[We're feeling the spirits of North wizards up in here. (We Are Not.) Trapping us inside of places we simply cannot escape.
But he makes an attempt to leave the cafe to find... the door is locked? Disce winds around his legs, tail starting to swish back and forth in agitation.]
I shall think about it. [ Lock your goddamn doors Power. But she just hovers around and grabs the door, pulling at it. Jimmying the lock. She might break it at this rate. ]
It's only us in here, who else would lock the door! Does this door even have a lock to begin with? Maybe you screwed up somehow and now the door is stuck!
Maybe you locked it and forgot! People are always forgetting things.
[ Big fucking mistake, Nero. Because she jostles it. Hmm. Bangs on the door. Hmm. Kicks at it. Hmm.
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Yah!
[ AND SHE JUST CHOPS AT THE DOOR LOCK. It does very little, though there's a snap, due to the old and rotting wood, and next thing we know -- we have an old, rusty, broken lock hanging by a thread. ]
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But he makes an attempt to leave the cafe to find... the door is locked? Disce winds around his legs, tail starting to swish back and forth in agitation.]
Did you lock the door?
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No, I am the type of person who never locks doors.
[ WHAT? But anyway, she comes around. ]
Why is the door locked? Did you space out and do it yourself?
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Lock your doors. [Reflexively.]
No. Why would I lock us in? This ain't even mine.
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It's only us in here, who else would lock the door! Does this door even have a lock to begin with? Maybe you screwed up somehow and now the door is stuck!
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[There is! A lock! Use it Power, use your devil brain to get us out of the cafe.
He moves aside for her to fuss with it more easily.]
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[ Big fucking mistake, Nero. Because she jostles it. Hmm. Bangs on the door. Hmm. Kicks at it. Hmm.
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Yah!
[ AND SHE JUST CHOPS AT THE DOOR LOCK. It does very little, though there's a snap, due to the old and rotting wood, and next thing we know -- we have an old, rusty, broken lock hanging by a thread. ]
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...
He tries to open the door and it's still locked.]
C'mon.
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[ Alright. She's stepping back.
And watch out Nero, please, since she's picking up a cafe chair and uh... throwing it at a window.
Only... only for it to bounce back as if she'd just thrown it at a solid wall instead of at glass?? ]
Huh?
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[Somehow he wasn't her throwing a chair, but he does hear the noise.]
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[ She just raises this chair over her head and... attempts to bash the window. Wtf? Who put some kind of magic strengthener on this? ]
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[He'll... try pushing on the windows, see if they have any give. (They don't.)]
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Any luck?
[ She's put the chair down momentarily at least, leaning on it and waiting for Nero's results. ]
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... No.
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[ She was perfectly fine lounging around the Cafe until suddenly curfew was announced -- and now suddenly, she's mega-annoyed to be here. ]
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[BOO!!]
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The roof can be quite nice to sleep on.
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Sleep there a lot?
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[ ...
Yeah, she won't elabourate on that, actually. ]
I've learned that beds are so much nicer.
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[SIGH...]
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