AlcheME! - SATURDAY NOON PST

[idolpro]

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

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[morelikefakespeareamirite]

[Humming and digging out his phone]

[doublefried]

[ the newbies go hard... they go hard ]

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

[DIALING P]

[doublefried]

[ wh ]

W, who are you calling...

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

The ghost of P.

[doublefried]

Ohhhhhhhhh.

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

Such an expression.

[doublefried]

[ pats his shoulder. ]

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

?

[doublefried]

You'll get 'im.

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

What the fuck does that mean bird boy?

[doublefried]

I believe in you! I support you!

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

In what?! Speak up so I can hear you!

[doublefried]

In your endeavors.

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

[Raises a leg]

What endeavors?

[doublefried]

You know!

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

No, I don't. Please elaborate.

[doublefried]

[ JUST UFUFUFUS ]

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

Just tell me!

[doublefried]

[ TURNS INVSIBLE ]

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

I know where you live.