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xp_logsAfter the movie, the New Mutants check out a junk store that Meggan likes the look of.
Having entered the second hand store in front of everyone else, Sarah held the door open for the rest of her fellow students to come inside as well. She looked around the dingy shop as she did so. It was dark inside, not pitch black but noticeably dimmer and cooler than the outside. Perhaps it was intentional, to preserve some of the contents of the store, Sarah reckoned. Once everyone was inside she started wandering about, looking at the various knick knacks and thingamabobs that were scattered everywhere throughout the store; the place was absolutely clogged with so much clutter that she wondered how the owners ever kept track of it all. She looked over at the gruff proprietor, smiling at him but not getting one in return.
She looked away again, feeling a little uncomfortable. So she turned to Nico, looking away from the owner who didn’t appear to be all that happy to have them there. “Odd little place, but kinda neat, isn’t it?”
Being around people, while still not as normal as it had been for her in the past, was something Nico felt glad of being able to do. Her somewhat unfazed glare at the store did little to show her actual state though. The whole time, she had been as easy and snarky as she usually was, but the edge of slight detachment was evident in different degrees through the day. Still, she smiled at Sarah when she heard the girl. “Looks like it, yeah. Kind of makes me want to sneak around to see if I can find some magic artifact hidden somewhere.” All she would need to do was a quick scan of the magic energies on the store, actually, but she didn’t bother. “Perhaps we can get you a proper staff now?”, added as she inclined a little in front of a row of old looking tea sets.
“Magic artifacts, hmm?” Pixie piped up, looking up from her phone where she was texting Dori: coming? we r at the antique store in salem center. The place reminded Pixie more of her great auntie’s attic than a magical shop of wonders. She picked up a garden gnome statue. Somehow it didn’t look at cute as it should have and she hastily put it back as the shopkeeper glared at her over the top of a tarnished vanity mirror. She moved to a stack of records and flipped through them one by one, glancing at the album art. She didn’t recognize any of the bands, but the covers had the sort of Art Nouveau style that was brought back in the 60’s and 70’s. “It is pretty cool, though. It’s like, this place doesn’t know what time era it belongs in.”
“Sure, we can look for one anyway, we should be able to find something.” Sarah was glad that her friend had remembered that. It’d be nice to have something of her own to accompany Nico with their therapeutic beat-the-crap-out-of-junk sessions. She looked around some more while nodding to Pixie’s comments. “It kinda straddles a whole bunch of eras, I think.”
Meggan’s eyes were briefly drawn to one area that looked like it wanted to be something from an old Western. Long dresses that looked like they had been pulled straight out of a historical novel, and old boots with spurs seemed to dominate that one particular corner. Sarah was right, it really didn’t know what it wanted to be. If it was this eclectic at the front of the store, maybe they’d all find something they really desperately wanted in a pile. “Molly, remember my promise? I said I’d get you a hat.” If they weren’t too expensive, she might buy her two of them. “How big do you want it?” She almost hoped it wouldn’t be the one that looked like something a guard at the Tower of London would wear, because that would just have Molly bumping into things.
Molly trailed behind Meggan, her Super Mario Bros mushroom hat bouncing up and down as she walked. Occasionally she heard a scowl from the old man nearby but figured he was probably just having a bad day.
“Ooooh. Ummm....Really? Thanks! I don’t have a cowboy hat yet. Can we get one of those? Maybe not toooo big. That way I can be like yeeee haw and we can try to find some fences to rope cause roping cows would probably hurt and...”
She was distracted by an old fortune telling machine tucked in the corner with half a mechanical woman grasping an orb. She had dark hair and elaborate eye makeup, her hair pulled back on top by a kerchief.
“Dude...it kinda looks like Nico.”
Artie blinked at it and backed away. “Oh my god, that’s the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen!” he said, typing the words into his portable speech synthesiser, because yeah. While the robot voice still sucked ass, it was still easier than waiting for someone else to be looking at him. He covered it’s face with his powers, making the eyes appear to blink and track movement around the store, while the mouth dropped open and tiny cockroaches poured out of it only to vanish.
“O ‘m dduw Artie...” Pixie swore automatically. “That is disturbing! UGH!” She flinched, half-covering her eyes with her hand. She glanced at it halfway, not able to totally look away. “It’s still looking at me... I can’t not look. It’s gonna kill me! IT HAS NO SOUL,” she wailed.
