Hi! I'm Webby

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Mirage turned her attention to the young woman slowly, raising a brow and eventually showing an unreadable smile. The naive looking young thing ‘allowing’ her to have the table was adorable, if a little ridiculous. All Mirage could imagine was that she was fresh out of the womb and completely unjaded by the world. An easy target if ever she saw one, though, perhaps, a boring one.

“How sweet,” Mirage cooed. “But I’m just looking too. I’m afraid this isn’t really my taste.”

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“Oh, okay,” Webby nodded. She was pretty sure that her own taste had just been insulted, but she wasn’t going to let that get her down. The phrase kill them with kindess existed for a reason. Besides, she was curious. “What exactly is your taste? I think there are some more coffee tables over there.”

She gestured vaguely to the right., somehow now determined to help the other woman, even if she hadn’t actually asked for Webby’s help.

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Excited to have someone actually answer enthusiastically, Arista lit up. At the women’s answer she tilted her head with a playful raise of her eyebrows.

“Ohmygod,” Arista giggled, “That’s like, SUCH a good answer like ohmygod I didn’t even think of that. Super powers would be like so much fun–like which would you want? You can keep going on this wave or answer realistically, it’s all just vibes here.”

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“Oh now that’s really hard question! How am I supposed to choose just one?” Webby said, mulling it over. “I think I’m going to have to go with teleportation though, because then I could go wherever I want, whenever I want. But flying would be super cool too!”

“What about you; what superpower would you want”“ She asked.

Mirage was new to the town only in the sense that she had never taken up permanent (or, rather, extended) residence until now. She had no intention of sticking out, or drawing any attention to the fact that she was moving into one of the penthouse suits in the more affluent area of town, but when the new furniture she had ordered did not arrive as expected, it left her no choice but to visit some stores in the area for a replacement until such times as she could order something else.

The woman perused the offerings of the small furniture store, inspecting a label to check the dimensions of the piece. Nothing really spoke to her style, but what was an apartment without a coffee table?

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Who knew furniture shopping could be so fun?! Webby had slowly been decorating her half of the dorm room she shared- making it something uniquely Webby. There wasn’t a lot of room for furniture other than what the university had provided, but she thought she might be able to fit in a cute, comfy chair. Or maybe a pretty lamp. Really, the possibilities were endless.

At this point however, Webby had stopped thinking of  dorm rooms and was now making a mental wish list of things she wanted when she got her own place. This coffee table being one of them. It wasn’t long before she noticed someone else eying the same piece. “Oh hi! Are you looking too? You can have it! I’m actually just looking.”

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Arista was lost in thought.

She had actually been thinking a lot lately, a fact she was quite proud of. She found herself pondering things most of the time, despite her empty headed reputation.

Recently, she had been dwelling on the question of who she, herself was. Who did she want to be? Was she being her genuine self anymore? Had she become a full performance?

“If you could like ummmm change like anything about yourself, like, what would you change?” Arista asked out loud to the person beside her.

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Some might have found the other woman’s question intrusive, after all, the two didn’t actually know each other, but not Webby. She had never known a stranger all her life. It felt like a fun icebreaker to her

“Does it need to be realistic?” she asked, full of enthusiasm. “Because the answer is definitely superpowers. Who wouldn’t want superpowers? I mean, I can answer the question realistically as well, but superpowers are just more fun.”

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Yes, Stuart appreciated any business which maximized their profit at very little cost to them. And he also appreciated any business which could sucker people in and keep them coming back for more. He did not, however, appreciate being on the receiving end of such treatment. “Curse me kilts, look at these prices,” he grumbled, glaring at the menu in the café, “Whatever happened to the days when you could get a coffee for a dime?” Alright, that had been quite a long time ago, but that did not make him any more eager to pay the exorbitant prices he was currently looking at. Turning to the person beside him, he asked, “While I appreciate a good money-making scheme as much as the next entrepreneur, don’t you think this seems like a flat-out racket?”

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To be honest, Webby had no idea what the proper price for a coffee was, let alone. On the few occasions she’d been to  a coffee shop with her grandmother, her grandmother had paid for the both of them. But she wasn’t going to admit that to a stranger. So she took a sip of the drink she had ended up ordering- some sugary frappe type thing, and nodded enthusiastically.

“Definitely a Racket!” What a cool phrase! She’d have to save that for later. “I guess I’ll have to find a different shop next time! Which is a shame, because it is really nice in here, I think. Very cozy.”

“Yes, yes, the rumours are true- I did win the tent building competition at Camp Hollow. Yes, I am available for selfies. But don’t worry, I will not let fame change me.”

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“There was a tent-building competition? That sounds like so much fun!” Apparently Webby had come to town just a little bit to late to participate in what appeared to have been some sort of wonderful camping trip. “I’ve never been camping but I am one hundred percent putting that on my bucket list!”