11th Dimension Arcade & E-Cafe

[Cho-Cho Twain]

Ｄａｈｌｉａx☾xＢａｒｄｏｔ

【 The Mirror Witch 】

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She was being bought indirectly, right? After hear the back and forth from the strange man to the store owner, it seemed like that fact was unfortunately true. What the hell! After spending a few weeks at the store, she never expected to accidentally be bought along with one of the mirrors, and for only $280? It was an expensive price for a mirror and a book, but it wasn't nearly enough for a person of her caliber! What was she supposed to do in this situation? She might have been trapped in the Mirror Void for nearly 200 years, but she had never been accidentally trafficked before. Wherever she was being taken to, she would have to figure out a way to get out of there, and quickly!

As the man exited the shop, there wasn't much that Dahlia could see due to the fact that the mirror she was in had been wrapped up in bubble wrap. A smart move since mirrors were super fragile. Honestly, she didn't want to get trapped in this realm once again from being stuck into a broken mirror. Even without sight, it was easy to tell she was outside. The sound of the wind that gently rolled in through the nighttime breeze, the occasionally sound of the cars as they past by on the streets. Where the next destination was going to be was unknown to her, but hopefully she would be able to escape whatever place it was going to be.

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☾ MOOD: Irritated
☾ COMPANY: Stranger
☾ OUTFIT: In the pic
☾ OOC:

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Seth Richard

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Leaves from the autumn transition drifted along the sidewalk as a strong gust lifted week-old litter. A nearby sodium-vapor lamp flickered, its unreliable photoresistor causing the light source to alternate between its ON and OFF states. A nearby homeless male sat against a grimy brick wall down an alleyway, slumped across a rusty dumpster that had probably not seen service for well over a decade. The man's ferrous scent made Seth's mouth water, but the impeccably-dressed passerby managed to free himself just enough to continue past the urban decay; he recognized the intersection ahead, and it was only yet one more block until he arrived at the arcade.

A busted-up black sedan sped past Seth when he arrived at the first crosswalk. Nearby, a personal electronics store selling cellular devices and cheap knockoff goods was closed for the night; through the burglar bar-protected window, one could see only the faint red light of the shop's fire exit sign. Two men wearing heavy jackets stood within arm's reach of each other in front of a liquor store, and Seth could not help but overhear the two arguing about some transaction. There was no doubt that the block's local dealers were finalizing the deals made for the day, or at least informing their lieutenants of the day's activities. No law enforcement vehicles were in immediate sight, nor were any vehicles more expensive than a lightly used four-door sedan.

Seth had finally crossed the second intersection from the east, and the arcade's side entrance was coming up on his right. Putting his book aside in the shopping bag, Seth furnished a plastic card from his pocket just as he stopped besides the entrance, a metallic office-style door that had been recently power washed by the property management company. A nearby card reader was installed besides the locked door, its crimson blinking LED signifying that the side entrance was secured. The card reader's green LED blinked furiously after Seth swiped his card as the automated lock disengaged, giving the visitor five seconds to open and push his way inside. In a moment, the hydraulic spring closed the door automatically, and the lock reengaged.

The former locker room emanated no noise besides the faintest perceptible hum heard around and behind the locker row before Seth. Five of the room's lockers appeared to be secured by members' combination locks at the moment, providing minuscule splashes of vibrant colors to an otherwise drab, spartan environment. Seth paused for a moment, and drew in a generous quantity of air through his nostrils: Nobody seemed to be lurking in the common area next door, or else the delectable metallic odor of blood would have greeted the individual. Good, the strange man thought as he swiped his card at the second reader and pulled the door open. The arcade's motion-activated lamps triggered upon Seth's entry, and the man saw clearly the state of the arcade as he crossed the relatively spacious room: The northern and southern gaming tables were clear of all belongings, requiring only a minor spray-down that Seth could do later. All four computers were powered off, their bases joined to the underlying table by simple cable locks as a basic theft deterrent.

