Prompt 3 (Drink Yourself Silly): Pop up shops are a dime a dozen in Destiny City this time of year, and for as much weirdness as they cause, there’s still something alluring about them. Walking through the city, you happen to come across one that seems particularly cozy and is decorated in such a way that you just know they’re trustworthy. The menu only has a few items but there’s something for everyone.

Maybe it’s hot chocolate, maybe it’s coffee, maybe it’s some chilly winter sweet--whatever it is, it’s delicious. And magic, but you didn’t know that when you ordered it. It started with an itch at the back of your throat, but what happened after that was anyone’s game. Some of the drinks turn into a tickle in your nose, and now you’re suddenly sneezing snowflakes for the next hour. Maybe you finish your drink and you suddenly feel warm--like you’re in the middle of summer. (Do you even need your coat? It’s so hot! --Or is that a fever?) Or, the itch turns into something else--and suddenly you feel the urge to sing. It’s compulsive, you can’t help yourself, you must sing. It’s like you’ve forgotten how to communicate in any other way. It fades an hour after you finish the drink, but still…


Faustite had several reasons for calling Carnotite to his office. The first, he supposed, was that she was another youmafied officer, and he hadn't met many with whom he could chat. The second was that she was of an elemental kind, made of pure lightning, and he wondered if she knew some ways to foil lightning-type magic. The third was most certainly that she had done him a great service by signing up for so many parts in the mass orientation, therefore saving him from a lot of talking in front of too many people.

All told, he owed Carnotite a thank-you. And since he knew nothing about her, given that he lacked access to personnel files as a General, he could only make a guess about what she liked.

(He asked the youma rats once before, but perhaps understandably, they collectively gave him the cold shoulder. It was remarkable, watching a surfeit of rats turn their backs on him in unison. He would've applauded them if he wasn't so nuclear pissed that he set them all on fire.)

Albite was the one who was good at people, so Faustite had sent him into town with a cash amount and a mission to procure consumables. Albite made good on the mission and returned with a hoard of holiday drinks in catering-sized carafes, individually wrapped muffins and scones, danishes, a bottle of ice wine, peppermint bark, a fruitcake, and a few things that Faustite didn't recognize.

Unfortunately, while he was drafting his invitation to Carnotite, he ate all of the food. Or, more accurately, inserted all of it directly into his gut. But, he finished the draft, and had Celadonite type it on his tablet and send it to her before the boy went home for the eve. That left Faustite to wait, and test his resolve in leaving the drinks alone.

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