Matt had one hand on Artie’s shoulder as he followed his roommate about, free hand sort of sliding over things, but not really looking too carefully at stuff. There was nothing he needed and he didn’t have much money anyways. Plus, if this place was as eclectic as everyone was saying, it just sounded confusing, “What’s he doing?” he asked Pixie. Artie’s powers and Matt’s did not work together, at all.
Artie typed quickly, “Made its eyes blink some and look at Megan,” shaking with silent laughter. “She was scared as.” He dropped the projection before anyone got upset or argued that this counted as permanent damage and could they please pay for it now?
Pixie let out a sigh of relief. “You’re lucky you missed it,” she said to Matt. “Oh, yeah, I’m Pixie. I guess we haven’t really met.”
“Not yet,” Matt agreed, “Or at least, not formally. Matt Murdock,” he offered her his hand. “Pleasedtameetcha,” the words came out all together. “What’s the thing with the hats, anyways?” he asked, overhearing the other conversation going on.
“Nice to meet you.” Pixie smiled. “Oh, that...” she followed Matt’s gaze over to Meggan and Molly.
Meggan picked up a large cowboy hat from a shelf, and held it out for Molly with a grin. She waved her hand as some dust was accidentally stirred up, before answering Matt. “She just really loves them, and I told her I’d help her find some really unique ones,” she explained. “Maybe she wants to end up trying to set a world record someday for the biggest hat collection?” As long as nobody ever ended up buried under too many hats when they tried to open a closet door, then it was fine with her. “Oh, Molly, look. There’s a fez over here, too. Is it too big?”
Molly was distracted by the fortune teller “coming to life.” She would’ve been freaked out too but Pixie’s reaction made her giggle more than anything, probably because it was so dramatic, like she was in a play.
“I had 32 hats but then they got burned. It was bad. But I’m getting some more! Do you like hats? You’d look good with a hat! Maybe like...a Indiana Jones hat!” she said to Matt.
She perked up at the sight of the cowboy hat and immediately put it on her head. “Oh cool, thanks!” The hat was a little too big for her head so it just skimmed her eyebrow line.
“What’s a fez?”
There were some hats she liked but didn’t know the names of.
“I wear hats in the winter if it’s cold,” Matt said to Molly. Fashion was not something he was much interested in. How clothes felt against his skin was more important than how they looked on his body. Plus of course, price. Cheap is good. “But...sure. Lay a hat on me.” He’d play along, though he hadn’t realized that he was so much taller than the little girl.
Molly had a lot of winter hats. And summer hats. And spring hats. And fall hats. Some people didn’t like hats much but she didn’t mind.
“Okay!”
Glancing around, Molly found the Indiana Jones hat she was looking for and the sound was like ‘ahhhh!’ music in her head.
“Here’s one!” Molly said as she grabbed it and headed back over to Matt. Next came the awkward sight of a tiny girl hopping up and down to try to put a hat on a tall teenage boy’s head.
Wandering over as she continued to look around the shelves of the eclectic store, Sarah chuckled at the sight of Molly trying to put a hat on Matt. “Do you need a hand, Molly?” It was a cool looking hat indeed, and she thought it’d suit Matt well, if he could put it on, that was.
Amused, Matt reached out, accidentally hitting Molly slightly as she bounced, trying to take the hat from her, “Give that, shorty,” he said, trying to take the hat from her. When it was pressed into his hand he placed it on his head at what he hoped was a jaunty angle. “Better?” he asked, hoping someone in addition to Molly replied.
Molly didn’t really feel being hit, it didn’t hurt or anything so it was kinda more like a thud then a wham.
“Oh, thanks Sarah but I think he got it.”
Molly stepped back by Sarah once Matt had the hat on his head, to give the hat the once over, like a painter staring at their own artwork. She grinned.
“Yesss, awe-some!” Molly said with an excited, sing-song voice.
“Now you’re all....cool Jazz guy.”
Dori had just gotten off of work when she got the text from Megan. Luckily, the store they were talking about wasn’t that far from her shop and after she had packed up for the day, she put Monkey Joe in his riding spot in her backpack and walked on over.
“Hey,” she said brightly when she managed to find the group, after walking through the place once feeling like a bull in a china shop. Too much stuff here was too easy to break, even though it looked cool.
“Hello Dori,” Klara greeted when she saw that Doreen had joined them. She had remained silent for the duration of this trip thus far, looking at the various items in the shop and observing everyone else’s antics without comment.