Seth stopped in front of what had to be his least favorite room in the building: The restroom. Dear God, I hope nobody has trashed it tonight. To Seth's relief, nothing atypical appeared in the tiny closet-like room as he opened and stepped through the restroom entrance. Aside from the roll of single-ply toilet paper requiring replacement, nothing significant needed to be done to the restroom tonight. All that remained now was the installation of the mirror above the washing basin. Seth began by gently pulling the bubble-wrapped mirror from the paper bags and unwrapping the bubble wrap. From the reflective surface's perspective, one would see the porcelain throne and a half-consumed TP roll contrasting against a grungy red brick background.

At long last, Seth finally raised the mirror with both hands along its right and left edges. He took several steps forward, and- after wiggling the mounting brackets around the two support nails- pushed the mirror into its new home, a possibly stark contrast to its aristocratic, wealthy origins. Again, after checking to see that the mounting nails would not detach from the mirror's weight, Seth lowered his hands and briefly stared into the reflective glass: The crimson specks in his irises were considerably more numerous by this late hour, with some merging together to form larger blots of ruby-red.

I ******** need a cold one.

Seth made a near about-face and proceeded to leave the meager bathroom, closing the metal door behind him; unbeknownst to the man, there was a second person lurking in the bathroom's confines, confined to a poor mirror that now saw its fate among the patrons of a second-rate arcade from a bygone era.

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Mood: Alert, Hungry
Company: Unaware
Outfit: Casual dress clothes

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Cho-Cho Twain

 

[Cho-Cho Twain]

Ｄａｈｌｉａx☾xＢａｒｄｏｔ

【 The Mirror Witch 】

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The longer that Dahlia became stuck into the mirror, the more irritated the outdated witch seemed to get. Where the hell was he going? The rushing sound of the cars passing by, alongside the sounds of his footsteps as they hit the pavement one by one was all that she could hear. With her line of sight currently out for who knows how long, all Dahlia could really do was just sit and wait things out. Soon enough, the slight sound change in the location was heard. ” What’s that metallic sound? “ The witch thought to herself as she heard the sound of the light beeping noise that the key card gave off as the strange man slid his card through.

The differing sounds made her come to the conclusion that she was inside some building. She no longer heard the outside natural forces of the wind brushing past, or vehicles making their way through the city streets. It seemed more quiet than anything. Was this the man’s home? Well… wherever she was, she was going to have to figure out a way to make her grand escape - SOON! Being trapped in the Mirror Void once more was out of the question for Dahlia! She already wasted away 200 years of her life; she wanted to actually experience things other than the distasteful words from her opposite, or the growling and low gurgling sounds from the evil creatures of that realm.

It wasn’t too long until her sight had finally been restored. The bubble wraps and bags had been removed! It was about damn time! All seemed decently okay, until the first thing that came to view, besides the stranger from earlier, was the ivory colored toilet that stood behind him. ” A RESTROOM? HE BOUGHT A $280 MIRROR FOR THIS DINGY LITTLE SHITTER? “

The only thing she had felt at that moment was disgust and rage. Dahlia honestly couldn’t believe she was stuck in a mirror that was going to be onlooking the future place for people to expel their wastes and what not. DISGUSTING! This was definitely something she did NOT want to be seeing. She felt dirty from the thought of it. Who in their right mind would want to watch someone use the toilet right in front of them. The witch had no interest whatsoever in viewing others’ possibly gross bathroom habits.

After a few long moments of waiting for the stranger to finally put up the mirror, silver orbs watched through until he had finally decided to leave. A soft sigh of relief escaped through her lips before pondered on what to do. Now that he was away, now would’ve been the perfect time to leave! Without a single shred of hesitation, Dahlia’s dainty hands pressed against the portal that was the surface of the mirror and began to push herself through. She didn’t realize how high up the mirror was over the ground, so instead of landing gracefully onto her feet, the poor girl fell forward, not only landing on the disgusting tile floor, but also hitting her ankle against the sink as she fell. ” {OUCH! GOD DAMN IT!} “ The woman cursed in French as she hobbled her way up onto her feet, her left ankle sore and most likely bruised from the landing.

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☾ MOOD: Enraged
☾ COMPANY: Stranger
☾ OUTFIT: In the pic
☾ OOC:

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Seth Richard

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The locker room door closed behind Seth as he made his way to an as-of-yet unmentioned entrance: Another door identical to the interior exit in design stood perpendicular to two lockers. The faint hum from earlier was again audible (At least to those with sensitive ears), putting the man at ease. Swiping his card down a card reader besides the mysterious door, Seth took a final glimpse behind him before he pushed his way into the mysterious room, closing and locking the entrance behind him.

