[COLOR=lightblue][u][b]The Authoress[/b][/u]

  A misconception? The Authoress waited for him to elaborate but it seemed that it would have to wait as he was interrupted by a transmission through his devil tails. She gave a slight nod as he excused himself and turned back to her coffee. Something silver materialised out of her palm, taking the shape of a spoon, and she stirred her coffee. It was more of a need to occupy her hands. She wanted to record everything about this place in her notebook but something told her not to just yet.

  The new voice that had boomed overhead, calmly assuring the patrons of their safety, had only added to the mystery of the Restaurant. Something was interfering with her powers. Soul Sensory Perception only got her a read on the patrons of the room she was currently residing in. Similar abilities could not direct her to the source of the voice. It was almost as if she was...cut off. She would not be able to retrieve information as she usually did - at least, not as easily. It seemed that she would most likely be able to learn more about this place through interaction. Her stirring slowed, the idle clinking of her spoon against the mug's sides fading. 

  That was what characters did.

  She'd always thought Erised and herself to be separate entities from characters, of significantly higher standing. After all, they were the puppeteers of the dimensions they came across. They were capable of directing what, where, and why a dimension played out the way it did. They manipulated the dimensions they managed. In their hands, the multiverse was but mere putty.

  Except for two now. The Randomer and the Restaurant.

  The mention of her name made her pause that particular train of thought. She made no indication that she had been listening in to Cledwynn's conversation, which she had since it had begun. Her spoon slumped against her mug with a quiet clink as she let it go and she went for another sip. There was yet another mystery. Earlier, when she'd realised the strangeness of this dimension and had stopped holding back, Cledwynn's history had been nothing but one tragedy after another, to put it simply. However, there had been no mention of other characters, anyone who was important to him. Yet here he was, having a rather amicable conversation with "Bria", "Amalgie", and "Ten". All of which were identities she had not been able to procure from his mind.

  She was not unnerved by this; it would be impossible for her to feel that way. She was, however, a bit at a loss of how to react to this. This only proved that either Cledwynn had something hidden up his sleeve and was as much a mystery as "D'ren", or that the rules of this dimension were partially protecting him...?

  "[b]Hm?[/b]" Her mug had been set down and Cledwynn was resuming their conversation once more. Her eyes shifted from where they had been staring at thin air to face him. "[b]I believe you were about elaborate on my misconception on emotions.[/b]"[/COLOR]

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  [COLOR=limegreen][u][b]Lexicon Clavicula[/b][/u]

  "[b]Darn it.[/b]"

  He stared out at the infinitely stretching starscape before him. The view was stunning, breathtaking, and it was something he never thought he would be this close to viewing. The view, however, held little importance to him, at the moment. He'd already taken several minutes to drink it all in. To be thrown into space, of all places, was not something he thought he'd ever experience in his lifetime. However, with every second that ticked by while he was still here, in space, somehow still alive, his irritation was gradually increasing.

  "[b]Stupid witch.[/b]"

  Despite the death glare he was aiming at the inky darkness, which was lighting up every now and then with sporadic explosions of a sort, space was not the cause of his displeasure. Well, more or less. It had nothing and everything to do with his current situation. He frowned. That hadn't made sense. Teleportation magic always left him feeling a little disoriented. Hence why he had not gotten up from his position of leaning against a rock with his legs splayed out before him since he'd arrived here. His tentacles were drooping on either side of him, some of them draped over his shoulders or his thighs. He glared at the pouch he was still gripping tight in his hand. In other circumstances, he would have been pleased with getting away with the amount of bells he had. However, he doubted that they would come in handy, given where he was right now. He had really screwed up this time.

  Heaving a sigh, he leaned his head back against the rock he was sitting against.

  [i]Thum.[/i]

  He frowned. Rocks didn't sound like that. Not that rocks generally sounded like anything but when they were hit, they didn't sound...hollow. Twisting his head around, his eyes widened as he realised that what he was leaning against was definitely not a rock. Far from it. As he got off the ground, his tentacles pushing him, he gawped at the two doors he had been sitting against. They looked a bit fancy, in a weird way. He peered at the glass sign hanging behind one of the windows just by the doors.

  "[b]A Restaurant? In space?[/b]" He did a double-take. "[b]Wait, the End?![/b]"

  His mind was racing, trying to process just what was happening. Space travel was something only those big shot mages could do and it was a pointless endeavour, because as far as he knew, there were no other inhabited planets in their solar system. There were, of course, the occasional nerd who was crazy about space and the meaning behind stars or whatever but that was besides the point. The point was, why was there a Restaurant in space? His tentacles twitched in agitation as he attempted to work this out.

  There was no way it was aliens. Lexi didn't believe in that junk. But what other reason could there be for the existence of this place?

  He looked up and down the Restaurant, considering his options, or lack thereof. Well, he was kind of hungry from all the running and dodging he'd previously been doing. Smirking, he stuffed the pouch of bells into the inside pocket of his jacket. If this was a place where aliens gathered, then his spoils from the failed negotiation might not be for naught after all, if they accepted his world's currency. Pity he hadn't managed to obtain that enchantress' crystal as he was supposed to; he might've been able to figure out a way to get back to Evrac then. It was a stroke of luck that he had even managed to end up just outside this odd place.

  Come to think of it, had that enchantress meant to send him here? Maybe it had been a mistake. Maybe not. Either way, he was stuck here and if he was going to figure his way out of this, he may as well get some chow while he was at it. Rolling his shoulders, he entered without a second thought, one of his tentacles opening the door for him.

  Wow. There were a lot more...people than he'd expected. Most of them definitely had to be aliens, if not all. Some could quite possibly be from Evrac, like the ones playing cards, but he didn't see any morphs. The others were just plain weird. None of them had any tentacles. And...why was there a blob trapped in a bubble? He squinted at the odd sight, tilting his head. The air smelled off too, a lingering scent of something he couldn't quite recognise. Then he blinked, shaking his head. Staring wasn't going to get him anywhere. In fact, it was more likely that it would get him into more trouble. Right now, he just wanted a break. The bar seemed full, though. There were a lot more weird people gathered there than he was comfortable with. Strangely enough, only a couple of tables were taken up.

  The sign did say to ask a waiter for a table. He looked around. There didn't seem to be any.

  "[b]Uh, hey.[/b]" He wasn't quite sure who to address, so he turned to the closest people that were standing - a young girl with pink skin and a man in a black, leather jacket. Both without tentacles. His own were curling and uncurling in discomfort. This was a bit surreal. "[b]Either of you know where I can find a waiter to get a table?[/b]"[/COLOR]