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Magnolia eyed him then picked up her glass of water and took a small sip and put it down without clinging the glass on the counter. Every movement was practiced, and elegant.

He laughed at his sous chef

Titania honestly felt a little paniced, she began to create a small holy fire.. which she began to morph it into a sort of sheild.. she knew the taste of a demon.. she felt safer coming out of her little fairy hideout which wish had moved to the ceiling.. "You guys are over prepared.."

She said to Wish, who was about as on edge as the rest of the staff.. he was still behind the bar, just waiting until it blows over at least

"Look. I been through a lot, okay?"

"Interesting. Did you see what colour their armour was?"

Zofia Emerald was crouched outside in a garden, picking up a white flower and turning it in her hand. She turned with her school uniform on like always and entered the bar. She was 5'8, tall for a woman. She was 20 years old and still looked around 18. She smiled softly as she turned the white flower in her hand. She was calm and elegant when she moved. She moved gracefully as a dancer. She seemed to wonder what this flower was. Her smile was still there when she sat down on the chair at the table and opened her backpack. She pulled out the white book like the one Horizon was always reading. She put the book down on the table and opened it. It had every info about this universe. She went to the flower section and was flipping through pages saying: Gods/Angels/Demons/Entities/Ghosts/Spirits/Kitsunes, and Etc. She blinked and found the flower section and kept turning the page to the one of this white flower in her right hand. She got to the page. It was called a Orchid. A fascinating flower. She had a liking to it. She smiled and put the flower behind her ear so it stuck out like Autumn always had hers. She blinked and then closed the white book and turned it gracefully before putting it back into her backpack. It was a black backpack that seemed like a school backpack. She yawned softly then zippered up the bag. She blinked and looked forward. She tilted her head at the menu then studied it in a second. She was very smart and 20 years old. She had around a 4.8gpa, and held it from 6th to 13th+ years. She blinked , already calculating it and figuring the whole menu out from front to back, immediately cataloguing the information and the foods and drinks. She catalogued a lift of the things she likes and dislikes. Her eyes were slightly unfocused as she made lists after lists of the menu, flipping the list over and then back again. She made pictures of every food and drink on the menu. she blinked as her eyes refocused. She didn't order anything yet. She just wanted to look and calculate, study everything around this place like she did with everywhere else. In the group of Noblewomen. She was known as the most studied, calculative, and examined type of person who keeps information everywhere she goes and stores it in her head. It seems dumb to do. But she remembers things that she did around 10 years ago when she was 10.

Amelia kinda just fell into the bar, originally she was pressed up against the door, but accidentally pushed it open when she put her hand on the handle... she kinda just landed on her face "Ow.." she said, dusting herself off, and getting up "Oh my?" she said, looking around with childlike wonder in her eyes "Such an odd place, this is much different than the containment facility

Zofia's curious eye was caught on this person. She eyed them while sitting there with her white book in hand and backpack on her back. She looked like a high school girl. Even though she was older than 18. She blinked. "Are you new?" Her voice was higher than expected, soft.

She nodded, walking over, and standing a few feet away, it was recommended, mostly cause she feared infesting literally anyone with it.. sure she could control it with objects.. but with flesh its a lot different.. to her at least "I am, I've never been to a bar"

Zofia chuckled and was sitting before she even blinked, sitting on a chair at the bar counter. "Come sit." She certainly wasn't human herself.

She nodded.. sitting in a chair next to her.. she was actually leaning away from Zofia.. she was still wary of her "alright.." she said..

"You're scared of infecting me with someone? Little girl. I am already dead. I died 30,000 years ago, honey. You don't have to be afraid of infected a dead corpse already." She smiled, grabbing her hand and pulled her into a soft hug. "Many people fear each others power. But embrace it." The presence coming off her was of a goddess.

Evomorph seemed to be in much distress.. pushing away from Zofia.. she scurried onto the floor.. staring up at her in horror.. she didnt do well with contact, not anymore. "Don't touch me." she said "You'll end up like Type B's" she said, muttering something about "What to do when distressed" she would quickly hide herself somewhere.. somewhere small ... This infection is not something that'll just melt away when someone tries to calm her, to her touching was a strict no-no, a really really big no no, she was terrified of someone becoming like "Evormorph Type B".. of course she's seen it for herself, she's caused it once...

Amelia kinda just compressed herself into a cube, it was just a white cube, it looked similar to marble.. shes not doing so hot, give her a while, when she deems it safe she'll probably come out of her little cube

SCP 590 watched Zofia and Amelia from underneath the table, still silently drinking on his juice box.

"You need anything else, kiddo?" Gracie was looking down at Tj, softly.

TJ shook his head no, seeming to just be curious over the conversation and interaction with the two others. But then he stopped and thought about it, then he shook his head yes, and motioned with his hands something to draw with.

Within seconds, a paper and drawing equipment were in front of him.

Dont mind Amelia.. leaving the cube through the side, and escaping elsewhere in the bar...
This is probably why Cadwell doesnt trust her

TJ jumped, but then he grinned widely and grabbed the paper and the box of markers and crayons.
"Thank y'" He said shortly, smacking the paper down onto the floor, opening the box and beginning to draw a doodle of what seemed to be a doctor.

A "girl" stood there in the bar. She was 5'3, at around 11 years of age looking. She had red demonic horns and blood-red eyes. Her skin was as black and the night. She eyed TJ. She was also a test subject.