Home, sweet home.

Seth's eyes quickly adjusted to the minimal lighting within the tiny closet-like cell. Two floor pillows identical to those found in the common area were stitched together to form an improvised mattress, yet that was not the room's distinguishing characteristic: At the mattress's "foot" stood a stainless steel cylinder pumping heat through small vents to its rear bottom. Upon taking a closer look, one would realize that this was a laboratory-grade sample freezer complete with an ominous biohazard trefoil painted across the lid's top surface.An insulated cord ran from the cylinder's base to a nearby outlet, giving the disturbing container the power needed to keep its pathogenic contents preserved.

Opposite from the cylindrical freezer stood another door which Seth immediate took, leading to a larger room where the hum was at its loudest: Two power-hungry racks took up residence along the northwest corner of what turned otu to be the proper networking "closet." The Arcade's WLAN controller, two layer-three switches, a fiber modem, NAS array, and dedicated server filled the leftmost rack while its neighbor stood empty save for five rows of rack rails. In time, the Arcade would soon find both racks furnished with top-of-the-line servers cracking away at unsuspecting networks in the wee morning hours... But that would need to wait, for in the meantime the preexisting infrastructure's owner was getting strapped for cash.

Seth knelt on the data center's sole pillow before another all-in-one desktop machine, extending his right arm to punch in the four-digit passcode protecting another freezer besides the starving man. The lid's keypad LEDs blinked green in rapid succession as the lock disengaged, and Seth treated himself to what was contained within: His fingers finally curled around something bag-like, and his hand returned with a unit of dark ruby fluid bound in plastic.

The "man" opened his watering mouth, revealing four needle-like fangs sharing the same consistency of his teeth. Leaning over the coffee table and away from the desktop, Seth finally gave into his darker self and sunk his teeth into the plastic container, ripping through the plastic as though it were air to ingest the hemoglobin-rich compound.

God. Why did you reduce me to this state?

Seth's breathing slowed while he reluctantly consumed his meal. One year after the incident, his revulsion to blood consumption was no longer physiological: The four packs Seth consumed over the past two weeks even had a "sweet" note that had replaced the blandness he experienced for six months, and this change was certainly preferable to the downright metallic taste he reviled before those dull months. Instead, Seth felt imprisoned as he drained the blood pack of its remaining contents: Despite the newish freezers in the server room, he still found himself prowling the vast steam tunnel network every four weeks, wasting valuable time trying to snatch packets of blood from a blood bank when he could be doing more valuable work.

Though his meal deadened his predatory sense of smell, Seth did detect a minuscule odor of a human. Likely a member or pedestrian. It's not like I need to leave my room...



Before Seth could get to his feet, another odor joined his nostrils: It, too, was one of human blood... And an unfortunate side of BO. Calm down, Seth. If someone finds your bag and book, they might think it was a fellow member who left their s**t behind. Wait until the scents pass, and you'll be okay. Seth shifted along the floor pillow, putting himself in a more comfortable position. The all-in-one device was going to take a minute to boot; Seth might as well hunker down while he waited for the boot sequence to finish.

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"Hey Mitch! Mind the box, will ya?" A pasty, skinny man groaned, following the heels of a short heavyset man along the leaf-littered sidewalk. The autumn air had settled down around the Arcade's premises.

"Sorry Brian," Mitch apologized, nervously stroking his graying, prodigious beard. "How was work by the way?"

Brian sighed, taking out a rectangular piece of plastic from his pocket. "Last week's deployment could have gone better. ******** of a web server gave up the ghost, and I had to miss last Friday's poker tournament at Curly's so I could bring the backup online. That piece of s**t took hours to upgrade and bring online, I swear..." The card reader beeped again after Brian swept his card. "What about you, Mitch? How was Hell Week? Did you guys get those forms or whatever you needed filed?"

"Yeah," Mitch yawned. "Cheryl's a pain in the a** to work with. She takes hours to respond with a one-liner. Good thing she's getting sacked next week, or so I hear. "

"Good riddance!"