“Dori!” Pixie exclaimed. “Hey, I wonder where some of this stuff came from. Did you see that baby carriage with the giant cat head on the front, by the door? I wonder who would put their baby in that. Or how about thiiiiis?” She held up some kind of bird’s beak that was strung onto a silver chain, swinging it slightly to and away from her friend.
“Next to that carriage was an umbrella with rows of those fake wobbley eyes glued on,” Meggan told Pixie, while waving a greeting to Dori. Maybe someone had been bored on a rainy day. She wasn’t sure how long those would stay on in the rain, but it had looked cute to her. “Hi, Dori!” She waited until Molly had succeeded in getting Matt to wear a hat, trying not to laugh as she did so, before she answered her question. “Sometimes those little toy monkeys with cymbals wear a fez. Or organ grinders, or Shriners. I don’t know if they all have little tassles like this, though.”
“OH! A rolo hat!”Molly said, nodding. She tended to make up terms for things she didn’t know what they were.
“I like rolo hats.”
Molly peered at Dori, giving her a smile and wave, but casually glancing around her to see if she could see any sign of Monkey Joe. She was still convinced he was evil. Dori, not so much, but actual squirrels were sneaky.
“Hey Dori,” Matt added. He didn’t really know the girl beyond the name, but hey, this was an opportunity to meet her and whatever. Get to know her. He was being all sociable and polite, so it only made sense. “I’m stylin’ now,” he grinned, still wearing the hat. “And that umbrella with the eyes sounds creepy. I bet it spies on people.”
“Yeah, there was a bunch of weird stuff here,” Doreen nodded, “Dad loved places like this... I’m always afraid I’m going to break something, you know? But maybe I’ll find something here that can stand up to the wrath of my claws.”
“I guess you wouldn’t need a bird beak then,” Pixie decided, placing the necklace down. “What’s a rolo hat?” She turned toward Molly and Matt, smiling at the sight of the younger girl playing dress-up with the new guy. Looming behind the pair she could just barely see a stuffed and mounted gopher. Or something. She leaned to Meggan and whispered worriedly, “that’s not a squirrel is it?”
“It’s what Molly calls a fez,” Meggan explained as she showed her the hat. She looked over to where Pixie was indicating, before shaking her head. “No, I don’t think so,” she whispered back. “The tail’s different, see? It’s not bushy like one. Maybe it could be a groundhog?” Or cousin to one, but she didn’t want to hold it and look for labels. She just really hoped there weren’t any actual stuffed squirrels to find lurking in the store.
“Oh good. Still kinda weird, though.”
Matt had wandered away, cane arcing carefully since it was sort of cramped and there seemed to be things everywhere. “I wonder how this place stays open,” he mused, “I mean, there’s a ton of stuff and it’s cool to look at, but does anyone buy it?” he was holding a bouquet of fake flowers.
Artie shrugged. “I have no idea. Hey, Nico!” he said, typing furiously, “can you do a thing like that thing Adrienne used to do and get this crap to talk and tell us about who actually buys it?”
Nico had quietly distanced herself from the conversation, absently staring at some old paintings as she frowned. At the colors. Because they were horrible, never mind those paintings seemed to be older than her. Still, you had to be mental in order to wear that kind of puffy dress with those--
“Say what?”, asked as she turned towards Artie, and then the rest. “Anyone interested on the idea? Last thing I want is to freak someone out and make them break something expensive in here.” She hadn’t tried a spell like that, so it was probably worth a shot.
No matter how tolerant Klara had learned to become, she still wasn’t entirely comfortable with magic. Still, Nico was Nico rather than some terrible and evil person. She fidgeted slightly, then quietly spoke up. “I will not freak out.”
Partially because she had a warning that something out of the ordinary would be happening, and partially because she knew there was no ill intent behind it.
Considering everyone else seemed to be okay with it, Nico quietly bit a fingertip, by now growing used to the pain and the blood, and brought the Staff of One without making much noise. Carefully placing the circular end against a shelf, Nico brought up the usual dark feelings that lingered on her, now bigger and stronger than ever, and let the words flow freely on her mouth.
“Go and tell another tale.”
The Staff of One seemed to vibrate, energy flowing into the shelf and the ones around it, and then it simple stopped. Looking around, Nico shrugged as she faced her friends. “Aaaaaand it’s done. What is done, I have no idea.”
Artie gave a stuffed iguana a cautious poke with a pencil. Nothing happened. “Hate to break it to you, Nico, but I think you kind of failed at this one. A lot,” he typed. “Let’s go. This place is creeping me out a bit.”
