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Center and Essence Clash for Goldielocks.

Idunna walked up to the machine in question, watching the 'trailer' animation on the screen while it was idle. "Well. If it's got a story... you're the protagonist and you play the cello?" Not exactly a daring guess. "I'll probably try a bit of everything in the end. But this looks good. So let's jam? ... Do you say jam with classical instruments?"

Whoever did end up leading, it wasn't too far to the arcade since it was on the right side of the city outskirts. And it wasn't hard to find once you knew what you were looking for. Coming down the boardwalk the students would see the bright light of holosigns and arcade machines stretching out over the water. Arcane was, in a word, busy. Even early in the day there more than a few milling among the games -- lines already forming to some.

Walking in through the open side facing outwards, Bernie is greeted with a loud robotic voice: "CHALLANGE THE TRUENADE!" From a large machine resembling a robot made of spring-spiral tubes wearing a star-spangled robe and wizard hat. Inside there's a open floor dotted with tables for customers, a sort of oasis in a sea of play machine, bathed in flashing lights and a discord of sounds. And over it all a blue and yellow glow from the massive beam struggle portrayed on the immense screen on the far wall.

"I always wonder if places like this get sued for setting of some poor fools epilepsy..." Idunna pipes up.

Idunna had taken to leaning back against the back of the couch instead, after yielding the seats to Dom. "I'm not a professional. But I could help you practice meditation if you're interested, Alex." It was good to have more help than a single lesson, after all.

"You can use memories as a medium to carve runes." Idunna admitted, kind of by-the-by. "Yeah. The bags in the flowery box are my favorite from home."

The arm dropped. And so did Idunna's head. "Nah. They're not really carved into my arm. They exist on my skin. It's just... it's kind of like keeping a muscle flexed. For days."

Saturday: Arcade with Bernie
Sunday: Crystal Rose
Idunna laid on her stomach, spread across the sofa, with her face half-mushed against the cushions. She half raised her head and looked at Bernie through a curtain of golden hair. "Sign me up. I could really blow off some steam. This whole... academic lifestyle isn't good for me."

The waitress just shrugged. "Al'righ dahlin'. I'll bring it right out." and she whisked away. It wasn't long until she came back - this time with a scarf wrapped around her nose, mouth and neck - and with the eyes of half the restaurant on her. She carried a tray with a large glass of sweet tea and what appeared to be a small dragon. Oh. Wait. No. That's just a giant green sausage with.. are those scales? Probably not, right? One thing was for sure, though. When she set it down in front of Dom the smell of it burned his face like sunlight. "Ya let me know if ya need anythin' else."