The new arrivals laughed heartily as Mitch led the way, taking the two unkempt men to the gaming space's southern table. Mitch took his spot across from where Brian would kneel and opened the red box: Inside sat bags of silvery miniatures, hexagonal plates, a clear plastic box of dice, and a mint-condition rule book. Tonight was going to be a fun night!

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Mood: Satiated, Anxious
Company: Unknown
Outfit: Casual dress clothes

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Cho-Cho Twain

 

[Cho-Cho Twain]

Ｄａｈｌｉａx☾xＢａｒｄｏｔ

【 The Mirror Witch 】

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It took a few moments for Dahlia to finally regain her composure. After the fall, her ankle had honestly felt sore as hell. Who’s ankle wouldn’t be hurting if they had landed oh-so “gracefully” onto the hard pavement of the bathroom’s flooring. Speaking of which, looked pretty… basic, in the least. There wasn’t much of anything. Barely any classy decorations or accents for the room itself. Not only that, but the roll of the bathroom tissue paper was running dangerously low. She felt sorry for the next victim who would’ve been stuck in a very awkward situation.

While her silver eyes had taken a good look of things in the area, they picked up on a book and a bag. ” Hmm… Perhaps it belonged to that crimson-eyed stranger? “ Neutral in the face, the young witch bent down and gently picked up the two items. He should be a bit more careful about leaving personal items behind. Thieves were all over the place sometimes. Lucky for him, Dahlia wasn’t a thief… but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t nosy at times.

Gingerly taking the book into dainty hands, Dahlia turned the book over to the front cover to see what the man had bought besides the expensive mirror. A Modern History of Fantaisie? She wasn’t a huge history fanatic, but it seemed interesting enough to skim through, at least.

As she made her way up the the metal door, the witch reached a hand out towards the cold metal door knob, turning it slowly to the left and began to gradually open it up. The place wasn’t what she had thought. In her mind, she had pictured a rinky-dink looking house - something that would’ve matched up to the atrociously bland and dirty looking bathroom. To her surprise, however, Dahlia was greeted to what looked like a game room? Laid out about the room, there were multiple tables that had various games and/or computer screens for online gaming, it seemed. This was where she was taken to? She supposed… it had its own charm, but it wasn’t something that she saw herself going to on her own.

Dahlia had no interest in games, all she wanted to do at the time was simply read that book. She picked the table that was on the same side as the bathroom and decided to sit there to read. Plopping herself down into one of the chairs, one slender leg crossed over the other as long wisps of silver eyelashes fluttered with a slight blink of her eyes. Glancing down onto the open book before her, Dahlia silently began to dive into the words onto the book’s page until… a strong odor began to sting at her nostrils.
Two men - one heavy set with a grey speckled beard, and the other horrendously ghostly looking in complexion and slender like a beanpole. Their loud chatter and laughter ruined her reading, not only that, their smell was enough to set her off. Slamming the book shut, emotionless eyes that had a faint glimmer of annoyance darted over to the two men with a sigh of complete distaste. ” Must you two be so loud? Also, when was the last time you two showered? You smell horrendous. “ Instantly after her words, Dahlia pinched her nose to protect herself from the BO.

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☾ MOOD: Enraged
☾ COMPANY: Stranger & Stinky Strangers
☾ OUTFIT: In the pic
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Seth Richard

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The switch rack's fans hummed over Seth's keystrokes. The soft blue glow of the desktop made the vampire wince in discomfort, but it would be only another few seconds before the login screen transitioned to a maximized amber-on-black command line interface. An Ethernet cable plugged into the monitor ran behind the device and down along the room's western wall until a riser shaft fed the segment into one of the switch's switchports. A green LED lining the Ethernet port blinked with every keystroke Seth made, relaying remote console traffic between the attached server and Seth's setup on the southern end.

So far, so good: Some script kiddie's port scan of the edge router proved unsuccessful, or so Seth had concluded after skimming through the delightfully uneventful day's log file. The same idiot that kept trying to brute-force their way into the Arcade's network seemed to have given up after triggering the intrusion prevention script multiple times, frustrating their would-be infiltration by many minutes. Of course, Seth would backtrace his prey later since the ******** failed to use even a basic proxy to obfuscate their trail, but that would have to wait. He needed to monitor something more pressing.

