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[stagewright]

come away with me from that captcha'd place

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[shacklebreaker]

Even so, it should be your magic that does the talking, not your outfit. The clothes do not proclaim the man.

[stagewright]

Yes, but what if I'm not doing any magic that exact second?!

[shacklebreaker]

Then how do you expect to gain custom, if you will not do tricks in front of potential employers?

[This debate could go on forever, so it's probably convenient that at that moment, the rollercoaster pulls to a halt, and the previous riders get off. All of them look very shaken by the ride...]

My, my, they all look paler than me. I hope your nerves are steeled, little magician. [Because on they go, straight onto the front row seats of the first car.]

[stagewright]

Of course! Unlike Daddy, I love this sort of ride!!

[ No fear of heights/speed/whatever here!!

She actually looks rather excited as they're buckling in, even. ]

[shacklebreaker]

We'll see if you're saying the same thing after the fact.

[Is he trying to psyche her out? Not that seems to be having any effect.

Once the passengers are buckled in, the ride shoots them off without warning! It reaches over 100 mph within seconds, twisting and turning, with sudden drops and peaks. Despite being so reluctant before, Blackquill seems to be enjoying himself, if the reckless grin plastered across his face is any indictation.

In a few seconds they'll be approaching the tunnel, though...]

[stagewright]

[ ...And as soon as that happens, Trucy's happy laughter will stop as they whiplash to a stop. ]

What the -

[ WHY HELLO THERE SANTA ASSASSINS ]