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[color=af4052][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] The Patch [food tent].
[color=af4052][i][b]Interactions[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Scott Wheeler [@Blizz], Simon Hart [mentioned], Zhalia Ramshorn [mentioned], Kelly McDaniel [mentioned].
[color=af4052][i][b]School of Magic[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Conjuration & Enchantment.
[color=af4052][i][b]Items[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Cell phone.[img]https://i.imgur.com/Jn7tNIf.png[/img][/cell][cell]
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	Hanna felt as though she recognized the man with the crutches accompanying Zhalia Ramshorn. He had a rather handsome visage, easily standing out in a crowd. It was a momentary distraction for the lass otherwise engaged in conversation with aspiring fine pastry tasters.

	"[color=af4052]Of course you don't, Scott—flying high and mighty up there in the faculty clouds next to the Gods of education and outstanding morality. But, you know, us mere mortals down here on the ground do enjoy a bit chit-chattering. Although, I suspect that the 'eating people' thing was a bit out there.[/color]" Hanna gabbled in the typical fashion, but with a sense of lightheartedness and humility. Even if some words of hers could be perceived as headstrong, she usually made up for it with mellow tones in her voice or a pretty smile. "[color=af4052]People talk the most during celebrations, though. It's been scientifically proven, you know, [i]I think[/i]. OH WELL, I'm going to taste one of your brownies, because people also EAT at celebrations.[/color]" She continued, snagged one of those gorgeous brownies—although a bit warm to the touch—and took a comically giant bite that puffed up her cheeks when it was all in there, being chewed at.

	When some of that brownie had gone down, the word factory spun right up again. "[color=af4052]I'd like to be in some kind of cult, though. Wouldn't that be something? I mean, not in one that [i]eats people[/i], because I don't think I'm into that, even if I haven't tried it. Maybe it's good?![/color]" Hanna exclaimed with a hint of sarcasm. "[color=af4052]But, maybe in a Love Cult or something like that. Can you imagine? I think I'm the type they'd try to recruit. I bet I wouldn't even realize it's a cult until someone is trying to put something weird up my butt.[/color]" Hanna chuckled at her own joke. "[color=af4052]Jokes aside, I hear what you're saying. It is indeed important that we do this thing properly. We're under enough scrutiny as it is. Believe you me, I've been on that side of this coin once all the while trying to figure everything out on this side we're on now—what a fucking ride that was, [i]jeez[/i].[/color]" Hanna finally stopped talking for a second to take another bite of the brownie. "[color=af4052]These are delicious![/color]" She tried to say with a stuffed mouth.

	Hanna's gaze lingered on Zhalia and Simon as they departed the food tent. The gal's process of swinging back and forth between flamboyant chatter and profound pondering was a rather harsh roller coaster ride. She plunged into her mind once again. [color=703b44][i]Of course she didn't eat people. I don't know why I said that. I think I just have an issue with Necromancy, that's all. Should I judge someone on that merit alone, though? Obviously not, but it's easier said than done. I've still spent most of my waking life judging people for petty things and acting on it, often with hostility. I wonder where Janet McMillan is these days—I'd like to apologize to her, I think, and buy her something nice.[/i][/color] Even though Hanna's thoughts could take her for a long walk on the beach, her presence in the real world rarely faltered because of it. She could certainly do several things at the same time.

	Hanna grabbed a clean plate and put down the brownie she was gorging. Then, she spent a second or two focusing on her internal energies flowing throughout her whole body, centering in the pineal gland, reaching up and out through her crown. A faint distortion of light in a tiny space above the table began to form. Hanna reached her hand into it. It would certainly be a bizarre sight to any ordinary person observing it from just a few steps away. It would look as if Hanna's hand just up and vanished into thin air, leaving her arm visibly chopped off by the wrist. From this tiny pocket dimension, Hanna retrieved her cell phone. "[color=af4052]Okay, here we go, selfie time![/color]" Hanna almost cheered as she tried to catch the light and angles next to Scott and Kelly. "[color=af4052]Come on, big smiles you guys.[/color]" Hanna snapped the picture, which would capture the beautiful food on the tables as well as the two wonderful people she was with. Now, whether Scott and Kelly actually posed along Hanna was another matter altogether. All too often Hanna would participate all by herself, but she did not mind.

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