Seth closed the remote shell session and double-clicked on a CCTV camera icon. A large grey rectangle divided into four quadrants filled Seth's screen before three of the quadrants blinked black and rendered the cameras' current video buffer: Two strangers were present by the west entrance. s**t. Looks like I do have company after all.

He paused the life video feed with lightning reflexes and stared at the two men who had entered through the western entrance. There seemed to be an obese bloodba- er, human- along with his skinnier cohort. Seth could no longer smell the two visitors' body odor thanks to his normalized sense of smell, but he could hear the faint laughter through the walls as though it were in his crash pad to the south. Seth glanced at his reflection and saw that his eyes were back to "normal," if silvery eyes were more common; he could pass for a new member, make his way into the shitter, get his book, and sneak back past the two Dungeons & Doms players.

Seth locked his monitor and stood from his perch, making haste to the southern closet. He would need to act fast.

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"Huh? Who the ******** are you, lady?" Brian asked, somewhat surprised as the pasty man shot a glare over to the mysterious woman. "And you-"

"Brian! Calm down, calm down; she's so... GORGEOUS!"

If pink hearts could appear in people's eyes like they did in animes and mangas, Mitch's eyes would be the ideal candidates as the greasy fellow eyeballed Dahlia from head to toe. "Mind if I- Ow!"

"Dammit, Mitch; this b***h is busting our balls," Brian growled, standing from his seat after backhanding Mitch's scalp. "Listen lady; you-"

"Hey! What the ******** is going on over there?"

Brian and Mitch jumped, startled, when they saw a strange, pale man at the locker entrance. "I-"

"Shut up, fatty!" Seth hissed, paying no attention to the seated woman to the west. His eyes settled on Brian, not giving Brian's accomplice another glance even for a second. "I can hear both of your bullshit from the locker room; last I checked, it's not even Tabletop Night! Now can you please keep it down and stop bitching about 'Cheryl?'"

Mitch bowed his head, but Brian stood firm, keeping his eyes locked on the insufferable bystander: This sorry son of a b***h HAD to stick his nose in an esteemed Dungeon Master's business. A Registered DM for God's sake! "Just who the hell are you, ash head?"

Seth's left eyebrow twitched, furrowing in seething rage; this was not the first time somebody had commented on his hideous appearance, but ash head? Granted, it was not "old man," nor was it "salt pile" like that one time some punk kid said at a park in the evening... Still, Seth barely managed to suppress any visible indication of anger, instead forcing a smirk through his breath: "Give me your name, and I might give you mine. That is, if your friends call you something besides 'swamp a**.'"

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Mood: Pissed
Company: One Woman, Two Neckbeards
Outfit: Casual dress clothes

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Cho-Cho Twain

 

[Cho-Cho Twain]

Ｄａｈｌｉａx☾xＢａｒｄｏｔ

【 The Mirror Witch 】

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While she continued to read through the Fantaisie history book, Dahlia didn’t even move her eyes to glance at the two neckbeards. Mainly, she was just ignoring the heavy-set man who had an apparent thirst for her ghostly looking behind. ” Well, this b***h would just like to read this book in peace and quiet and… without the scent of intense body odor ravishing my nose. “ Her tone was neutral yet there was a hint of annoyance there as well. Did they really not shower… like at all? Could they really not smell themselves and the highly obvious scent that they gave off? It was disgusting! Not only that, they didn’t seem to present themselves of having the best people skills. Hell… Who was she kidding? After being trapped in a mirror for 200 or so years, her people skills weren’t necessarily the best also.

” If that’s the way you talk to a woman, then no wonder you two stinking sad-sacks have no significant other. “ Before she could even go further into reading the two men to the filth that they were, Dahlia’s silver eyes took notice of the strange man from before. Ah, so he finally made his appearance now, huh? He must have been the owner of this establishment. The one who bought an expensive mirror for a dingy, basic bathroom.

