[ 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: 2020-02-27 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. ]