Having entered the second hand store in front of everyone else, Sarah held the door open for the rest of her fellow students to come inside as well. She looked around the dingy shop as she did so. It was dark inside, not pitch black but noticeably dimmer and cooler than the outside. Perhaps it was intentional, to preserve some of the contents of the store, Sarah reckoned. Once everyone was inside she started wandering about, looking at the various knick knacks and thingamabobs that were scattered everywhere throughout the store; the place was absolutely clogged with so much clutter that she wondered how the owners ever kept track of it all. She looked over at the gruff proprietor, smiling at him but not getting one in return.
She looked away again, feeling a little uncomfortable. So she turned to Nico, looking away from the owner who didn’t appear to be all that happy to have them there. “Odd little place, but kinda neat, isn’t it?”
Being around people, while still not as normal as it had been for her in the past, was something Nico felt glad of being able to do. Her somewhat unfazed glare at the store did little to show her actual state though. The whole time, she had been as easy and snarky as she usually was, but the edge of slight detachment was evident in different degrees through the day. Still, she smiled at Sarah when she heard the girl. “Looks like it, yeah. Kind of makes me want to sneak around to see if I can find some magic artifact hidden somewhere.” All she would need to do was a quick scan of the magic energies on the store, actually, but she didn’t bother. “Perhaps we can get you a proper staff now?”, added as she inclined a little in front of a row of old looking tea sets.
“Magic artifacts, hmm?” Pixie piped up, looking up from her phone where she was texting Dori: coming? we r at the antique store in salem center. The place reminded Pixie more of her great auntie’s attic than a magical shop of wonders. She picked up a garden gnome statue. Somehow it didn’t look at cute as it should have and she hastily put it back as the shopkeeper glared at her over the top of a tarnished vanity mirror. She moved to a stack of records and flipped through them one by one, glancing at the album art. She didn’t recognize any of the bands, but the covers had the sort of Art Nouveau style that was brought back in the 60’s and 70’s. “It is pretty cool, though. It’s like, this place doesn’t know what time era it belongs in.”
“Sure, we can look for one anyway, we should be able to find something.” Sarah was glad that her friend had remembered that. It’d be nice to have something of her own to accompany Nico with their therapeutic beat-the-crap-out-of-junk sessions. She looked around some more while nodding to Pixie’s comments. “It kinda straddles a whole bunch of eras, I think.”
Meggan’s eyes were briefly drawn to one area that looked like it wanted to be something from an old Western. Long dresses that looked like they had been pulled straight out of a historical novel, and old boots with spurs seemed to dominate that one particular corner. Sarah was right, it really didn’t know what it wanted to be. If it was this eclectic at the front of the store, maybe they’d all find something they really desperately wanted in a pile. “Molly, remember my promise? I said I’d get you a hat.” If they weren’t too expensive, she might buy her two of them. “How big do you want it?” She almost hoped it wouldn’t be the one that looked like something a guard at the Tower of London would wear, because that would just have Molly bumping into things.
Molly trailed behind Meggan, her Super Mario Bros mushroom hat bouncing up and down as she walked. Occasionally she heard a scowl from the old man nearby but figured he was probably just having a bad day.
“Ooooh. Ummm....Really? Thanks! I don’t have a cowboy hat yet. Can we get one of those? Maybe not toooo big. That way I can be like yeeee haw and we can try to find some fences to rope cause roping cows would probably hurt and...”
She was distracted by an old fortune telling machine tucked in the corner with half a mechanical woman grasping an orb. She had dark hair and elaborate eye makeup, her hair pulled back on top by a kerchief.
“Dude...it kinda looks like Nico.”
Artie blinked at it and backed away. “Oh my god, that’s the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen!” he said, typing the words into his portable speech synthesiser, because yeah. While the robot voice still sucked ass, it was still easier than waiting for someone else to be looking at him. He covered it’s face with his powers, making the eyes appear to blink and track movement around the store, while the mouth dropped open and tiny cockroaches poured out of it only to vanish.
“O ‘m dduw Artie...” Pixie swore automatically. “That is disturbing! UGH!” She flinched, half-covering her eyes with her hand. She glanced at it halfway, not able to totally look away. “It’s still looking at me... I can’t not look. It’s gonna kill me! IT HAS NO SOUL,” she wailed.
