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"Be the third time, we did," Annwn said, running a hand through her hair. "We'll see where time drifts us."

On mention of 'that thing', Annwn frowned. "No...let's check that later tonight," she said, leaning close. "I need to do a cleansing ritual anyhow..."

What had been watching them stopped, surrendering control to someone else. The figure took on an imposing position, a simple student reading a book. But his eyes traveled elsewhere on the witches ahead of him.

"I say lunch, than park," she said. "Than I need to get home and prepare."
Before anyone could answer her, someone had taken her hand. Lorelei let out a small squeak a she was gently tugged to the booth, made to sit down across from the man who had shaken up her entire world. She stared back at him, attempting to decipher why the sudden change. When that failed, she decided in the direct approach.

"I'm...nervous, but I'll be okay," she said, clasping her hands.. "I have to admit, this is a sudden change. You didn't seem all that worried about me a few hours ago..."
Lorelei opened the door, and the mood seemed to suddenly turn sour. She recognized the man at the stage, and remembered the odd thing he had done for her. Was he the one making everyone here so sad and lonely? Was he the one who, with songs of such sweet memories, made everyone so overjoyed? The idea was enough to make her head spin, and she rubbed her eyes.

Pulling herself back up, the small brunette gently approached the barman.

"eh, 'mornin," she greeted. "I'm here to take my card off Patrick Donelle's tab, if I may..."

"Hm?" The barman looked up. "Oh...Miss Messlan. Sure, no problem..."

He led her back to the bar, where the machine began to work his magic. Unable to help his curiosity, the barman spoke in a low voice. "Leaving?"

"For now, I guess," she answered, wrapping an arm around herself. "Though I don't know where to go right now. I don't really have any family here to stay with..."
Patrick was less than enthused about the strange woman gathering lady things out of his house. But he was also giving her a strange amount of distance to do so, eyeing her with a look of fear that must have mirrored her own ages ago. Either way, her small suitcase was packed, and she was finally out of the house. It felt odd, and a little scary, but something about it felt refreshing.

I just wish I knew where to go now, she thought, heading down the street. I guess I can find room at one of these places, but still...

She eyed the pubs wearily, finally stumbling on The Cat's Eye; Patrick's favorite drinking hole. They would likely recognize her if she walked in, what would they do when they saw her? She put her fingers to her cheek in thought, before pulling them back with a wince; that spot where his hand hit her was still fresh.

I need to get my card number out, she thought with resolve. That done, she steeled her spine, and walked in.
alright, edited.
Oh...okay, I can fix.
I saw, but I figured it didn't work. The point of this was supposed to be that his stuff didn't work on her, right?
Lorelei was left standing, unsure what to do now. The man who was supposed to give her a home now couldn't remember her name (shoot, how was she supposed to get her stuff now?) and the man who had done so was vanishing into the shadows. She sighed in frustration, ealizing that the pain in her wrist was gone.

But.... her mind guessed it wasn't broken after all. She shrugged, staring back at where this strange man had stood, before heading back inside.

She should at least try to get her things....
"What?" It was exactly as he said, right down to those two skinned knees. Her mind whirled in fear, and she tried to figure out how the hell he knew that? Was he following her? Had he been stalking her this whole time?

And then, he turned to leave. Lorelei glanced back at Patrick, who was trying to shakily stand up. She had a half-notion to call the ambulance for him, but the twinge of pain from her wrist silenced any sense of emotion she had. Instead, she steeled her spine and rose to her feet, heading out the door.

"Y-you wait a minute!" she said, her voice cracking on the last word. "How do you know any of that?"

She broke into a jog, stepping in front of him. She looked nervous, but her stance was determined.

"That was...very kind of you," she said, voice shaking. "But how do you know all that about me? Who are you?"
Promise she'll be grateful later on, by the way.
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