Puts the book back and decides to go home to the bar
walks into the bar and goes to see Alice
Puts the book back and decides to go home to the bar
walks into the bar and goes to see Alice
āAh, I forgot. This is Peter. He has been researching magical phenomena for several years now.ā
(Monkke is gone)
Alice is slumped over a table, holding an empty mug.
There are beer spills all over the table.
Hiccup
Toby waits for classes to end.
āOh dear Aliceā¦ā
Sighs and gets changed into her nice dance/bar maid dress and begins cleaning the mess before anyone can come in hopefully
āMagical? Huh. So? You got anything to say to me?ā She puts her hands on her hips, she had to get to her workplace soon.
āHehehe. Good card.ā
Muriel thinks for a moment.
āWould you mind leaving your phone number? It will be easier for us to keep contact if so.ā
Smiles and begins serving any customers that happen to walk in
(Waiting for any character 18+ to hopefully come to the bar rip)
(Who goes drinking at noon)
(Alcoholics)
āNormally I wouldnāt just give my phone numberā¦ but things are getting pretty weirdā¦ Whatās another to the mix?ā
She hands over her phone number.
āSorry, gotta dash!ā
She makes for the city central.
J: WHAAAAAAA?!?!?!?!?
Light floods into her eyes. She has never seen before, so this is a new experience.
J: Whatā¦ is this?
She waves her hands in front of her face, seeing them appear before her.
J: Is thisā¦ sight?
(is this loss)
She puts the closed sign on the door, remarking at its colour, then steps outside, seeing for the first time. She walks down the street, unsure what everything is. But pulling on past memories, she can match the pictures to whatās in her mind.
J: I must tell my grandson!
She walks to his house.
Alice is still slumped over the corner table. A staff is there, but the bartender wonāt be arriving until later in the evening.
A tidy looking man wearing a suit enters the bar. He looks around. It looks like heās looking for someone.
āHello, may I help you?ā
Kaden is back in his apartment, and is theorising about the mechanics of the black card, and who knows about them. Heāll take some time
āAh, yes. Is Miss Alice here? My nameās Albert Descourt, from the Library.ā
āYes, she is kindaā¦ā Looks over to the slumped over Alice āOccupiedā
Shelia walks into the restaurant she so worked at, and quickly sets up her lyre and looks at the time. There was still 30 minutes before her daily music performance.
Well. To those that never knew Shelia, she looks like a 13 year old teenager.
He sighs.
āSheās drunk already, I guess? It isnāt even evening yet.ā
āYes indeed, would you like to take a seat sir?ā
āNo need. Iām just here to tell her the cards are back and to please stay away from danger next time around.ā
Albert stares at Rikita
"At least please tell her that.*
With that, he leaves.