<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YTtVcbg.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brook Harrell<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>High-viz one-piece motorcycle suit, jeans and a white T-shirt underneath<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outskirts of Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pharon<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Living that Sisyphus life<br/><hr/><br/>Pharon's curiosity seemed worryingly genuine, to the point the first seeds of doubt to the whole LARPing thing started to grow. It was just... Uncanny. It made zero sense, and she was half wondering if she was hallucinating.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll try my best,"</strong>was the best Brook could respond with. Though she was the type who'd drive screws with a hammer, she at least understood how things worked. Academia was her forte, practical things weren't. So while she generally knew how something like her motorcycle worked, she'd be at it for months were she to take it apart, probably moving up to years if she had to put it together again afterwards.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for Pharon, Brook didn't know where Avantsia might be, and let him know that she regretfully couldn't help on that matter. Fortunately, their conversation moved on, unfortunately the thunderous rumble coming from Pharon made her wallet shiver in fear. If only there was some way they could receive mountainous amounts of food for free...<br/><br/>Bingo.<br/><br/>Though there weren't many buffets open this late at night, she knew another place that had just the thing she needed to avoid filing bankruptcy. With the bike up the hill, they were quickly navigating the crowded streets of the oriental district. She was tempted to leave the motorcycle at home and to get a change of clothes, but she wasn't comfortable yet about letting him know where she lived. So, they moved in, squeezing in between crowds of drunks. The amount of noise made it hard to talk, but Brook informed Pharon along the way they were just around the corner. Soon enough, they parked the bike outside of a bar and grill.<strong>"Just a moment..."</strong>A brake disc lock was fished out from the satchels hanging from the sides of the motorcycle, and she quickly locked it up so it couldn't be rolled off.<br/><br/>Brook nodded towards the entrance, and made a B-line for the front counter.<strong>"Evening, still serving up the grill challenge?"</strong>The barkeep could confirm, Brook smirked. This was possibly the greatest idea she'd had all year.<strong>"And it's still 50 bucks and the meal for free if you finish it?"</strong>The barkeep once again confirmed.<strong>"Fantastic, we'll have one of that, and... One small kebab. Also two beers."</strong><br/><br/>"Cash or card? I'll have you know nobody has managed to finish the platter yet."<br/><br/><strong>"I have no intentions of paying, trust me, he'll finish it."</strong>Still, as a show of goodwill, she pulled out her wallet and showed that she could actually pay for it - If she skipped out on rent. The barkeep nodded and told them to find a free seat.<br/><br/><em>... I guess I should've asked if he was vegetarian before ordering.</em><br/><br/>One of the waiters brought the beer, Brook pushed one of them over to Pharon.<strong>"I hope you're not picky, I'll be homeless if you can't finish the meal."</strong><br/><br/>To be honest, Brook was still baffled at her own brilliance. Not only had she dodged a massive bullet, but she'd get to eat and drink for free, plus whatever was left of the prize. It would in all honesty be Pharon's winnings, but as the team manager and bookie, she deserved at least some of the prize.