whole new world

[campanas]

Pen wakes up at about four in the afternoon. It takes her a few seconds to remember why she's here, but then she remembers and starts looking for Cindy.

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[campanas]

"Ooh. What if he finds me? You know me!"

[manofmyword]

"I bet he won't," he says, "'cause you're particularly hidden. As hidden as I am, and it's been four years and nobody's found me yet."

[campanas]

"So if he do he get so many points."

[manofmyword]

"He sure would."

[campanas]

"How you win game?"

[manofmyword]

"Don't know yet. We're making it up as we go along. That's part of the fun."

[campanas]

Pen giggles. "Iiiif he win you make him waffle?" she suggests.

[manofmyword]

"I might!"

[campanas]

"If you win he make you waffle," Pen continues.

[manofmyword]

"I don't know if he's any good at waffles. He could probably find somebody to make me one, though."

[campanas]

"Cheating," giggles Pen.

[manofmyword]

"We-ell, I'd let him. Good waffles with cheating are better than bad waffles played straight."

[campanas]

"Waffles important? Cheating not?"

[manofmyword]

"If you have to eat the waffles, yeah."

[campanas]

"Okay," Pen giggles. "How far place flying?"

[manofmyword]

"Not that far. A few more minutes."

[campanas]

"Okay. How long flying?"

[manofmyword]

"All day, if you want."

[campanas]

"Eeeee! You want me fly you too?"

[manofmyword]

"Sure!"

[campanas]

Pen claps. She looks merrily out the windows all the rest of the way there.

[manofmyword]

They drive past a large building with elaborate fancy architecture covered in pigeon poop, and enter an underground parking garage with no lines painted on the floor. He parks them near some stairs and gets out. It's very dark, but he brought flashlights.

[campanas]

Pen follows him. In the dark, even with flashlights, she prefers to hold hands.

[manofmyword]

That is an entirely reasonable preference which he is happy to accomodate!

Up the stairs, pick a lock, down a hall, pick another lock, down a somewhat prettier hall, and into an

enormous

empty room.

It's still dark. He hunts for lightswitches.

[campanas]

"Oooh," says Pen, on the basis of the provided light from the flashlights; and then: "Ooooh!" at the acoustics, and she bursts into song, a high fluttery hymn, filling the space.