Re: Third class, dining area
"I like a good story." Elizabeth said like the type of person who always tried to pull a story out of someone else. "Though, I'm usually the one telling it." She winked. It came with the territory of knowing more than any normal human could, from ripping open different worlds and melding them with this one. She seemed completely at ease ripping open portals, pulling through a correct block and then replacing it with one on his giant cube. Soon, he almost had a complete side in red.
"You're about done with this side, I just have to-" Elizabeth stopped immediately, hand still stuck inside a tiny portal. She jerked forward as if a mermaid had grabbed hold of her wrist and tried to pull her down into the murky depths. Elizabeth made a noise of panic and she tried to wiggle out of it. "Oh, oh jeez." Elizabeth smiled sheepishly and pressed her other hand on one of the Rubik's Cube blocks and tried to pry herself out. "Don't worry this happens all the time. All the-GGAAHHH!"
The glistening purple portal of snapping electricity opened wide on the side of his cube and revealed a sink hole of colored blocks, cotton candy, cheap birthday party magician tricks and bars of metal twisted together into one giant puzzle. Elizabeth screamed, she screamed and then she kind of laughed. At the puzzle part, mostly. And, the floating crossword in the distance was a nice touch.
"See you when I see you, Booker!" She called, a laugh echoing in her voice as the vortex spit out its blocks and puzzles while it sucked her inside. The air around him wooshed and then the portal closed, electric fingers folding in on themselves.
And, then there was silence. While part of his puzzle was still solved, Elizabeth was nowhere to be found. At the Rubik's Cube's feet were a jumble of blocks and a green bottle with a woman lounging over a picture of a stabbed heart on it. The bottle had a note around its neck that read: "Booker, catch!"