[right][h2][color=8882be]Sirpa's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@silver21][/right]

[color=808080]Head tilting slightly, the Keeper watches dust motes drift lazily through sunlight above—apparently finding them far more captivating than the blade at their throat.[/color]

[center][color=808080]━━━━━━ ◈ ━━━━━━[/color][/center][right][h2][color=lavender]Teresa's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Stanifly][/right] 

[color=808080]The server, a lean guy with sun-bleached hair pulled into a messy bun wearing a faded tie-dye shirt, steps back and lets out a low whistle as he eyes the blade.

[i]"Duuude, that's a sick sword. I totally get why you'd wanna show that bad boy off, Silver Lady."[/i]

With two fingers, he gently pushes the blade downward.

[i]"But hey, unless you're like, done with the whole hero gig and going full villain mode now, maybe chill with the pointy stuff? Someone's gonna lose an eye, y'know?"[/i]

A jerk of his chin toward the bar, and he's already drifting that direction with a loose, easy stride.
[i]"C'mon, lemme grab you a drink. Whatcha want?"[/i][/color]

[center][color=808080]━━━━━━ ◈ ━━━━━━[/color][/center][right][h2][color=8B4513]Morgan's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Auragreedia ][/right]

[color=808080]Once the dust settles, a heavy-set darkskinned woman with a colorful headscarf looks up at the Morgan-shaped hole in her wall. [i]"We got a perfectly good door, sugar. Didn't need a new one."[/i]

The bartender takes in the scene: a woman who'd just pulled a sword on her not a moment ago, a terrified girl making herself small in an armchair. She lets out a long, slow breath.

[i]"It's one of those days, I see."[/i]

Her attention drops back to the cybernetic cowboy sprawled in the debris. One hand plants on her hip. [i]"You gonna lay there all day, or you gonna tell me what you're having?"[/i][/color]

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[hider=Universally Perceived in Catharsis][color=808080][u][b][h3]What Can Be Universally Perceived In Catharsis (If Character Is In A State To Perceive Other Customers):[/h3][/b][/u]
[list][*] The Keeper asks Teresa to sheath her sword, moves it away from themself
[*] The Keeper asks both Teresa and Morgan what they want to have[/list]
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