[There is now a chart in the kitchen with a list of powder colors and their effects. It's written in huge letters with half the words underlined three to five times. Exclamation points are everywhere. It seems like overkill, but SooYun hadn't been stupid enough to act as a guinea pig, unlike most the passengers on this ship. The blunt warnings are for them.
She's sitting in a grand hall alcove, a glass of purple liquid in one hand. This is the only powder that interests her. Getting drunk is no novelty, nor is getting hopped up on caffeine. Dreams have no business being shared, childhood was hell, and relying on luck is lazy. Green and yellow... those come naturally. But purple promises a unique experience.
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She's sitting in a grand hall alcove, a glass of purple liquid in one hand. This is the only powder that interests her. Getting drunk is no novelty, nor is getting hopped up on caffeine. Dreams have no business being shared, childhood was hell, and relying on luck is lazy. Green and yellow... those come naturally. But purple promises a unique experience.
All she has to do is work up the nerve to drink.]