[right][h2][color=lavender]Teresa’s Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@Auragreedia][@silver21][@JJ Doe][/right]

[color=lavender]They were back within the walls of this place’s caricature of Tipsy Chambers, left with nothing but the haunting echo of Westbound’s scream. Teresa straightened, sheathing her sword.

‘[/color][color=8882be][b]Well[/b][/color][color=lavender],’ said Sirpa, settled in her armchair, ‘[/color][color=8882be][b]looks like we did it.[/b][/color][color=lavender]’

Teresa managed a nod in response. Had they, really? It was hard to think so when the server himself was shrugging off the whole affair, claiming that Westbound would be back with tepid certainty. All Teresa had done was quiet the pounding noise blanketing the man’s mind. A stopgap. She wasn’t one for dwelling on could-haves, but the whole point of the exercise had been to uncover a way to leave this place. Teresa would gladly face whatever [i]problems[/i] this place had to throw at her, except it didn’t seem eager in the slightest to show her, Sirpa, or Morgan what they were there [i]to[/i] solve! How were they supposed to– 

‘[b]Wait. Where’s Morgan?[/b]’ She swept her gaze over the bar’s interior. No dice. She looked back to Sirpa, questioning. ‘[b]He was just here.[/b]’

Had he been forced out alongside Westbound, somehow? It was a question she would have taken up with the server – along with many others – but it was then that a newcomer fizzled into existence.

‘[/color][b]—g̸͚̀o̴͓̎ṯ̶͝ ̵͎̅g̷̩͠ö̶͜t̸̥͛ ̷͙̈́g̶̯͑o̸̐͜t̷̖̑ ̷̠̓t̸̔ͅo̵̩͝ ̶̭͗g̵͚͒e̴̦͒-̴̰̋ḡ̴̟ë̵̯́ṫ̵͍ s̷̗̊o̵͎͂m̵̟̊e̸̜̿t̶͉̍h̷̬͆ĩ̷̜ṉ̶͒ġ̷̝ ̵̟͆o̷͉͛f̵̞̈́f̷̱̀ ̴̠́ỵ̸͛o̸͎͆ư̷͍r̵͕͝ ̷̰̄c̷͖͐h̷̦̑e̴̢͂s̷̫͝t̴̪̚?[/b][color=lavender]’

In the ensuing introductory spiel, Teresa could only stand next to Sirpa’s armchair in mild bemusement. The bar’s faceless patrons had shuffled themselves into a rough circle of chairs at some point. Was this another Catharsis in action? A glance towards the server offered no clue; he was busying himself behind the bar counter, whistling as he went. Sirpa introduced herself. Teresa bore Jay’s attention with all the grace of a person with three years worth of mandatory PR seminars under her belt.

‘[b]Silver Blade[/b],’ she answered. ‘[b]Did you come here of your own volition, Jay?[/b]’

Everyone else seemed to have stumbled here on accident, after all. It was curious to see someone who had, by their own words, sought this place out. As she waited for a response, Teresa grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it close, seating herself.[/color]


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[list][*] Teresa perceives Jay post-corrupted text, Sirpa, Morgan (or the lack of him), and Little Miss Princess in the background. I feel like I missed someone, but I [i]think[/i] that's everyone...[/list]
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