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[tragic_mask]

Melpomene's in an armchair by the door, gently throwing and catching a bright glass ball. She seems fascinated by it, stopping once and a while to stare at the light through the glass. In one hand, she has a cigarette. (It's been a while, but some things never change.)

[open for the weekend.]

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[makesthings]

The glass ball is beautiful and Sameth finds himself watching it and wondering how it was made.

[tragic_mask]

Melpomene's intent, and unaware.

Her movements are deft, and send the light in the ball cascading around the room.

[makesthings]

Gently he sends out a small Charter spell to try and change the light's color.

[tragic_mask]

Melpomene frowns, examines the ball from another angle (if that's possible, with a sphere).