pp sits still, ignoring the head-bashing, staring at a tiny blue screen in the palm of his hand...
Cresent becomes interested and walks over to see what's going on.
"Wuzzat?"
"Can't tell you"
"And why not?"
"'s secret"
"oh... I can keep a secret!"
"Fine"
pp hands the (blank) little screen to Cresent and watched Cresent fumble with it, trying to figure out what to do. Sneakily, pp sneaks (sneakily, he sneaks, heh) over to the bar countertop, where he presses a button...
A moment later, Cresent is found in a virtual reality niside the screen...
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