Her slight smirk was hidden under the cover of the book as the ash-haired male began to explode on the two males. Without even stepping into the action, she just wanted to sit and observe the whole scene before her. ” My, My~ This is simply turning into an interesting string of events. “

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☾ MOOD: Annoyed | Amused
☾ COMPANY: Stranger & Stinky Strangers
☾ OUTFIT: In the pic
☾ OOC: Sorry if it's a bit short! ;;

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Seth Richard

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A vein bulged in Brian's neck to the lower right. "Why should I tell you, old boy? I'll have you know, I know my way with a naginata and six martial arts! I can tear you to a ******** crisp right now-

"Please calm down, Brian!" Mitch pleaded, tightening his grip on Brian's shoulder. From behind the table, Mitch looked into the eyes of the... employee? The pale-looking man's argentine eyes appeared predatory and sharp behind an expressionless mask: Mitch could sense the obvious fury in his eyes, but there was something dark about them in a way he could not describe. "We should leave this fella be; we can play elsewhere-"

"That's a good idea, fatty. And, for the record, I am a senior member here. It would behoove you two to treat me such!" Seth snapped, cracking his right index finger at the first knuckle. "And from tonight's bullshit, it seems you have no intention to do so, let alone respect the use of this space by other members!" Seth pointed a slender finger into the direction of the strange woman he glimpsed a minute ago, though he did not look in her direction even for a second. In any minute, the combative s**t-eating beanpole could tackle the poor sod into the carpet... Not that it would hurt much, of course, but the silver-haired man preferred to not get in contact with whatever hobo juices were embedded in the neckbeard's body. Only God could tell how long a shower would take to get rid of the putrid stench. "And unless if you have the means to back your threats at the moment, don't bother; I do fight back."

"Then bring it, Snow White!"

"Brian- don't!" But it was too late: Breaking free from Mitch's grasp, time appeared to slow down for Brian as the walking stick- or, more accurately, sprinting stick- lunged for this piece of s**t's throat: How dare he interrupt the two gamers' campaign of Dungeons & Doms! If there was one thing Brian hated more than anything else on a fine evening, it was being talked down to by prissy ******** who could not understand the TRUE value of a game room: Letting go of one's inhibitions for a long night's round of laughter.

Mitch blinked his beady eyes: Something was wrong. "Snow White" still stood where he had in silence- or had he? Mitch blinked again, distrusting his eyesight and all that, but they had not betrayed him the first time around: A loud <********> punctuated the confrontation, and Mitch's pupils dilated in horror as they saw Brian crumpled in a heap before the eastern table. No, it could not be! The ash-haired man seemed to have side-stepped three feet aside at the last tenth of a second, giving Brian a wide berth to dive into the carpet and bonk his head against a leg of the eastern low-rise table. Mitch scooted over into the adjacent pillow against the wall; the dandier man continued his sneer, glaring down at the bowling ball as he stopped within two arms' reach of the rancid lardball.

"It was a mistake of your friend to arrive. When he comes to, tell him that I will have revoked his access privileges for a month, Fatty Patty. Or, should I call you by your full name, Mitch Patrick?" Seth spat in front of Mitch. He curled his lips downward, hearing nothing from the mouth breather before him. "As for you, I'm a nice guy. You are hereby suspended for only a week-"

The sweaty gamer squeaked "A week?", but Seth raised his fist. "b***h about it, and I will double your suspension. If you tell anyone about tonight's incident, well..." Seth began, cracking his right index finger again. "I know where you live; Macrohard Industries mails your paycheck to 555 Snowbank Drive, do they not? Again, I ******** know where you live, pal. Same goes for Brian Connor, understood?"

Mitch felt lightheaded. How did this frightening man manage to name his employer and residence? In his three weeks at the Arcade, the accountant had never came across this silver-eyed stranger. Never had he even heard rumors of him either! "I-"

"Understood? If you do, get your friend's ragged a** and your box out of my shop. Your suspension goes into effect immediately."

"Y-yes!" Mitch squeaked, scrambling to his feet and sprinting to where Brian laid, knocked out. Seth glared at the two as Mitch lifted the injured neckbeard with his free arm. The bowling ball then waddled awkwardly to the western exit, hoisting his fallen comrade in a futile walking assist as he made his leave.

