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After the disaster at Charlie’s office where it shut down or errored out or something strange that kicked her back to her own office, Thursday immediately started looking for a way to get back to Charlie’s office, a darn near impossible task because getting into unfamiliar offices voluntarily usually occurs via random happenstance over in these parts.

Random holes in the floor that pull you through them are also random happenstance, albeit happening more frequently these days.

It is into one of these holes that she falls as it opens up right beneath her.

Thursday has fallen plenty of times - it’s not really anything scary for her anymore. But what is scary is the fact that the hole appeared in the floor in the first place - and right beneath her, no less.

Still, as she falls, she sighs and wonders what this is all going to end in. Death? Another office? Will she just keep falling until her office senses that she has been gone for too long and it brings her back like it usually does?

Oh. Oh shit. What happens if this hole is registered as part of her office so it never senses her as having left it in the first place, and she is stuck falling forever? Or falling until Cyrus realizes she’s been gone for too long and he steps out of the control booth to bring her back? She could be in here for a while!

Thankfully she’s not in there but for a few minutes before she is spat out into an unfamiliar area.

A very crowded unfamiliar area that appears to be in some kind of dark city area.

She’s never seen anything like this before. Sure, she’s been outside of her office before, but never in a city like this. With so many people.

Being in a room full of ponies? Acceptable. Being in a room full of people? NOPE.

Something inside her starts fluttering out of control, but her body is also trying to fight it to settle down. The struggle is causing her to feel even more uncomfortable, so she laughs nervously, “Ahahaha, sorry, sorry about this, folks! I, ah, I- I think I must have taken the wrong turn at Albuquerque or something and- and just wound up in the middle of your convention here. By mistake. Sorry for the interruption! Don’t mind me!” and rushes off, hopefully before anybody notices she was even there in the first place.

Definitely spooked by the sheer number of people, Thursday ducks away into the nearest available abandoned space she can find - a dark alleyway.

There is some distant foreign feeling (one of those odd memory-not-memories she has that informs her there is indeed a memory missing here, but all she can remember are the feelings attached to it) telling her that this place is not safe, she shouldn’t be here. But the other feeling, the more up close and immediate one, is telling her yes, dark alleyway, no people, safe, stay here.

The android was standing above a sign watching the interdimensional market, making sure everything was fine and if his own trader was going to be arriving soon. But of course the new person was something that caught his attention. Hopping down from the sign with skill enough to not damage his body, he'd write a quick note that he'd push onto a nearby guy.

Note said something along the lines of "Merchant called Akiris will come by, do NOT fuck it up. - ZEPHYRUS' ANGEL." Ah yes, Zephyrus' Angel, the trading name that Zephyr goes by, just formalities at this point honestly. The android would go on his way to the alley, manouvering around the people in the place like second nature.

Eventually though, he'd run into the alleyway that he saw the stranger run into, his latex-like metal reinforced boots tapping against the ground of the alley louder than the crowds outside.

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"My oh my... What does pretty little me stumble upon this time?"

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    Hushed voices floated out melodically from the lit up tent glowing warmly only a few steps away, its silent invitation to 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 calling out like a siren song.

    At the sound of laughter, the voices cease immediately. The lights dim, the warmth fades, replaced by anticipation, resembling that of a tiger. Crouching, waiting for its prey to draw close enough to pounce.

    The feeling of being watched starts off as a light nudge, but it gets stronger the more the demon lingers, growing until any sane mortal would've fled in terror.

He's the representative head of the Chaos District for the City of Order, seeing him scared is but an oh so rare sight. Death isn't even something that could be problematic, seeing as he can just gamble his way out of hell, as he usually does anyway.