hold it open. Sometimes the door doesn't like it when people try to - game the system."
her_imperial_radiance
"I can't hold the door for you because I'm not from your world. If I'm the only person touching it it'll go to my world."
prodigal_miser
Adarin frowns.
".... Oh, there is an obvious solution. Hold on."
He takes out his book of cheat sheets, puts Vern down gently, and stands. "Don't touch Vern, please," he says, and then he goes over, opens the door, and stares at - absolutely nothing for a while.
"He's going to teleport the mirror to where he can reach it," explains Vern, from his chair. "Give him a bit."
".... Oh, there is an obvious solution. Hold on."
He takes out his book of cheat sheets, puts Vern down gently, and stands. "Don't touch Vern, please," he says, and then he goes over, opens the door, and stares at - absolutely nothing for a while.
"He's going to teleport the mirror to where he can reach it," explains Vern, from his chair. "Give him a bit."
her_imperial_radiance
"I don't know if that will work either. Space in Milliways is - strange. I am not sure it's even safe to try."
her_imperial_radiance
"It's built to be... better than nothing, I think. Sometimes a lot better, but 'nothing' is definitely the baseline."
prodigal_miser
"Hmm. Then - it would be smart if we had a long extended conversation with you, then try to get Isabella, because apparently various clever solutions might go wrong?"
prodigal_miser
"Okay." She hops off of the barstool, heads over to Adarin, and explains. He sighs, and picks her up, petting her again, and returns to his seat.
"I sort of want to complain to management, I just want to get a mirror."
"I sort of want to complain to management, I just want to get a mirror."
her_imperial_radiance
"Yes." Elspeth taps the bar. "She is the bar. You can talk to her, if you like. She'll give you a free drink since it's your first time here."
prodigal_miser
Right, roll with it. Just - roll with it.
"It's nice to meet you," he says, pleasantly.
Vernaia scrutinizes the bar as if that will reveal all of the secrets of the universe.