R5 - Dave and Starr Discuss Shades
Starr was sprawled out on one of the beanbag chairs in the main lobby. She'd heard that they'd be assigned dorms soon, so she was just killing some time browsing her phone until then. Or at least, trying to... if she weren't dealing with a splitting headache that definitely had nothing to do with the fact that she'd chucked that damn "useless lump" in the trash outside the instant Chip had explained what it really was. What it contained. A shade. And apparently everyone was just... okay with this? Not just okay, apparently some of them had been worried about the shades being uncomfortable?? It felt like she'd set foot in the fucking Twilight Zone.
And as if it wasn't bad enough that half the team thought it was a good idea to keep nightmare shadow demons that turned you into a monster as pets, the fucking things had to be psychic too? No. Screw that. That was just asking for disaster, and anyone who couldn't see that was a goddamn moron.
Anyone approaching the guild building would see a small rock tapping against the glass on the automatic front door, as if it were trying to get in.
And as if it wasn't bad enough that half the team thought it was a good idea to keep nightmare shadow demons that turned you into a monster as pets, the fucking things had to be psychic too? No. Screw that. That was just asking for disaster, and anyone who couldn't see that was a goddamn moron.
Anyone approaching the guild building would see a small rock tapping against the glass on the automatic front door, as if it were trying to get in.