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>ACTIONS:
ᕙ:
<span class="mu-g">-Get a frappé, a croissant and whatever the fuck else, ms. Lex Luthor here's paying and you haven't had breakfast</span>
■-■:
<span class="mu-g">-Walk up to the door and use /omniscience/ to scan the place for magical girls, their intentions, their names, their powers and their plan for this meeting.
-Then put on the poker face, waltz in, sit at the table, order a coffee, pass the menu to Jimena and finally, greet the guccas by name.</span>
<span class="mu-s">T</span>he coffee shop, to Jimena, feels much like Erika herself; clean and elegant, yet advertises its daily menu with a sidewalk chalkboard easel that has seen at least two wars, and at least one of them was lost. It makes the brunette wonder if, just like Mario, the place is under Erika’s most likely modest payroll.
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">(No. I don’t own this place.)</span>
Despite being aware of the Relay, Jimena is still surprised. A day is not enough to get used to sharing minds.
ᕙ <span class="mu-s">Jimena</span>: <span class="mu-i">Let me guess, it’s the cheapest coffee around.</span>
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">(Wrong. It’s the most cost-efficient coffee around.)</span>
<span class="mu-s">Mario the Driver</span>: <span class="mu-i">This your stop this time, ma’am?</span>
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">Yes, thank you. Mario, I’ll have to ask you to wait for us to come back.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Mario the Driver</span>: <span class="mu-i">Aighty.</span>
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">Should something happen to us-</span>
But then she stops herself. What? What could a man like Mario do to help a Magical Girl? Call the police? Crash into the place? Let another Magical Girl know? Erika’s list of friends is thin- and none are magical.
■-■ <span class="mu-s">Erika</span>: <span class="mu-i">Nothing. Just wait for us.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Mario the Driver</span>: <span class="mu-i">Aighty I guess.</span>
Both Erika and Jimena are nervous, and both know it and know just how nervous the other is- but Erika does push the door knob down regardless. Holding it down, she tackles the door of the car; once, twice, and then it opens. Jimena shakes her head as she follows her outside, despite the heavy feeling in her stomach.
