soul_campaign | Fourth Brew | Video | June 4, just after midnight

[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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That should be pretty obvious, shouldn't it?

Yes, it is, young man. [She remembers that time in the park and still doesn't believe him about that either.]

I wasn't lying about my age, though.

[Why are you still calling him young man like he isn't, like decades older than you. Geez.]

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[sarcastically] Of course not. And I bet you've got a bridge to sell me, too.

Sorry I don't really deal in bridges. The group I was a part of did used to sell caviar though.

I wouldn't buy caviar from you either.

I'll have you know, Pandra's caviar was first class.

Well, I still wouldn't buy it. Besides, caviar is a bit too fancy my tastes.

You should try different things from time to time. It keeps life interesting.

I do. But caviar doesn't make much sense when you live alone and don't throw highfaluting parties. [And even if Oscar were here, her gobgoyle familiar would have preferred cookies over caviar.]

You could give it as a gift. It even comes in a nice box and everything.

I doubt most of the folks I know here would have a taste for it either. [It felt like at least half of the people she knew here were teenagers!]

You could help broaden their horizons!

Why don't you go try selling it to them yourself? [Because with all his unlikely stories, Lily wouldn't buy caviar from him. Heck, she wouldn't even buy a bag of chocolate chips from him!]

Because I don't have any stock here. I can't just call up someone from Pandra to deliver a box of caviar to me here.

The roaming charges would be horrible.

[THEN WHY WERE YOU TRYING TO SELL IT TO HER JUST NOW? Also he's lying. He doesn't pay his cellphones bills.]

Then, if you don't actually have any here, why in the Sam Hill were you even trying to sell it to me in the first place?

Because I was bored.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I have other things to do like getting out of this place, Mr. I-Sell-Imaginary-Caviar.

[Lily still doesn't know his name and at this point, she doesn't really care.]

It's not imaginary. It's just not here, Ms. Doesn't-Believe-Anything-I-Say.

Of course, it is. [Lily rolls her eyes and hangs up on him. Hopefully, Karina will arrive with those flip flops soon...]

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