[ location: bronte beach ] let that igloo cooler mark your piece of paradise.

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Word has it, Taxon, that there's going to be a party. These rumors are not untrue, for one slaying has arranged something of a get together for the Fourth of July. Unfortunately, the Extras have caught wind of this soirée and are already in the presence of crashing it, rocking those holey jeans and chilling with some Lynyrd Skynyrd and good ol' Hank Williams. This is their kind of party.

Don't let them have all the fun. The sun is getting low, so get on out here and get your party on before fireworks start lighting up the faux night sky.

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[molecules]

[ Her eyebrows raise at that. ] So they just add things to make us happy? [ Huh. ] Do you trust them? Trust the things they make appear?

[molecules]

Piper's eyebrows have skyrocketed. "You're kidding." That's the type of magic she's never really seen before. She looks at Willow. She's never been quite enthralled by any type of magic before. It's always been a pain in the ass. More so lately than anything. "So you can make things real?"

[slayersidekick]

Willow shakes her head, looking proud in spite of herself. "Nope. I-it's not that complicated, really. Just a little contained fire magic." Magic isn't really a big deal to her - or at least when she's not glitched - so this doesn't strike her as an issue. Not yet, anyway.

"Sort of? I don't know how magic works in your world, but in mine it takes incantations, sometimes spell ingredients, a lot of Latin. Between you and me, I'm not the best at Latin." She hesitates, not sure how accepting this Piper is of what she can do. "I could show you sometime? I-if you want."