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That walls won't stop me? It was less a thought and more a statement, but I can elaborate if you'd like.

"I'm saying I want to see you punch...? a hole...? in a wall? Is it going to be punching...?"

Punching doesn't offer a large enough hole to leave through. And the goal of leaving this way is to be somewhat discreet. If we're dealing with your guards, it would be far more efficient to just face them directly.

[Said with the same easy confidence of someone who does not see 'dealing with them directly' as much of an impediment.

Still. He gets up, taking a look at the walls, mentally mapping out this dressing room to the fragments of memory on the way in.]

Are the dressing rooms beside yours typically used?

"No, I'm too much of a diva for that."

Then traffic from them would still be suspicious. Better to take an alternate entirely.

[And he goes to the wall opposite the door, moving aside a clothing rack for a bit of space.]

Drywall is typically put up in sheets. Spackle fills and smooths the gaps between them before painting, but that's far more for presenting a smooth surface than for adhering them together.

[He lifts a hand.

And with a sandy, crumbling sound, a whole square of the wall just... slowly pulls away, staples and nails on its other side offering only the slightest resistance.

It floats to the side, and settles. Cables and conduits hang between the bared supports, with the rear side of another sheet of drywall between them and freedom.]

He makes a face that is recognizable as kinda hot, ngl.

"That's just a thing you can do, huh?"

Telekinesis is a versatile skill. Most of its challenge comes in learning the circumstances it's best for, rather than in the nuance of "lifting and moving" itself.

Now. Do you wish to leave, or should I stop here?

"I have to be back in a few hours. But that means I have a few hours, right? So I wanna go."

Then we'll go.

[He gestures at the clothing rack.]

You'll want something inconspicuous, but I assume you have a great deal of experience with that already.

"Yeah, hold on."

He's just going to get changed into something less flashy right there because Satin is clearly not real at this point so why be shy. (It's a little weird to see him without any scars.)

[It's strange to see him without scars. It's strange to see him so thin and malnourished, too -- more like an echo of his other life than anything that should have happened in this one.]

I'd also recommend bringing some cash over cards, if you have it available to you. Three hours is not much, but the traceability is still less.

"Uhhhh... I don't have MUCH on hand, but hold on."

He has to squirrel it out of many little hiding places, speaking of echoes.

I feel like my view of 'not much' and yours might be different.

Enough to buy a bag of peas from a corner store is fine.

"How much is that?"

[Arias.]

Any more than five dollars and you are being grossly overcharged.

"Really? Huh..."

He puts like.

Most of the hidden cash back.

Thank you. Please save that for your own needs later.

"I wasn't sure how exciting our adventure was going to be is all."

He still looks very hot and famous when he dresses down. There's simply no dimming the sun entirely. But he doesn't look necessarily like Totality Specifically at a glance.

I thought... if you could take a few steps away, just for a bit... perhaps it wouldn't be bad to find a park, and feed some pigeons or ducks. To have a little bit of time that isn't this--

[He waves his hand, taking in the dressing room and everything beyond.]

-- with all the obligations it brings.

"Oh."

He stops to think about it.

"That sounds nice."

If something else catches your interest, that is also fine. But I thought it might be a good place to start.

[And, reasonably heartened by the lack of sound from the other side of the wall, he lifts his hand again.

As before, the sheet of drywall gives a quiet, crumbling protest... and lifts away, revealing a dim storage room, racks and racks of chairs waiting on trolleys for a different kind of event.]

"No, I like pigeons and ducks."

Totality slides up so he can take Satin's arm in both of his in a sort of ironically cutesy gesture.

"So we just scoot through there...?"

We just scoot through here. And then I put the drywall back so it's not immediately obvious where you've gone, or how.

[In gentlemanly fashion, he guides Totality through the largest gap between wires and pipes, and then turns -- moving the clothing rack back into place, and then shifting the sheets of drywall approximately back in place.

To someone looking for structural damage, it would be immediately obvious. But most people don't first look to see if an escaped celebrity pried open part of a wall.]

"Oh, the perfect getaway then..."

He seems a little excited now. The exhaustion hasn't left, but any kind of distraction is a good distraction for him.

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