Wilson smiled and extended a hand for a handshake. It wasn't a universal thing for greeting, but it was a fun thing to try. Maybe Sam was familiar with it too!
"Magical artifact, actually," they said - completely unfazed by how firm Wilson's grip was. They fished into their pockets and pulled out a tiny little stone with random carvings on it. It wasn't anything too special, but Sam had recognized it the moment they found it in the desert sand.
Wilson's eyes went wide and her mouth agape. "Ooooooh?" she gawked, leaning in to look at the artifact up close. "Fancy stone! Fancy stone! How does it work? Spells? Enchantments? Do you need to dance around it?"
"Nope," they said, popping the "p". "All you have to do is think about where you want to go. Most enchantments like this have some kind of limitation. This one has a list of places it can go - and one of them was this cafe."
Wilson stared at the curious little stone. So it was like... a menu of places. How peculiar. She wondered how and why the cafe was on the list, and what other places were on the list, and how exactly the magic worked, and more. She had an endless stream of questions rolling through her head, but she didn't think to voice them just yet.
"I found it in the desert," they said. They didn't add that they were the one who had originally made it a long time ago, and that they had lost it somewhere in the sand before the desert had even become a desert.
Around this time, Wren walked into the café, a hoodie covering their demon wings and horns. They sat down at the far end of the bar, scrolling through their phone aimlessly. Phones were relatively new to Wren, and they were trying to figure it out.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
@Galaxy.gem you're not late at all! Welcome to the rp!! I'm waiting on a reply from @CaptainJack at the moment but once they reply I can have my character Wilson notice Wren and invite them over or something!
Mae stepped over to the seated stranger, trying not to eavesdrop on their exchange of names. His tag read clearly enough but he knew that people often didn’t take a second glance about food service.
“We have several different dessert menus depending upon species and solar system. Which one are you?”
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
I'm waiting on a reply from @CaptainJack at the moment but once they reply I can have my character Wilson notice Wren and invite them over or something!
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