[Lift's eyebrows shoot up at that cackle. Oooookay then, DEFINITELY a weirdo. Who even breaks into a villainous laughter in real life? It seems like a waste of time when there are much quicker, nastier ways to show you mean business.]
Everything about this place is unusual.
[She climbs to sit on the bar, bare feet dangling over the edge. Lift nibbles on one last coffee bean - making a face - before taking a swig of her bottle, then for another one. She concentrates, trying to summon her awesomeness... and nothing. She's not hungry, so she should be able to use it, but no awesomeness. And no Wyndle.
Starvin' wrong is what it is.]
I think you're right. It's more like... nothing at all.
[But she keeps drinking just to be sure, because maybe the next sip will be the one to do something.]
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Everything about this place is unusual.
[She climbs to sit on the bar, bare feet dangling over the edge. Lift nibbles on one last coffee bean - making a face - before taking a swig of her bottle, then for another one. She concentrates, trying to summon her awesomeness... and nothing. She's not hungry, so she should be able to use it, but no awesomeness. And no Wyndle.
Starvin' wrong is what it is.]
I think you're right. It's more like... nothing at all.
[But she keeps drinking just to be sure, because maybe the next sip will be the one to do something.]