Lucy Leech (
misslucysleeches) wrote in
randomplaces2013-04-04 08:06 pm
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Backwater Nexus. Mall. Let's Rock and Ride!
Lucy approaches the mall with just a little trepidation, smoothing out her dress (bright green with yellow flowers on the skirt -- and it's just over knee length, so a certain little pitcher needn't worry if she's around tonight) and making sure her hair is pulled back neatly in its ponytail. Silver's mention of the Rock N Ride nights at the mall stuck with her even after her return to her own world. So, after a rather annoying day trying to make sure her passport was up-to-date, she's decided it's time to seek out some fun and see what else this Nexus has to offer. "Just hope they accept regular old American dollars," she mumbles, patting her purse by her side as she reaches the front entrance. (Nothing in her vast array of literature suggested they wouldn't, but discretion, valor, etc.)

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The living doll then takes the little gumball machine type bubble that the vending machine produces, and holds it up so that Lucy can see the brightly glowing little twinkle of energy floating inside. "We'll do it the quick way, instead'a wastin' time askin' you a lotta questions."
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The twinkle vanishes, and Jazz's hands are now full of a cloud of twinkles.
This seem familiar, Lucy?
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"Yeah," says Jazz. "I had enough credit fer a wish, but not enough fer a wish 'n a book. Speakin' a which." He triumphantly holds out a fat, interesting looking, softback book with exposed long stitches on the spine and a cover of heavy yellow paper of the sort that envelopes are made from.
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She takes the book with a free hand, looking it over from all angles. "Interesting design choice. . ." She manages to open it to a random page and takes a look, giggling at what's within. "But I've got no complaints about the content!"
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"Oops." Jazz grins adorably.
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"What's that?" asks Jazz curiously.
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"I second that question," she says, peering at the chip.