Fourth Brew | Video | June 4, just after midnight

[vintage_magic]

[When the video starts, there’s only a view of the dimly lit Kishin Chamber’s ceiling and the sound of a Texas twang that’s rarely heard over the network. The voice is a bit distant, as if the speaker is talking to herself rather than the device, and colored by a level of level of exasperation usually reserved for a certain nerdy nuisance of a sorcerer.]

Jiminy Cricket! Not this place again! That cotton-pickin’ contraption always picks the worst times!

[ Really, couldn’t it just leave a witchy person to brew in peace, solve the occasional murder, and fix a supernatural problem once in a while? The voice trails off into a frustrated sigh and less intelligible mutterings. Something about a date? And a soul trapped in a mirror…]

[But the mumblings stop a few moments later when Lily notices the communicator lying on the floor. Dag nab it! Is that smartphone thing on, too? Is that what she dropped when she landed sprawled on the ground?]

[Finally, Lily’s face comes into view as she leans over the communicator, red lipstick slightly smudged and the curl coming out of her 1920s style Marcel waved hair as several brown locks escape from a chignon at the nape of her neck. There’s a bit of a bare shoulder visible for a second before she draws back and only her face can be seen again, expression uncertain as she addresses whoever might be listening. She doesn't like these gadgets but she needs help.]

Um, could someone tell me what day it is? [It had been weeks by her reckoning but she knows how BREW likes to muck with time.]

And I need help with a clothes problem. A woman would probably be better. I can’t go back to my apartment like this…

[Then, she recalls the last thing she remembers about this place being tossing her keys on the kitchen counter after getting back from grocery shopping.]

Dag nab it. I don’t think I have my keys either...

[is there some person in charge of the apartment buildings with spare keys who could let her in? Or does she need to call a locksmith after she gets out of this place?]

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[purrinpumpkin]

Hooray a shopping buddy! Let's go.~

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[vintage_magic]

[Despite her exasperation with BREW, Lily can't help a little smile at her enthusiasm. She would like more female friends to do normal stuff with, like shopping.]

That would be nice but I can't exactly leave the school right now.

[Well, she could but it'd be a pretty bad idea...]

[purrinpumpkin]

Nyaa, don't worry about it. Kids skip classes all the time.~

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[vintage_magic]

No, it's not class. [Lily never went to the classes anyway.] But I can't leave until this clothes issue is taken care of.

[purrinpumpkin]

Most guys won't mind. [wink] They never seem to complain when Blair does it.

[vintage_magic]

[a confused blink] Huh? Even if they don't mind, I could do without the likely pain and embarrassment.

So, your name is Blair?

[purrinpumpkin]

Yup! Death City's best looking girl at your service!

From what I can see, if any guy makes fun of you, I'll beat him up.~

[vintage_magic]

Nice to meet you, Blair. I'm Lily. [Well, she seems confident...]

Um, thanks, but that's not necessary. Anyway, I'm more worried about falling down the stairs.

[purrinpumpkin]

Huh, why? No one really gets pushed down them.~

[vintage_magic]

I would hope not! [Even the bell tower stairs at the San Fransisco School of Fine Arts had proven lethal a couple of times and they weren't nearly as tall.]

It's not being pushed that I'm worried about. It's tripping.

[purrinpumpkin]

Nyaa, you want Blair to come get you? You can ride on a magic pumpkin!

[vintage_magic]

If you could bring a pair—

[She gapes, wondering if she heard wrong. And she had been thinking just earlier that evening she was in some twisted version of Cinderella!]

A magic pumpkin?!

Did you want to turn this into an action thread?

[purrinpumpkin]

Yup! It floats! I'll be right over.

[vintage_magic]

[A floating pumpkin? What in the Sam Hill? That doesn't sound very safe...]

Um, thanks for the offer but I really just wanted a pair of sneakers! I can't walk in these shoes!

[She leans closer and holds up a 1920s style T-strap pump. And it's now possible to make out the spaghetti straps and deep V neckline of her delicate silk chiffon dress. The filmy fabric is only a few shades deeper than her skintone but the faint sparkle of beads and sequins in the light coming from the communicator's screen shows that she is wearing something despite how things might have seemed earlier!]

[purrinpumpkin]

[Line-face] Just go barefoot.

[vintage_magic]

But that's a long way to walk barefoot! And outside, too. [She'd heard somewhere that there were supposedly a thousand steps to the stairs outside the school but she'd never counted herself. It certainly felt like it though.]

[purrinpumpkin]

But you kinda don't have much of a choice.~

[vintage_magic]

Well, hopefully I do. I think I found someone else to bring me shoes.

Ironic that I'd need help with something like that when I run a clothing store. [Sometimes, she really thought that machine had to be sadistic with all the inconveniences it caused.]