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Combat Music: Deja Vu
Mood: Pissed
Company: One Woman, A fat neckbeard, and one KO'd neckbeard
Outfit: Casual dress clothes

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[Cho-Cho Twain]

Ｄａｈｌｉａx☾xＢａｒｄｏｔ

【 The Mirror Witch 】

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The witch didn’t expect this to turn into a fight, but she definitely wasn’t going to complain. This was deliciously amusing. While the stringbean looked pathetic trying to throw a swinging punch at the grey-haired man, Dahlia had no shred of sympathy when he knocked himself out. Karma was a b***h! He shouldn’t have called her out of her name so easily like that. Rule #1, never call a lady a “b***h” for calling out the truth. It wasn’t her fault that they had bad hygiene! Maybe taking a shower every once and a while would prevent someone for calling them out on stinking up the place. Hmph!

As the events progressed, Dahlia slowly closed the book and gently placed it onto the table as silver orbs took in the sight of this delightful fiasco. It was quite obvious that the stranger with bad spending habits wasn’t human. But what was he? With how fast he moved, he had to have had some kind of heightened senses. Not only that, she was pretty sure she had seen a small glimmer of crimson hue in his irises. Well, at least what she had seen from the mirror.

Seeing the stranger threatened the fat man with a membership termination and ban, Dahlia’s lips faintly curled into a smirk. Served them right! Maybe next time the slender, lanky man would pick a better fight before attempting to throw punches. He was all bark and no bite, that’s for sure. As the fat man picked up and dragged his friend out of the building, Dahlia slowly began to clap her hands and sat up from her seat. ” Bravo, monsieur. Wonderful show that was~ “

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☾ COMPANY: Stranger & Stinky Strangers
☾ OUTFIT: In the pic
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Seth Richard

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And stay out, ******** glared at where the two miscreants once stood: The exit was now shut tight, and its lock would reengage in several seconds for what would probably be the remainder of the night. Assuming, of course, that nobody else would arrive and throw another tantrum, which Seth trusted would not be the case. Excluding the events of tonight, this week's evening hours proved to be especially quiet, giving the man time to make his finishing touches to the space.

The slow round of applause forced Seth back to the present, turning his head to the table with one remaining occupant. The woman appeared to him as though a Victorian-era Daguerreotype became self-aware and sprung to live in the real world: Seth made out the strange lady's monochromatic skirt, her silvery hair, and eyes that matched both her scalp and get-up. Seth's smirk vanished: How long had she sat in the common area? He did not recollect seeing anyone on his arrival through the locker room, nor had he detected the presence of anybody during his blood craving. Maybe she was being followed by those ******** he had evicted just now?

"Thank you, thank you. My apologies for this... predicament," Seth gestured to the exit before letting his hand fall aside. "It is highly against our policy to harass or otherwise ******** around with fellow attendees. Never mind the fact that our members hold higher standards of hygiene. Mostly, anyways." Seth shrugged, taking a left-face towards the western exit. "I do not believe we've met before; I take it you are a new member?"

I need to check the logs. Something's not right. Seth grimaced, keeping his attention focused on the entrance with his hands in his pockets. Just who is this lady? Was she the first scent from earlier?

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Mood: Bewildered
Company: One Woman
Outfit: Casual dress clothes

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[Cho-Cho Twain]

Ｄａｈｌｉａx☾xＢａｒｄｏｔ

【 The Mirror Witch 】

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” Oh, please! Those disgusting, putrid simpletons needed to be knocked down a could pegs. Or at least the string-bean did. “ The witch replied as she crossed her arms gently over her chest before silvery hued eyes took it upon themselves to inspect the male even further. Had he really not noticed her there before? She was the primary reason as to why the pasty beanpole had a big attitude just recently. Calling out their terrible personal hygiene seemed to be enough to set one of the neckbeards off. The fat one… well… perhaps he had a kink for being degraded by a woman? She knew such strange fetishes existed, but she never thought that she would spark such a response from that man. Ugh. The thought of it simply made the poor woman shudder in sheer disgust. That definitely was not what she had wanted.

As the stranger before her continued on speaking, Dahlia simply shook her head towards his next question. ” No. I’m not a member. But I must say, you really have an awful taste in bathroom decor. Spending a whole $280 for a fancy mirror and an old history book? Really? “ Her words were very blunt - the same as it was towards the two neckbeards - but still, maybe her statement came off as stalker-ish? He couldn’t have known she was in the mirror the whole time, could he? He wouldn’t have taken the mirror if he knew… Or at least she hoped he wouldn’t. After a few centuries, the minds of others became a complete mystery to her. She had no clue what a person was thinking. Individuals were so strange these days.

