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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] In the Uber
[color=A020F0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Musical Mystiokinesis[/center][hr][hr]
	[color=A020F0]"Doesn't matter how long it's been around. It's a self-sustaining commune in which all the members believe in the same deities. It's totally a cult,"[/color] Waverley replied. A few seconds prior, she'd begun to pluck at the strings of her guitar, playing along with the music filling the car from the radio. She always felt less anxious when she was playing music, and the filter that so often kept her opinions from coming out got much thinner, sometimes disappearing entirely. [color=A020F0]"I mean, all money is...fake. It's just a concept, right? It's not like little pieces of paper with pictures of dead racists are actually valuable. They're just a representation of value. So...as technology gets better, virtual representations of the concept of money become the norm. Which is kinda inconvenient for those of us who don't really have methods of transferring that kind of money,"[/color] she tried to explain to their praetors as she absentmindedly strummed her guitar. She didn't have a good grasp of the technicalities of virtual money, but she did her best to explain the basic idea.

	When Niah mentioned the car behind them, the revelation made her forget the whole 'don't look all at once' part of Niah's statement, her head turning to look back over her shoulder. Sure enough, driving along behind them was a car matching their speed. She faced back forward, and as Niah began to lay their options out, Waverley's attention turned back to her guitar. She'd already been passively plucking at the strings in time with the music, but the plucking quickly became a full on cover, with Waverley's acoustic guitar blending surprisingly well into the electric guitar the one and only Joan Jett played through the speaker. When she sang, it was quiet, not wanting to distract the others from their planning.

[center][i][color=A020F0]"I hate myself for loving you
Can't break free from the the things that you do
I want to walk but I run back to you, that's why
I hate myself for loving you"[/color][/i][/center]
	As she played, though, her mind was flipping through the index of the magical knowledge Madalyne had taught her. She did her best to separate out the aspects of a aspects of a spell, and then incorporate them into her song, but she couldn't manage it. She tried and tried desperately in her head to take the science and facts of the mystic arts and funnel them into her strings, but all it did was cause her to fumble the chords and stutter some of the lyrics. Out of frustration or perhaps stress, her mind suddenly went blank, emptying of any magical studies she'd been taught. When she played, it was from muscle memory, her body preferring to feel the rhythm over the stress. After a few more moments of playing, a far off pop interrupted her song. She opened her eyes, only realizing at that moment that she'd closed them, and looked behind her.

	[color=A020F0]"Um...their tire just popped, so hopefully we'll be long gone by the time they get around to changing it,"[/color] Waverley called to the front.