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Ah, the metaphysical store: her home away from home. A place where she was free to be who she was without judgement and to pick up supplies, but one of her favorite sections of the store was the candle selections. Hovering around the candles and smelling a few here and there to get a sense of the feelings they brought forward, Lunarae noticed another customer also selecting a candle. Eyes glancing over towards them, she offers a smile, “Did you know you can tell a lot about a person about the candle or scent that they pick out for themselves?”

Lunarae was wearing her scrubs, volunteering at the hospital's clinic once again in her spare time—— old habits died hard. For the most part the day had been slow, but superstition from her and the other nurses knew better than to speak that out into existence. Instead of waiting behind the desk doing assigned paperwork when all the patients were taken care of, Lunarae made her way over to the coffee machine, making a cup before making her way over to someone still patiently waiting their turn, or perhaps for someone else. “Let me know if I can get you anything else, love.”

𝒮𝒪 𝒫𝒰𝒯 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒜𝒲𝒮 𝒜𝐿𝐿 𝒪𝒱𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐸, 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝒵𝒪𝑀𝐵𝐼𝐸 𝐵𝒪𝒴 !!!

A thunderstorm had rolled through the Mayhem Compound, knocking out the power generators and leaving the rest of the town without electricity. The storm would surely pass in a matter of hours but there was no telling how much damage would be down to the walls keeping the zombies out. Grabbing an emergency bottle of wine and a lantern from the porch in one hand, and an umbrella in the other, Lunarae braved the storm to head to the other person's house with haste. Closing the umbrella once she once underneath the porch, she quickly began to knock on the door, shouting over the thunder: “Come on and let me in, I have a bottle of wine and some good company.”

A playful groan escaped from the back of her throat at the insistence of a psychic reading from Lunarae. She hesitated for a moment, then smirked, “I have one condition....” She trailed off, nerves starting to get the best of her. She was never good at flirting. “If I read the palm of your hand, you have to buy me a drink.”

Lunarae was exhausted from working the graveyard shift at the local hospital again as a labor and delivery nurse. She found herself standing behind someone she found cute in line, finding their aura strangely calming, doing something she normally doesn't do: tapping them on their shoulder. “Excuse me?” A smile creeps onto her face she raises an eyebrow, “Can I buy you your drink?”

LUNARAE ONYX THORNE ————— EDIT NO. 006 MUTUALS MAY INTERACT.