Matt had one hand on Artie’s shoulder as he followed his roommate about, free hand sort of sliding over things, but not really looking too carefully at stuff. There was nothing he needed and he didn’t have much money anyways. Plus, if this place was as eclectic as everyone was saying, it just sounded confusing, “What’s he doing?” he asked Pixie. Artie’s powers and Matt’s did not work together, at all.
Artie typed quickly, “Made its eyes blink some and look at Megan,” shaking with silent laughter. “She was scared as.” He dropped the projection before anyone got upset or argued that this counted as permanent damage and could they please pay for it now?
Pixie let out a sigh of relief. “You’re lucky you missed it,” she said to Matt. “Oh, yeah, I’m Pixie. I guess we haven’t really met.”
“Not yet,” Matt agreed, “Or at least, not formally. Matt Murdock,” he offered her his hand. “Pleasedtameetcha,” the words came out all together. “What’s the thing with the hats, anyways?” he asked, overhearing the other conversation going on.
“Nice to meet you.” Pixie smiled. “Oh, that...” she followed Matt’s gaze over to Meggan and Molly.
Meggan picked up a large cowboy hat from a shelf, and held it out for Molly with a grin. She waved her hand as some dust was accidentally stirred up, before answering Matt. “She just really loves them, and I told her I’d help her find some really unique ones,” she explained. “Maybe she wants to end up trying to set a world record someday for the biggest hat collection?” As long as nobody ever ended up buried under too many hats when they tried to open a closet door, then it was fine with her. “Oh, Molly, look. There’s a fez over here, too. Is it too big?”
Molly was distracted by the fortune teller “coming to life.” She would’ve been freaked out too but Pixie’s reaction made her giggle more than anything, probably because it was so dramatic, like she was in a play.
“I had 32 hats but then they got burned. It was bad. But I’m getting some more! Do you like hats? You’d look good with a hat! Maybe like...a Indiana Jones hat!” she said to Matt.
She perked up at the sight of the cowboy hat and immediately put it on her head. “Oh cool, thanks!” The hat was a little too big for her head so it just skimmed her eyebrow line.
“What’s a fez?”
There were some hats she liked but didn’t know the names of.
“I wear hats in the winter if it’s cold,” Matt said to Molly. Fashion was not something he was much interested in. How clothes felt against his skin was more important than how they looked on his body. Plus of course, price. Cheap is good. “But...sure. Lay a hat on me.” He’d play along, though he hadn’t realized that he was so much taller than the little girl.
Molly had a lot of winter hats. And summer hats. And spring hats. And fall hats. Some people didn’t like hats much but she didn’t mind.
“Okay!”
Glancing around, Molly found the Indiana Jones hat she was looking for and the sound was like ‘ahhhh!’ music in her head.
“Here’s one!” Molly said as she grabbed it and headed back over to Matt. Next came the awkward sight of a tiny girl hopping up and down to try to put a hat on a tall teenage boy’s head.
Wandering over as she continued to look around the shelves of the eclectic store, Sarah chuckled at the sight of Molly trying to put a hat on Matt. “Do you need a hand, Molly?” It was a cool looking hat indeed, and she thought it’d suit Matt well, if he could put it on, that was.
Amused, Matt reached out, accidentally hitting Molly slightly as she bounced, trying to take the hat from her, “Give that, shorty,” he said, trying to take the hat from her. When it was pressed into his hand he placed it on his head at what he hoped was a jaunty angle. “Better?” he asked, hoping someone in addition to Molly replied.
Molly didn’t really feel being hit, it didn’t hurt or anything so it was kinda more like a thud then a wham.
“Oh, thanks Sarah but I think he got it.”
Molly stepped back by Sarah once Matt had the hat on his head, to give the hat the once over, like a painter staring at their own artwork. She grinned.
“Yesss, awe-some!” Molly said with an excited, sing-song voice.
“Now you’re all....cool Jazz guy.”
Dori had just gotten off of work when she got the text from Megan. Luckily, the store they were talking about wasn’t that far from her shop and after she had packed up for the day, she put Monkey Joe in his riding spot in her backpack and walked on over.
“Hey,” she said brightly when she managed to find the group, after walking through the place once feeling like a bull in a china shop. Too much stuff here was too easy to break, even though it looked cool.
“Hello Dori,” Klara greeted when she saw that Doreen had joined them. She had remained silent for the duration of this trip thus far, looking at the various items in the shop and observing everyone else’s antics without comment.
