[ Hm. Alright. He takes the battery and concentrates, mind immediately sparking to one of the many times of Red Wine being irritating. It fits the mood, and Allura is transported - briefly, and not literally - to the midst of an arm wrestling match, deadlocked against a pale-skinned man with dark hair and a snooty general disposition which has been erased by a complete determination to win.
And maybe, just maybe, she'll notice the destruction of a strange, tentacled beast just behind the match. ]
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Date: 2020-02-20 11:17 pm (UTC)[ But the most recent fire wasn't in a forest. Maybe her mind's just conjuring up random things. ]
Was it in the Wilde?
[ This is too strange for Steak's tastes. ]
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Date: 2020-02-24 11:23 pm (UTC)What is the Wilde? I’ve never visited this place before.
[With her mind more on straight, she holds up the battery,] You can’t say that this isn’t connected. It’s not only a coincidence.
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Date: 2020-02-25 08:31 pm (UTC)[ He slipped into that too easily, and the realisation is unnerving. He's become so used to this place now.
But more to the point... ] What do you mean?
[ It's the battery's fault? ]
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Date: 2020-02-27 10:41 pm (UTC)Fill it again. But this time think of something - a memory, a song, anything.
[She's going to get to the bottom of this.]
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Date: 2020-03-01 11:06 pm (UTC)And maybe, just maybe, she'll notice the destruction of a strange, tentacled beast just behind the match. ]