i_feel_you:

There was a flash of white light, and Luna found herself...in a disco?

That was the best that she could explain it. There was a bunch of lights, all flashing different colors, and loud, upbeat music blared. Luna covered her hands over her ears.

"HELLO?!" She had to scream not sure if anyone would be able to hear her over the music. "JAMES?! AINE?! MC?! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!"

Nothing. No one called out, and she couldn't see anyone in the sea of flashing lights.

Suddenly, a girl that Luna had never seen before walked into the room. She paused next to Luna, giving her the once-over, and the music stopped.

"ARE YOU READY?!" A voice blared over the loudspeaker, and multi-colored spotlights stopped and flashed on both Luna and the girl. "TO DANCE UNTIL YOU DROP? THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE WINNER!!"

The girl next to Luna cracked her knuckles, and flash a self-assured grin.

"THEN GET READY TO...DANCE....UNTIL...YOU...DROP!!!"

Luna blinked.

"...You can't be serious."

nextgen_misc:

After hours, In the backroom of Cornerstone of Creation, Ian McNee opened a box from an estate sale of a 'patron' of the occult. It could be said that the obsession necessary to acquire so many objects that were not very magical was what had beggared the man and ultimately caused his death. True magical objects were priceless. Aside from the rare finds that happened to a friend of a friend of a friend, most were handed down from parent to child or grandchild, teacher to student, or stolen only to disappear into myth to be the subject of speculation.

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