WHO: Riku & Cece
WHERE: an arcade in De Chima
WHEN: March
WHAT: how do u do fellow teens, it is us, also teens, here to be teens because we know how to do that, as we are also, in fact, teens
WARNINGS: teens


[well, look at that. she didn't even need to match the address right down to the numbers: it looks exactly like it does in the picture of this flyer! how nice.

now...

about this place, this...Pinball Paul arcade-thing...the college student who shoved this paper into her hand earlier in the week assured her it was a great place to "hang." she assumes this is not literal, or that it's slang, because if it's not slang, then...what.

the doors area already propped open, and they lead...directly down. like a dungeon! except she can hear lots of little beeps and trills and oddball sounds in there, and there's lots of distantly-glowing lights. there's a faint, peculiar odor, too. huh.

Cecelia purses her lips together in thought while folding the flyer back up to stuff in her jacket, when her keen teen girlhalf-elf senses nags at her and has her peek out of the corner of her eye to spot an approaching shape that sticks out from the rest of pedestrian traffic.

oh.]

...Riku?