Pausing for a moment, Dahlia turned on her heels to grab the male’s bag and his book and handed it over to him. ” I believe these belong to you, no? You should really be more aware of your belongings, honestly. “

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☾ COMPANY: Stranger & Stinky Strangers
☾ OUTFIT: In the pic
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Seth Richard

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What in the actual ********? How does she-

The corners of Seth's mouth curved downward as he shot another glance to the woman's position: ” No. I’m not a member. But I must say, you really have an awful taste in bathroom decor. Spending a whole $280 for a fancy mirror and an old history book? Really? “ were the words that rang through his head. Did she read the receipt that laid crumpled along the paper bag's bottom? Possibly, but receipts did not have photographs of customers, nor did the man pay for his s**t with a credit card. He did not even have a bank account tied to his genuine personal identity, let alone a credit card for ******** sake!

Keep it cool, man. Just deny everything. If she's a pig, you know well your rights...

Seth paused for a moment, staring at the worn paper bag, his dated history volume, and this ******** stranger he had never met in person nor screened online. "I'm afraid I have not seen the bag or book here before," he lied, shaking his head. "That probably belongs to another visitor or member. And I'm not sure whether you should read strangers' s**t. Even if you are looking for the owner..." Seth sighed, approaching the common area's only occupied table. He did not take his seat but stopped short of the woman's possible reach, leering at the front entrance for a moment. "You are not even registered in our system, but, as a senior member, I will make an exception for you tonight: Consider yourself a holder of a temporary 'night pass' as compensation for tonight's bullshit. If you would like to enjoy twenty-four hour access beyond tomorrow, you will need to sign up through our web portal." Seth did not take the goods presented by the woman. Instead, he leaned back against the support pillar, keeping a cold silvery eye on the front door. "As for the shitter, I think it's best if the owner did not make it too comfortable. On the other hand, perhaps the owner thinks even neckbeards deserve the privilege of cleaning up their act? I would agree with him on that, especially for those sacks of s**t."

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Mood: Suspicious
Company: One Woman
Outfit: Casual dress clothes

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[Cho-Cho Twain]

Ｄａｈｌｉａx☾xＢａｒｄｏｔ

【 The Mirror Witch 】

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Oh my, he was such a dirty little liar. Had she had been someone without her powers, maybe - just maybe, she would have believed him. With her curiosity perked, Dahlia tilted her head to the side as her eyes narrowed slightly and her smirk widening just a tad. ” You must know, I’m not a huge fan of people who lie through their teeth. “ That fact was true. While she absolutely hated compulsive liars, at the same time, she loved to point that out in a manipulative manner. She found some odd delight in their shocked facial expressions, the sudden nervousness they felt. It was probably a bad habit for her, but after being locked in a mirror for damn near 2 centuries, what other hobbies was she going to have? Knitting?

” Let’s see, if my memory proves me right, you were trying to haggle with the older woman at Harriet’s Knick-Knacks, correct? “ Standing up straight now, Dahlia began to circle around the male, almost like a wolf going around its prey. ” The mirror on its own was going to be $300 and the book was $15, so you convinced her to bundle them together for the grand total of $280. Tsk Tsk… “ She still couldn’t wrap her mind about why he would pay THAT much for a damn bathroom mirror. If it was going into a nicely furnished home, then she could understand. But, a damn bathroom? At an arcade for neckbeards? Tch. They didn’t deserve THAT much good decor if they were just going to piss in jars and leave them around… or so she heard.

As she made her way back in front of him, Dahlia stopped in her tracks, silver eyes side-eyeing the male for a second. For someone who was so willingly to lie right off the bat, that meant he was hiding something, no? Whatever he was trying to conceal wasn’t her business, but she still liked to push buttons. For fun, of course! ” I’m shocked you would lie to someone that you indirectly kidnapped. Hmph. I should report you to the police, but I doubt they’d believe it. Now… “ The witch made her way back over to the seat she was sitting in before, crossing one slender leg over the other as her eyes pierced themselves back into the lying individual. ” … I’ll ask you again: Is this your stuff, sir? “

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☾ COMPANY: Stranger
☾ OUTFIT: In the pic
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