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The door opens, and a woman with long dark hair and a short black dress steps in.

Well, really, that's technically only partly true. But it's probably close enough to accurate. Workable, at any rate.

She stops and looks around. This doesn't feel like any bar she's ever been in before, and, darling, she has been in a lot of bars. Desperate people do like to drink, and a week in a bar here or there, that's like picking ripe fruit off low-hanging branches.

Well, well, well. Isn't this . . . interesting?

[OOC: If you're the sort who's good at recognizing demons, feel free. If you're not, though, chances are she's just going to come off as young human woman. Questions, etc., ping elsinorequeen.]

[tiny tag: the crossroads demon, cerberus]

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Panic is good. People make rash decisions when they panic. Panic she can work with.

Verity looks around.

"I can see where someone might reach that conclusion. Or think that they'd gone insane."

"Mm, yeah, but everyone I've met kind of gets used to it, sort of? Everything here seems really real, even if it's kind of crazy!"

"Really real" is not a very meaningful statement, but he's a teenager! He's allowed to yammer with relatively little clarity.

"Anyway, all the stuff here's too cool to be an illusion."

Perception is reality, in her experience. People see and hear what they want.

Ten years sounds like a long, long time.

"Unless it's a very good illusion."

"...Nah, it's too cool for that, even."

Momiji has no need for your logic! Awesome stuff is awesome, therefore it must exist!

The woman smiles.

(There's something just slightly wrong about it, but only just slightly.)

"Is there anything about it you would say is the most cool part?"

"Uhm! Oh, that's hard..."

The boy laughs, taking his lips off of the swirly straw that rises up from the rim of his milkshake's glass. When an answer doesn't present itself immediately, he even turns half-around, facing her properly.

"Just the people, I guess! They're all so different, and talking to them is a lot of fun. And sometimes you just meet people you really like! And the places they're from are still so different...that's the best part."

"Meeting new people is one of my favorite things to do, too," she says.

"And hearing all about what they like, and what they want . . ."

What they're willing to trade for.

"Well, I don't think you could ever run out of people to meet, here, so!"

He beams at her, all happiness and light, at the moment.

"Then I'm glad I've found my way here."

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