forum Cafe MindShaker

Started March 04, 2018 by Fawn Yeet

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Lavender shrugged. "She needs an update, but she's cute." Via was about up to Michaels waist, so she hovered a few feet in the air, offering him a wide variety of coffees.

Michael grinned at the robot. "Oooh, pumpkin spice. Time to be a rich white girl for the next 10 minutes. Can it make me an entire pot of that stuff?"

"Yes, sir!", Via chirped, emmitting a whirring sound before handing him his latte.

(lol pumkin spice. Oh, Starbucks)

(yeah no Michael is nothing but pop culture and starbucks lol) Michael grinned, taking the entire pot and starting to try and down it in one go

(xD)

Lavender watched this, amused, and turned back to Asura. So, can you teach us how to get through?

Yeah, come here, he said, gesturing for her to walk over. He put the mirror back in the dimensional pocket.

Yeah, that'd be useful information, Michael transmitted, still chugging the pot of coffee

Lavender did as Asura instructed.

Alright, reach your hand out. The one that's not gloved, he told her, leaning against the counter and watching her.

Michael finished the pot of coffee and gave it back to the android. "Hey, does this thing have creamer too?" he asked Lavender

Lavender nodded at Michael, stretching out her left hand to Asura, wincing as she saw how bad the rash was getting.

"Uh…Robot, can I have caramel creamer?" Michael asked the android

No, not to me. Just into a space directly in front of you. Reach into it.

The robot gave him the creamer, and he downed the entire bottle. As he did, he slowly realized his vision was coming back. "Guys, guys! My vision's going back to normal! I think caffeine and sugar help with feedback! This is great, how did I not notice this before?!"

Lavender ordered Via to give him more coffee, doing as Asura intructed. Will it hurt?

Michael kept chugging coffee until his eyesight was back to normal. "Haha! Guys I can see!" He giggled a little, giving the pot back to the android

Asura smiled over at him. "Well, that's a good sign. How are your legs?" He asked. No, it won't. He noticed that she still wasn't quite getting it. He walked in front of her. This is going to sound weird, but I want you to try to grab my soul.

"Um…I can feel just a little above the knees now. I'm not sure drinking as much alcohol and caffeine as I can will fix that though. My legs have always been really finicky with feedback."

Lavender's eyes widened slightly. Okay, I've done this before., she told him, closing her eyes and feeling around with her sixth sense until she felt something golden and glimmering. She grabbed onto it, holding fast and ignroing the tingling sensation. Now what?

"Drink more coffee," he said to Michael. Okay, so reaching into dimensional pockets is basically the same thing, except you're searching for emptiness, he explained.

Lavender nodded slowly. I think I got it.

She concentrated, menatlly sweeping the field around her until she found what she was looking fr. Found it. Now?

"Wait, alcohol and weed usually works better with this kind of stuff. Do any of you mind if I make a sad attempt at conjuring up some edibles?"

Yeah, now try putting this mirror in there, he said, handing the dimensional mirror to her. But if you lose it or break it, we're completely screwed. He turned to Michael. "Don't do that, you'll probably die from the effort."

Well, sh*t, she thought, taking the mirror and feeling towards the empty space again. She succeeded in slipping it safely.

"Well fine then," Michael grumbled. Without trying, he accidentally could suddenly see the several planes of this dimension. He could distantly see what Asura and Lavender were trying to do and looked at them questioningly

He sighed. You know… you haven't even let go of my soul yet, he pointed out to her. Also, take the mirror out and see if you can find an open dimensional pocket, one that we can all access.

Lavender muttered under her breath, following instructions until she found it. Got it.

Make sure it's the one that I opened. Can you feel my aura in it? He said, then, remembering Michael, he grabbed a brownie out from a dimensional pocket. "Here, one of my friends gave this to me the other day before I got here, and I didn't know what to with it until now," he said, chucking it directly at his face.

Yes. Definetly.

Alright, good. Put the mirror in there, and we should be good to go. Unless I have to teach Michael how to access a dimensional pocket.