>leaky cauldron [At first glance, it probably looks like Chloe is talking to herself. On second glance, it probably still looks like Chloe is talking to herself. Once you get a good third look, it becomes clear that Chloe is talking animatedly to a floating quill which is scribbling furiously on a bit of parchment.]
Wait, wait, no. Instead of sausage- bacon.
[The quill pauses, scribbles something out, then pauses again immediately as Chloe starts to speak again.]
No! Definitely both. Yes. Both. No, I said both.
[Once more, the quill scribbles something out and adds Chloe's most recent demand. Once she's finished issuing demands, the quill and parchment zoom away to take additional orders and deliver them to the cook.
Chloe leans back in the wooden chair she's sitting at, before something extremely important springs to mind and she almost topples over in her seat as she sits up.]
Shit! Come back, magic paper! I just realized I'm in England and I can order beer!
> Diagon Alley [If it hadn't been for the fact that the Knightmare Bus had done so (and quite thoroughly), Diagon Alley would be what absolutely cements it for Chloe that this is all real.
But no, seriously, the bus definitely already cemented that. And then hammered it in. Turn by turn.
Still. Diagon Alley is dope as hell and she's having a great time.
Until the worst possible thing happens.
Walking along, a signpost pointing down a dark street catches her eye and upon closer inspection, the signpost reads Knockturn Alley. From the street she's on, peering down it she can tell it's basically the dark, evil twin version of this place.]
I know I shouldn't, but man do I wanna.
[She may or may not be looking over her shoulder to see if Professor McGonagall is watching.]
> Flying 101 [Truly, this is what it's all been leading up to.
Yeah, magic is cool as shit but flying? What kid, teen, adult or even grandparent doesn't dream of taking to the skies? To feel the freedom, just fly away and never look back?
She won't do that, but just like. The idea, ya know?
Hand held out confidently above the broom, she speaks.]
Up!
[It nyooms into her hand, which honestly earns an excited giggle. She did that! With her own hand! Max Caulfield could never. Shit, is there time travel here? How the tables would table...
But that's getting ahead of herself. She mounts the broom, giving a firm kick off the ground. Much to her amazement, she lifts off the ground and hovers. Right, cool, now just lean-
Oh it's going.
Oh it's going even faster now, shit-]
WATCH OUT!
[She can't seem to get it to stop and she's headed right for somebody!]
Chloe Price | Life is Strange
[At first glance, it probably looks like Chloe is talking to herself. On second glance, it probably still looks like Chloe is talking to herself. Once you get a good third look, it becomes clear that Chloe is talking animatedly to a floating quill which is scribbling furiously on a bit of parchment.]
Wait, wait, no. Instead of sausage- bacon.
[The quill pauses, scribbles something out, then pauses again immediately as Chloe starts to speak again.]
No! Definitely both. Yes. Both. No, I said both.
[Once more, the quill scribbles something out and adds Chloe's most recent demand. Once she's finished issuing demands, the quill and parchment zoom away to take additional orders and deliver them to the cook.
Chloe leans back in the wooden chair she's sitting at, before something extremely important springs to mind and she almost topples over in her seat as she sits up.]
Shit! Come back, magic paper! I just realized I'm in England and I can order beer!
> Diagon Alley
[If it hadn't been for the fact that the Knightmare Bus had done so (and quite thoroughly), Diagon Alley would be what absolutely cements it for Chloe that this is all real.
But no, seriously, the bus definitely already cemented that. And then hammered it in. Turn by turn.
Still. Diagon Alley is dope as hell and she's having a great time.
Until the worst possible thing happens.
Walking along, a signpost pointing down a dark street catches her eye and upon closer inspection, the signpost reads Knockturn Alley. From the street she's on, peering down it she can tell it's basically the dark, evil twin version of this place.]
I know I shouldn't, but man do I wanna.
[She may or may not be looking over her shoulder to see if Professor McGonagall is watching.]
> Flying 101
[Truly, this is what it's all been leading up to.
Yeah, magic is cool as shit but flying? What kid, teen, adult or even grandparent doesn't dream of taking to the skies? To feel the freedom, just fly away and never look back?
She won't do that, but just like. The idea, ya know?
Hand held out confidently above the broom, she speaks.]
Up!
[It nyooms into her hand, which honestly earns an excited giggle. She did that! With her own hand! Max Caulfield could never. Shit, is there time travel here? How the tables would table...
But that's getting ahead of herself. She mounts the broom, giving a firm kick off the ground. Much to her amazement, she lifts off the ground and hovers. Right, cool, now just lean-
Oh it's going.
Oh it's going even faster now, shit-]
WATCH OUT!
[She can't seem to get it to stop and she's headed right for somebody!]