“Dori!” Pixie exclaimed. “Hey, I wonder where some of this stuff came from. Did you see that baby carriage with the giant cat head on the front, by the door? I wonder who would put their baby in that. Or how about thiiiiis?” She held up some kind of bird’s beak that was strung onto a silver chain, swinging it slightly to and away from her friend.
“Next to that carriage was an umbrella with rows of those fake wobbley eyes glued on,” Meggan told Pixie, while waving a greeting to Dori. Maybe someone had been bored on a rainy day. She wasn’t sure how long those would stay on in the rain, but it had looked cute to her. “Hi, Dori!” She waited until Molly had succeeded in getting Matt to wear a hat, trying not to laugh as she did so, before she answered her question. “Sometimes those little toy monkeys with cymbals wear a fez. Or organ grinders, or Shriners. I don’t know if they all have little tassles like this, though.”
“OH! A rolo hat!”Molly said, nodding. She tended to make up terms for things she didn’t know what they were.
“I like rolo hats.”
Molly peered at Dori, giving her a smile and wave, but casually glancing around her to see if she could see any sign of Monkey Joe. She was still convinced he was evil. Dori, not so much, but actual squirrels were sneaky.
“Hey Dori,” Matt added. He didn’t really know the girl beyond the name, but hey, this was an opportunity to meet her and whatever. Get to know her. He was being all sociable and polite, so it only made sense. “I’m stylin’ now,” he grinned, still wearing the hat. “And that umbrella with the eyes sounds creepy. I bet it spies on people.”
“Yeah, there was a bunch of weird stuff here,” Doreen nodded, “Dad loved places like this... I’m always afraid I’m going to break something, you know? But maybe I’ll find something here that can stand up to the wrath of my claws.”
“I guess you wouldn’t need a bird beak then,” Pixie decided, placing the necklace down. “What’s a rolo hat?” She turned toward Molly and Matt, smiling at the sight of the younger girl playing dress-up with the new guy. Looming behind the pair she could just barely see a stuffed and mounted gopher. Or something. She leaned to Meggan and whispered worriedly, “that’s not a squirrel is it?”
“It’s what Molly calls a fez,” Meggan explained as she showed her the hat. She looked over to where Pixie was indicating, before shaking her head. “No, I don’t think so,” she whispered back. “The tail’s different, see? It’s not bushy like one. Maybe it could be a groundhog?” Or cousin to one, but she didn’t want to hold it and look for labels. She just really hoped there weren’t any actual stuffed squirrels to find lurking in the store.
“Oh good. Still kinda weird, though.”
Matt had wandered away, cane arcing carefully since it was sort of cramped and there seemed to be things everywhere. “I wonder how this place stays open,” he mused, “I mean, there’s a ton of stuff and it’s cool to look at, but does anyone buy it?” he was holding a bouquet of fake flowers.
Artie shrugged. “I have no idea. Hey, Nico!” he said, typing furiously, “can you do a thing like that thing Adrienne used to do and get this crap to talk and tell us about who actually buys it?”
Nico had quietly distanced herself from the conversation, absently staring at some old paintings as she frowned. At the colors. Because they were horrible, never mind those paintings seemed to be older than her. Still, you had to be mental in order to wear that kind of puffy dress with those--
“Say what?”, asked as she turned towards Artie, and then the rest. “Anyone interested on the idea? Last thing I want is to freak someone out and make them break something expensive in here.” She hadn’t tried a spell like that, so it was probably worth a shot.
No matter how tolerant Klara had learned to become, she still wasn’t entirely comfortable with magic. Still, Nico was Nico rather than some terrible and evil person. She fidgeted slightly, then quietly spoke up. “I will not freak out.”
Partially because she had a warning that something out of the ordinary would be happening, and partially because she knew there was no ill intent behind it.
Considering everyone else seemed to be okay with it, Nico quietly bit a fingertip, by now growing used to the pain and the blood, and brought the Staff of One without making much noise. Carefully placing the circular end against a shelf, Nico brought up the usual dark feelings that lingered on her, now bigger and stronger than ever, and let the words flow freely on her mouth.
“Go and tell another tale.”
The Staff of One seemed to vibrate, energy flowing into the shelf and the ones around it, and then it simple stopped. Looking around, Nico shrugged as she faced her friends. “Aaaaaand it’s done. What is done, I have no idea.”
Artie gave a stuffed iguana a cautious poke with a pencil. Nothing happened. “Hate to break it to you, Nico, but I think you kind of failed at this one. A lot,” he typed. “Let’s go. This place is creeping me out a bit.”
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